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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.

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323 Chs

Chapter 223: Title: Living Yama!

Hate, the culprit walks free after committing their heinous crime! Hate, corrupt officials protect one another! Hate, in these dark times good people have nowhere to turn!

Hate, scholars are useless and trampled at will! Hate, heaven is blind, and there is no justice in the mortal world!...

Boundless resentment surged over and over in Zeng Wentai's chest.

In the end, the dense grudge spewed from his seven orifices, forming a pitch-black smoke above the Turbid River that was hardly visible to the common eye.

"Ah——!!!!"

He had transformed into a fearsome fierce ghost with bloody tears flowing from his eyes in just the short time it takes to brew a cup of tea!

Resentful ghosts, evil ghosts, fierce ghosts, the stronger the obsession, the more ferocious they are amongst their peers. A fierce ghost, compared to the ordinary wandering souls, is like a battle-hardened soldier compared to an ordinary farmer.