Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 454 - 451

Chapter 454: 451

On the backside of Yin Mountain, Reincarnation Lake.

Six enormous whirlpools, representing the "Six Paths," roared continuously.

A young man, white and fat, clearly raised in luxury, scattered a large sum of money to claim a carefully tailored reincarnation package from the "Yama Palace sub-hall."

With a leap from the shore, he dove into the whirlpool that represented the "Mortal World Path."

Observing the scenery of the Mortal World gradually appearing at the end of the tunnel, as well as his hometown he had just left not long ago—Yu State, Linqing Prefecture.

The youth couldn’t help but let out a wildly conceited laugh:

"Hahaha, did you not expect this? I, Wu Wentcai, have returned so soon.

None could handle me when I was alive, and even in death, the Yin Department couldn’t touch a hair on my head!

What can you do to me when I’ve committed every atrocity imaginable?

I infuriated my mother to death at five, beat my nurse to death at ten, took possession of a widow’s home at fifteen, and at eighteen, stopped supplying medicine and meals to my bedridden father, starving him to death.

In the end, not only did I inherit his Marquis of Yongcheng title, but I also took his six concubines into my chambers.

And with power, I bullied the locals, seizing their lands, houses, wives, and daughters.

Unfortunately, this world has no such thing as a cycle of Heavenly Dao, no retribution for good and evil.

Dad has plenty of money!

As long as I’m filial to the Underground Master, even if I die suddenly from an illness, I can still be born into a wealthy family in my next life, continuing to live a carefree and happy life!"

Just one look at the riotous colors seeping from within him was enough to tell he had been almost completely corrupted, an irredeemable "Innate Evil."

A natural-born scourge, incorrigible and foul.

Soon, the tunnel of reincarnation ahead kept enlarging, gradually revealing the serene view of the backyard of the Linqing Prefecture Magistrate’s residence.

In the courtyard, where chrysanthemums bloomed beautifully, suited for a peaceful autumn day,

a young pregnant woman with a tender face was sewing a small coat for her soon-to-be-born child.

Seeing this graceful and intelligent woman, Wu Wentcai’s face revealed a malicious smile:

"Jiang Qiaoyun, oh Jiang Qiaoyun, I had wanted to forcefully take you into my mansion, but you were saved by the self-proclaimed honorable Magistrate Sun Qingbai of Linqing Prefecture.

In the end, you shameless woman even deigned to become his concubine.

You have thoroughly slapped the face of this Marquis on the ground.

Sun Qingbai! Aren’t you a man of poems and integrity? Aren’t you the upright loyal official and filial son of Great Yan? Don’t you want to leave a legacy of honor?

I will inherit your family estate, tarnish your reputation, corrupt your inner house, leaving your lifetime of glory utterly stinking! Gahaha... Ga?!!"

Just as Wu Wentcai was about to be reborn into the womb of that Magistrate’s wife, his vision suddenly blurred.

Before him stood the vague figure of a stunningly beautiful woman, her hands supporting a golden wheel, who abruptly blocked his way.

Her features were obscured by the light, with only a face cold as frost, sternly shouting at him:

"Roll back!"

The Merit Golden Wheel promptly reversed, neutralizing the power of reincarnation from the Reincarnation Lake.

Wu Wentcai, his face blank with disbelief, was abruptly kicked back to the Underworld.

Meanwhile, Gao Jisheng, looking at his own body hidden under the divine light of the golden color, tilted his head back so the bitter tears seeping out could retreat back to his heart, and sighed quietly:

"It’s all because I was too young, so naive!"

After the assassination squad was entirely wiped out and all members had been captured by Wang Yuan for forced military service,

Wang Yuan finally managed to plant a mole within the Yin Mountain Ghost Country.

He released Ganga and another mage back to their places, taking along false intelligence to further deceive the Underground Master.

Ganga, as a high-profile target, was too conspicuous.

So, she handpicked another who was equivalent to a Green Seal-Level Dharma Body, an Entry Level Realm "Military Leader," to become the vessel for these two disciples.

The "reincarnation package" that Gao Jisheng chose for himself, naturally, he must swallow with tears.

Ashamed to show himself in a female form, he always made sure to keep himself well-concealed.

However, he also felt slightly puzzled:

"That said, my master was so earnest in comforting me, claiming that getting used to cross-dressing and a female body is just a matter of habit. What does that mean?

No one could get used to such things... right?!

Thankfully, once I perfect the Asura Path, I will at least have five more chances to choose.

My master is too much of a trickster—next time, I will choose for myself!"

