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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 · Huyền huyễn
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267 Chs

Chapter 173 Green Silk Spell, Stealing from Each Other

Cloud Tower Ghost Market, the Green Silk White Hair Building.

Wang Yuan watched with some surprise as the colorful-eyed courtesan Anya, who was greeting them with enthusiasm, and her sister who had come along with her, both looked somewhat unexpected.

It had been three days, and yet he had run into them again at the Ghost Market.

Although they were both wrapped in black hooded cloaks, which covered them tightly, the mere cloaks could not completely hide the explosively hot and graceful figures of the colorful-eyed women.

Moreover, they used some kind of fragrance powder, which lingered around one's nose like the faint scent of orchids or musk.

It made them seem even more tempting than when they were dancing passionately at the Ningxiang Restaurant.

However, Wang Yuan would never admit that he was the one who had chosen someone that night; it was Qiu Shaobai and Yuan Lang who had the heart and courage for lust—the two real critics, after all.