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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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Chapter 62 Life-Saving Money

Luoyang Royal Mansion, the sleeping quarters of Prince Zhou Wenye.

It was laid with patterned stone, delicate, smooth, warmer than jade, more precious than the "golden bricks" used in the Imperial Palace. With merely a layer of clear lacquer, Phoebe zhennan wood formed the upright columns...

Famed calligraphy and paintings, curios and antiques dazzled the eyes. Gold and silver treasures seemed to be the basest of vulgarities here.

In the center of the chamber, the rosewood bed was draped with spotless white canopies.

Amid the rich aroma of wine, two figures—one portly, one dainty—lay drunkenly atop the bed, at times overlapping, emerging and vanishing subtly, obscuring clarity of vision.

Suddenly, a majestic voice tinged with slight drunkenness issued from behind the curtains:

"General Wei, how is the situation in the mountains?"

Thud!

Up until now, there was still someone else in the chamber. Only after the Yi King spoke did he heavily knock his head against the floor.