Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 357 - 354: Start Over and Do the Right Thing!

Chapter 357: Chapter 354: Start Over and Do the Right Thing!

The sky was brightly lit.

East Sea, Dushuo Mountain.

Under the golden sunlight of April, the pristine sandy beaches, the undulating mountains, the valleys where streams trickled, flowers, fruits, and leaves coexisted in the vast peach forest...

When Wang Yuan stepped out of the Ghost Gate with Sage Wu’s ginseng whisker avatar.

Under the cover of the Talisman Formation he had previously set up with the "Supreme Golden Lock Talisman" and the "Mountain Shifting and Scenery Changing Talisman," the scenery here remained entirely unchanged from when he had last left.

The intoxicating fragrance of peach blossoms lingered at the tip of the nose, and lively vitality flowed through the body, unconsciously bringing a sense of exhilaration and bliss.

"Sage Wu, this is Dushuo Mountain, where the ’Earth Gate’ is located. The two ’patients’ you want to see are right beneath our feet.

We urgently need your great compassion to relieve them of their suffering!"

Wang Yuan turned his head to look at the accompanying Emperor Bao Sheng.

However, the old man who was previously confident about winning the bet seemed to sense something after setting foot on the island.

He couldn’t help but squat down, stretching out his hand to touch the soil on the ground, his white eyebrows furrowing tighter and tighter:

"There seems to be something strange here."

Being a character from over two thousand years ago, Emperor Mu had been residing here for far too long.

Wang Yuan had searched all the information about Dushuo Mountain in the "Guanlan Pavilion" but found no trace of the "Six Paths of Reincarnation Technique."

Sage Wu, who in recent years had turned a deaf ear to worldly affairs, solely focused on transcending reincarnation, naturally knew even less that this very mountain harbored treasures that could aid him.

Moreover, aside from Wang Yuan, the Taoist Master of "Yin Mountain Taoism," it was doubtful that anyone else could wield such treasures.

Sage Wu, unlike Nie Renxiong who was ambushed halfway by the "No-Life Dao" and died, choosing to abandon soul seizing and transitioning to the Ghost Path with his "Yin God" form.

In the end, he was still a cultivator of the "Yin God" level, and could continue to "live" as long as he was supposed to "live."

For every being, death upon the end of one’s lifespan is the decree of fate!

The system within the originally harmonious "Yin God," which moved in tune with the world, had reached the point of utmost chaos and could no longer orderly manage life.

After death, it wasn’t about taking a whole cultivation and living through the Underworld again.

Instead, when the system named "life" completely collapsed, only the weak and powerless "True Spirit" was buried in the ground.

And at the same time as death, one’s accumulated "Yin Morality" and blessings are tallied, and upon judgement by the various levels of the Yin Department, each soul finds its own place.

Humans have human lifespans, ghosts have ghost lifespans.

In the forthcoming ghostly existence, some descend to the eighteen levels of Hell to suffer, some languish in the muddled days of the ghostly Underworld...

Some, through the addition of "Yin Morality" during life, leap to become "Yin Officials" and step onto the Divine Tao...

And in the end, most will gradually cleanse away all worldly gains in the Underworld, using these final life accumulations to strengthen the Underworld and fortify the indigenous Heavenly Dao thereafter.

Leaving behind nothing but spotlessly clean True Spirits, devoid of any memories, to be cast into the cycle of the six paths of reincarnation amongst heavenly people, asuras, humans, animals, hungry ghosts, and Hell.

Being reborn as a human is considered a tremendous fortune.

Those cultivators whose "Yin Gods" are annihilated in battle mostly go through this very process.

Otherwise, if every cultivator could take their body’s power into the Underworld after death, and each person could stir up trouble in the Department of the Underworld.

Wouldn’t the Yin Department be thrown into disorder?

Ordinarily, for those Yin Soldiers responsible for soul confinement, possessing the Taoist ability of Red Seal was already sufficient for the task.

Clearly.

If Emperor Bao Sheng could not successfully grasp the last opportunity given by the Lifebound Immortal Grass old ginseng to reincarnate anew, leading to the complete exhaustion of his lifespan.

Even if he was vested with vast "Yin Morality," the best outcome would merely be to become a Ghost God in the Underworld.

The realm of the Green Seal Sage, don’t even think about it.

The cultivation would have to start anew!

"When it comes to longevity, naturally born demons have more advantages.

The most ordinary tree can live for several hundred years with ease, effortlessly defeating a Green Seal Sage born of human origin.

Take Grandma, for instance.

Although she appears to be an old lady, as a Dragon Claw Locust Tree Demon, it’s utterly trivial for her to see off another Green Seal Sage who has lived for five hundred years.

This living fossil of a Mountain God is the strongest guarantee of the ownership of Beimang Mountain Blessed Land.

Of course, while the life system of demons is stable, their promotion speed is much slower than that of humans, and this is the natural order of give and take."

Wang Yuan, who could live for 488 years without having to worry about lifespan for a long time, led Sage Wu towards the Talisman Formation he had set up, with a light and brisk step.

