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Killing Dao Fruit

"Nine Heavens cast down the Undying Tree, from the tomb the Immortal's bones were fetched; Taoist Venerable tut-tutted as they drank blood plasma, Old Buddha relished in the chew of meat; Beasts and livestock rang the Dharma Drum, city foxes and hole-dwelling rats boiled in the pot; In the Immortality Wine, the resentful spirits were fishy, at the Killing Banquet, the Dao Fruit was bitter!” In this world where Daoist Skill manifested, countless Sect Cultivators, Side Door Magicians, princes and scholars, officials of high rank and nobles all coveted immortality! Owl God Tomb, stealing heavenly secrets, Pearl Gathering Skill, Holy Infant Pill, bone effigies, Yin God Shrine, human-transformed monsters, Undying Elixir, Red Line Poison, Blood Immortal insects, Mermaid Meat, gold-threaded robes, Five Poisons Primordial Spirit, Seven Star Life Extension... They killed and harmed life only to steal the "Killing Dao Fruit" borne upon that Undying Tree! Until... a sly "Fishing Man" came to this world. Wang Yuan, born with the Small Book of Life and Death, had but a simple and unadorned dream: Amid bustling strings and smoky vistas, on a night bathed in moonlight, in peace and quiet did I lean on the rail, savoring the wind, toasting to the stars. With his "Bride in bridal clothes," watching the sunrise at Taishan in the morning, admiring Qionghua in Luoyang at noon, and drinking under the aurora by the North Sea in the evening. "But you all smell so incredibly fragrant! No more, none shall escape, for today I shall crowdfund Cultivating Immortality! Please... my treasure, turn around!” The blood-red veil of the Bride abruptly fluttered to the ground.

Beihai Whaling · Oriental
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Chapter 186 Civil Servant Takes the Pen, No Deception to the Common Folk!

At this time.

The incendiary fire set by the fox spirit had completely engulfed the Cloud Tower Ghost Market, spreading rapidly in all directions.

All the buildings here were falsified by the Deceit Market, so burning them down amounted to no loss of property— they could easily be recreated with a mere thought from the master.

Even if many were burned down, there was no heartache.

But, as Xing'er, the fox spirit, said, the guests of the Ghost Market were not the peaceable common folk; they were undoubtedly in a hotspot of major disasters, constantly breaching moral norms.

The Fanatics, temporarily blocked by flames, immediately set their sights on the merchants within the Ghost Market.

A line of text slowly appeared on the face of a Fanatic who stood before a young man:

"For committing regicide, he must be killed!"

The young man, who had just committed a significant act and felt somewhat panicked, turned red with anger when his guilt was exposed, and shouted: