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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 · 東方
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101 Chs

Chapter 59: Fierce White Tiger!

The chamber was dark and quiet.

The atmosphere was eerie.

A yellow clay Dharma Altar had been prepared early, illuminated at its four corners by white candles that brightened the "White Tiger Seated Hall Painting" hanging on the western wall.

Overhead, yellow curtains inscribed with blood-red characters fluttered without wind, as if numerous invisible beings were hiding within and ceaselessly peering out.

Wang Yuan ignored these strange sights and noted that the time had reached the hour of the Tiger.

Using scissors, he cut a tuft of Tiger Fur from the forehead of White Mountain Lord, who had been asleep from beginning to end.

He then took a piece of yellow paper that had covered the face of a person who died at noon and cut out a palm-sized paper tiger from it.

With a mixture of Tiger Blood from White Mountain Lord and his own blood, he glued the black and white Tiger Fur onto the back of the paper tiger, maintaining the striped pattern.