Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 340 - 337: Return to Hometown with Wealth and Honor

Chapter 340: Chapter 337: Return to Hometown with Wealth and Honor

The next night.

The stars were sparse, and the moon was cool as water.

Beimang Mountain, Wangren Town.

Whoo... Whoo... Whoo...

As a small black hole suddenly appeared and rapidly expanded into a towering gateway forged from pitch-black iron, a pair of teenagers, hand in hand, stepped out.

Following closely was "Mr. One-Eyed," holding a dazzling array of colorful gift boxes.

Treasures from the Great Zhou Era, gold, silver, copper, top-quality Yaozhi spirit grass, and the finest Chimaexia produced by the East Sea Merfolk.

These were treasures that even the Earth Scholar couldn’t find in the Beimang Mountain Tomb, despite having stolen from there countless times over dynasties.

Among them, a top-grade "Purple Pattern Peach" that was hard to find anywhere in the mortal world was the most precious.

The mere waft of its exotic fragrance was enough to revive several withered and yellow grasses at their feet, clearly reinvigorated by a substantial nourishment.

"I was afraid the flat peach might not be suitable, so I didn’t tell mother-in-law in advance.

Now it seems that this treasure, unexpectedly obtained from the ’Immortal Peach Orchard,’ might actually bring us a big surprise!"

At this moment, Wang Yuan wore a white jade crown and a treasure-blue cloud-patterned silk shirt, with black boots on his feet.

A tiger-patterned belt, half a palm wide, was matched with a priceless piece of Yangzhi jade.

He stood tall and extraordinary.

Next to him, Huang Wu’s glistening lips were lightly touched with a faint crimson; a golden step rattle adorned her head, Bright Moon Earrings dangled from her ears, and her frosty white wrists were wrapped with a vine flower jade bracelet.

Her shoulders were draped in a silver-white phoenix-pattern cover shirt, and when she moved her lotus steps slightly, a glimpse of her fair ankles, adorned with a "Yin Yang Heart Bell," peeked out from beneath her trailing cyan skirt.

The bell chimed sweetly from time to time.

To evade calamity, the siblings had had to travel far from home and had only returned nearly a year later.

To see their grandma, they had really taken the time to spruce themselves up.

However, Huang Wu had spent the whole previous night imparting various types of "knowledge" to her husband, and it wasn’t until near evening that she lazily got out of bed, her body like a dismantled frame.

In the process, she had inevitably drawn too much of someone’s yang energy.

The delicate arch of her eyebrows still carried an irresistibly enchanting allure.

Her starry phoenix eyes appeared so moist that they seemed about to drip water.

Before officially stepping into "Wangren Town," she couldn’t help but take out a small mirror to carefully check her radiant beauty.

She pouted her slightly upturned lips and kicked Wang Yuan on his shin.

Watching his handsome face radiate with the vitality from the "Yin Yang Bright Method" and grow even more annoyed, she spoke with a bashful scold:

"You beast! You beast! It’s all your fault. I was already begging for mercy, even calling you ’good brother,’ and yet you wouldn’t listen.

Now, when Mom, Auntie, and Grandma see this, I’m going to die of embarrassment!"

Old Master Wang, however, boldly wrapped his arms around his sister’s slender waist, chuckled heh-heh, and said with some pride:

"What’s there to be embarrassed about? Grandma never experienced the joy of spoiling grandchildren when we were kids.

She’s probably hoping to hold her great-grandson sooner rather than later!

But that said, at least a Ghost Dao practitioner must reach the ’Dharma Body’ level and reconstruct a ghost body to rebalance yin and yang.

Little Huang Wu, you must work hard!"

Only to receive an annoyed yet adorable roll of her eyes:

"Oh please, with Old Master Wang working hard day and night, does your lady really need to strive?"

"Is that so? Hahaha, I’m actually not as great as you say."

"Jerk, I’ll bite you to death!"

Returning home after a long journey, both of them were in a good mood.

They playfully crossed the moss-covered, uneven tombstone inscribed with a curse:

"The living are born with yang, the dead go down to yin; the living ascend to high platforms, the dead bury deep.

The heavens are vast above, the earth vast below, the dead go to yin, the living go to yang, the living have villages, the dead have towns."

Stepping out, they were greeted by an exceptionally lush forest of pitch-black Dragon Claw Locust trees.

Various sized earthen tombs extended into the darkness, with exposed coffins, bones, and phosphorescence... everywhere.

In the center was a dilapidated temple—the Ancient Locust Temple.

Stepping out once more.

The scene before them instantly changed; the desolate graves and woodlands transformed into a brightly lit night market filled with noisy yet familiar hawking sounds.

"Crispy twisted doughnuts~"

"Who wants golden claw crabs~"

"Ice--sugar--gourds~"

"..."

Bright candlelight illuminated the night sky, the air filled with the scents of alcohol, meat, and the sweet fragrance of makeup.

The clamorous calls, the sound of strings, the singing of orioles and swallows, and the occasional laughter, shouting, arguing, and crude slang of country folk all contributed to an extremely lively atmosphere of earthy humanity.

And not far away on the stage, that beautiful performer who had been singing "Miaoyu Taohua Temple" for over a decade without changing the tune.

Looking at the all-too-familiar scene before them, memories that had settled deep in their hearts instantly resurfaced, rendering them somewhat dazed.

A special emotion surged continuously in Wang Yuan’s chest.

"This Ghost Realm in Wangren Town is still the same as before, but when we left last year, we were just fifteen. Now that we have returned, we are already sixteen.

