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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 92: Lotus Banquet? Killing Banquet!

The pair who had just drained the house servant of the Prince Mansion's essence Qi licked their rosy, moist lips and didn't even bother to throw on a sheer dress.

Stretching out their delicate arms like tender lotus roots from the compartment where a shriveled corpse still lay, they lazily waved towards Wang Yuan.

In unison, the voices of the two women were as raspy and seductive as that of a cat:

"Oh, what a handsome young lord this is, somewhat unfamiliar to our eyes.

Since it's your first visit to Red Sleeve, why not let us sisters serve you together? For the price of one, you can enjoy the pleasure of two!"

The other "insatiable" prostitutes, not to be outdone, crowded around Wang Yuan.

In the Deceit Realm, the dissipated ghosts that were gnawed and chewed repeatedly by them had long since dried up and lost their taste.

How could they compare to fresh and delightful living people?