A win-win deal that allowed him to help others and also make a handsome profit put Boss Wang in an excellent mood.

The terms of their bet were simple and clear.

As long as Sage Wu’s ginseng whisker avatar followed Wang Yuan to Dushuo Mountain and took a look at the ’patient’ who needed ’treatment.’

If he didn’t immediately send his true body and willingly begged him to provide treatment, the bet would be deemed lost by Wang Yuan, and he would gift one million in cash to Sage Wu for nothing.

And if Sage Wu lost, he would repay Wang Yuan three times the merit, which totaled a whopping three million!

Or a treasure of equivalent value.

With the money he already had saved up, Wang Yuan only needed to save a bit more to summon the avatar of the Corpse Dissection Immortal.

How could he not be thrilled?

Suddenly.

As they were heading toward Taoyuan, both of them stopped in their tracks at the same time, and Sage Wu raised his eyebrows.

"Little Taibai, this island is quite lively indeed!"

The scene relayed back by the Ghost Ear Listening had also taken Wang Yuan by surprise.

"Is it them? These ’Great Saints’ who were busy trying to be reborn actually dare to come back?"

...

Near the former site of Taoyuan.

A group of disciples from the Peach God Tao, along with a considerable number of oddly-shaped demons and monsters from the Water Clan, were slowly making their way through the complex and maze-like peach forest.

In the middle position, responsible for guarding the rear, were two huge toads, both covered in bumps, their bodies cast in copper coins.

The larger of the two had attended the Flat Peach Banquet in the Taoyuan Mysterious Realm and, after the two Green Seal Sages’ fierce battle, fled in a state of panic along with its companion.

It was none other than the protector of the Peach God Tao, known as the Three-Legged Taoist.

As the big toad moved along, it grumbled inwardly:

"Gah, what bad luck, such bad luck!

The only Green Seal Sage of the Peach God Tao, the completely insane Emperor Mu, and that mad ’Dark Mother in Black Sky’ have been fighting to this day, with no news emerging.

Those cowards, too afraid to come and investigate themselves, have dragged me, an old toad, into this mess.

Now, everyone is trying to be a ’Great Saint’, afraid to even step on an ant or harm a moth near a lantern.

Aren’t you bastards just plotting my demise?"

In the meantime, Wang Yuan had been busy outwitting Plague Dao and the Corpse God Tao and had completely overlooked the internal strife that had erupted within the Peach God Tao because of him and the Deceit Peaches.

Because the Victorious Fighting King had caused havoc in Yaochi Fairyland,

The Flat Peach Banquet on Dushuo Mountain was also disrupted early on due to Wang Yuan helping Su Guyun achieve the Three True Dharma Body.

Although the higher-ups from other sects had also consumed Deceit Peaches,

with these lessons learned before them, they, too, were subjected to being reformed by the Heart-Eating Worms, yet not to the point of death.

Particularly, the Yellow Seal Mages with stronger resistance were never going to be killed by a middle-grade Deceit Peach.

Unfortunately,

before they found a solution for the Heart-Eating Worms, if they didn’t want constant agonizing pain, they had no choice but to act like Great Saints at all times!

Every word and deed had to align with the Disciple Rules, the Women’s Training, the Hundred Feet Rules, the Tai Xiao Lang Book’s Ten Virtues and Ten Vices, the twenty-four-word mantra...

Even worse,

their social circles were all filled with various demons and monsters; it was as if Old Black had infiltrated a pack of wolves, and they all struggled to maintain their facade.

And nobody was offering them any external support to address that pressing issue urgently waiting on standby.

At that moment,

The little golden toad, who had been walking by the Three-Legged Taoist’s side hearing his sighs, assumed he was dissatisfied with the speed of the search.

Quickly whipping out the whip strapped to his waist, he lashed at the demons and monsters in front, flaying their skins and causing them to scream in pain.

Meanwhile, he didn’t forget to shout rebukes:

"Hurry up, didn’t you eat? If we don’t find the entrance to the Taoyuan Mysterious Realm by noon, I’ll flay your skins alive!"

But just as he had started whipping, he was restrained by the Three-Legged Taoist at his side.

The big toad patted the little toad’s head and said with agony:

"My son! How many times have I told you, never let your father see you committing evil deeds? Why won’t you listen?!"

The little toad, confused, argued with the big toad:

"Dad, isn’t this how we’ve always behaved as demons? I followed your advice today and made sure I was far away before I ate someone.

Now, it’s just hitting someone, what’s so terrible about that? You’ve been acting strangely recently, are you sick?"

At this point, the Three-Legged Taoist could no longer hold back, covering his chest as it began to beat violently, and he shouted angrily:

"Impudent! You continue to err despite repeated admonitions, and dare to talk back to your father?

As a person with ideals, Morality, culture, and discipline, witnessing such immorality, your father really must... take action out of justice!"

Gah—!

With that, he swallowed the completely baffled little golden toad in one gulp.