Time flies so fast!"

Huang Wu wrinkled her jade-like nose and decisively negated:

"No, no, no, only you are sixteen. I will always be fifteen!"

Then, dragging the straight-faced Wang Yuan, she flashed into the real "Wangren Town," with Mr. One-Eyed, holding big and small packages, following closely behind.

And behind them.

All the confused ghost spirits in the street of the night market stopped their movements and deeply bowed in the direction where Wang Yuan had disappeared.

Before leaving, he was just a lonely young man, but upon returning, he had become the "King of Ten Thousand Ghosts"!

Even a casual breath of his aura made countless mindless ghost spirits involuntarily worship him.

...

At this time.

In the real "Wangren Town."

A massive tree rose towards the sky like a heavenly pillar, its bark mottled like iron scales, with gnarled branches half alive and half thriving, supporting a high and vast canopy.

It also supported the divine Taoist realm of Granny Longhuai of the Red Decree Earth God.

Each branch of this Dragon Claw Locust was wrapped with fire-red cloth strips filled with written wishes.

From afar, it resembled an old dragon controlling a red fire cloud, its upper body raised high with intact scales and claws.

Unfortunately, this extraordinary Dragon Claw Locust was like a dying old man, covered in signs of old age, with a deep sense of twilight years around it.

Sixteen years ago.

When Wang Yuan’s paternal and maternal families mobilized.

They jointly employed the "Tomb Raiding Technique," stealing half of the "Small Book of Life and Death" from the hands of King Yili and disrupted the "Killing Banquet" of that year the following day.

The private soldiers of the Luoyang Royal Mansion, carrying the "Royal Decree Flag" of the Luoyang King, demolished Grandma’s Ancient Locust Temple.

This caused the already seriously injured Grandma to suffer another heavy blow, and the Dragon Claw Locust’s leaves turned yellow overnight.

An Earth God who had lived for over a thousand years and reached the limit of the Red Decree nearly met her complete demise.

Such are the limitations of the divine Tao.

Heavenly Officials, Earth Gods, Human Ghosts.

The more a divine position relies on the mortal world’s incense, the more it is subject to the constraints of the dynasty’s rulers.

The "White Tiger’s Theory of Virtue" states: "The ’Emperor’ is a title, a father of kings and mother of earth, the son of heaven."

Thus, the "Emperor" is also one of the highest divine positions in the human Dao system.

Just like Nie Renxiong, who was appointed as the city god of Dengzhou Prefecture City.

In times of abundant dragon energy, Emperor Zhou Wenrui of Jianming only needed to write an imperial decree to depose any city god within his territory, holding their power of life and death.

And the "Royal Decree Flag" is the commander’s seal held by the vassal kings of the Great Yan Dynasty, which at the founding of the nation could command armies and govern people, also representing royal authority.

Had Grandma not been an Earth God who didn’t rely heavily on mortal incense, that "Royal Decree Flag" might have caused her demise on the spot.

Under the great locust tree.

Qingyan and Long Shao were seated cross-legged on the ground, sealing their technique with the water-wood mutual generation method to heal Grandma with all their strength, slowly opening their eyes.

They both saw the seriousness in each other’s eyes.

Strands and wisps of visibly tangible plague and corpse qi were spreading from the earth’s veins nearby, violently clashing with the Dharma light around them.

Producing a "sizzling" noise.

This greatly delayed the speed of Grandma’s recovery.

Even as time went on, the evil plague qi grew denser, seemingly poised to fill the entire Wangren Town.

"Sister, the effect of our ’Sky One Blue Method’ is still acceptable.

Originally, in just one more month, we could have naturally revived Grandma to the minimal level needed to transplant her body.

Now, with the two unexpectedly emerged sects outside, it’s clear we won’t be given that much time.

Looking at it, they seem intent on settling on Beimang Mountain.

Once the sects seize ’Beimang Mountain Blessed Land,’ our Wangren Town will also collapse instantly. What should we do now?"

As solitary practitioners with no backing for many years, Qingyan and Long Shao instinctively didn’t want to clash with those manic-like sects.

They only wanted to heal Grandma and then take her away from this increasingly busy place of trouble.

Unfortunately, guided by the philosophy of "wanting everything," the "Plague Dao" and "Nine Phases Corpse God Dao" left them no time to buffer.

As the "Rat Plague" intensified and more people died, the "Plague Formation" and "Corpse Forest" also grew stronger.

The situation unconsciously became somewhat passive.

If they were to duel, it would certainly delay the time for Grandma’s recovery;

If they were to let the other party continue their actions, once they completely contaminated the earth veins of Beimang Mountain, Grandma, who also rooted her roots deep into the earth veins of Beimang Mountain, would be the first to suffer!

Just as Qingyan and Long Shao, facing the sects and only wanting to retreat, found themselves gradually cornered with difficulty.

Ding—!

A gold-green Escape Light descended from the sky.

Revealing two children, unseen for two months, yet even more handsome and beautiful.

Also, a fragrance from the essence of plants and trees on their bodies brightened their eyes in a flash.

"This is..."

Just as Huang Wu was about to throw herself into her biological mother’s arms to express her longing, Qingyan, also stepping forward, passed by her.

Extending her delicate jade hand, she picked up the gift box containing the "Purple Pattern Peach."

Her bright eyes staring intently at the contents inside, she murmured in disbelief:

"Heaven and Earth Spiritual Root—Top Grade Flat Peach!"

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