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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 73 Welcoming the Bride

Eerie screeches...

Although the sky was dark, the two groups were so close to each other that by the time Wang Yuan realized he needed to dodge, it was already too late.

Immediately, the bridal procession headed towards him at unabated speed.

Whoosh!

However, the anticipated scenario of being suddenly confined inside the sedan chair didn't occur.

Instead, it was as if they were phantoms with form but no substance, passing through each other without any interaction at all.

Standing in place, Wang Yuan stared at the overly narrow, coffin-like blood-red bridal sedan and coldly spit out three words:

"Ghost marriage."

The procession, at first glance, seemed perfectly normal – the Golden Lamp Steward, bridal sedan, big drums, and flags with gongs and fans – all the trappings of a bridal procession were present and of a very high standard.