The "Power of Reincarnation" can be accumulated through lifetimes of cultivation.

With each life passed, one’s Taoist ability becomes stronger, one’s talent heightened.

After personally experiencing the hardships of each path, one could also gain additional strange abilities bestowed by the paths.

Cultivating the Asura Path would greatly enhance physical strength, turning one into the fiercest of warriors;

Cultivating the Beast Dao would allow mastery over various Beast Languages and command over all kinds of wild beasts and spiritual beasts;

Cultivating the Starving Ghost Dao would confer command over all abilities of fierce ghosts, including invisibility, Ghost Covering Eyes, illusion techniques, spells, dream entry, possession, ghost fires, and more...

And with the support of the Merit Golden Wheel, as long as Gao Jisheng could cultivate the "Asura Path," he would be granted the power of "Divine Splitting."

Gradually he would fragment into six different personalities.

One needed only to entrust a shred of divine consciousness onto the Merit Golden Wheel.

Even if he continued to preside over the Underworld, he could embark on another journey of reincarnation and continue his "Power of Reincarnation" cultivation in the Yang World.

At the same time, in the Yama City of Fengdu within the Yin Department.

Bam!

A muffled sound echoed, as Wu Wentcai, rebounded by the Merit Golden Wheel, crashed heavily against the impeccably clean black floor tiles.

Looking up, he found a dignified prince, dressed in ceremonial robes with a face dark as jade, sitting high in the main hall.

By his side stood the red-robed judge, the fearsome Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Black and White Impermanence, and a host of Yin Officials whose gazes were as sharp as knives, all looking simultaneously in his direction.

Hiss—!

The bone-chilling coldness seemed to slice deep into his marrow.

Compared to the beautiful Asura women from the "Asura Ghost Country" who provided tailored reincarnation services,

The sheer terror of this place had his legs shaking, nearly collapsing on the spot.

Where was that malicious and wild arrogance now?

His eyes were lifeless, and he muttered in disbelief:

"Impossible! Impossible! I’ve spent money, I did spend money! How could I end up in Yama Palace?!

Let me go back, I want to be reincarnated, I want to be reincarnated!"

Caught in a panic of fear and confusion, Wu Wentai failed to notice that this wasn’t the fifth Yama Palace but the first one, Qinguang Hall!

It was evident.

Now that the prerequisite for ascending to [Divine Transformation] had been met, and the control over the fifth division ran smoothly,

Wang Yuan immediately spent one million Yin Morality to ignite the second [Merit Golden Wheel] behind his head.

He then took over the authority of all nine other divisions and officially became the sole Yama of the Underworld.

Among these ten divisions, the first and the tenth held the heaviest power and were Wang Yuan’s main focus.

The first division presided over life and death in the Mortal World, governing the fortunes of the Netherworld, welcoming the good souls at the end of their lives to ascend.

For those with equally weighted good and bad deeds, they are sent to the tenth division for redistribution into the world as the opposite sex.

For those with lesser good than evil, they are taken to the High Platform on the side, known as the [Evil Mirror Platform], where a glance reveals one’s heart’s good and evil during life, followed by immediate dispatch to the second division to suffer in Hell.

In the mythology of Human Dao, King Yanluo was demoted from the first division to the fifth because he was too kind-hearted.

Now, it is merely a return to the original order.

The tenth division is also crucial, responsible for separating good from evil, setting levels, and dispatching souls to various places for reincarnation.

Males and females, fortune and poverty, are recorded in detail and reported monthly to the first division.

For the extremely wicked ghosts, they are commanded to change into eggs or embryos and live fleeting lives, returning to human form after serving their time, reincarnating in barbaric lands.

Before being sent for reincarnation, they must be taken to Meng Po God below the Forgetfulness Platform to be fed soup that makes them forget their past life.

Having taken over these two divisions, Wang Yuan naturally reclaimed the management of all eighteen levels of Hell, finally commanding absolute authority over the entire eighteen levels.

He then boldly commenced his plan for Hell’s reform.

The returned souls from Gao Jisheng were a crucial part of this reform plan.

"Left and right, open the [Evil Mirror Platform]!"

He immediately noticed the disproportionately heavy [Debt] on Wu Wentai, making one feel nauseous, and waved an Order Token.

The Evil Mirror Platform on the right side of the hall immediately shone brightly, revealing the scoundrel’s entire life.

His countless misdeeds caused even the experienced Yin Officials to frown.

Without the need for further trial, Wang Yuan ordered the Judge to stamp a document:

"This vile creature with a heart of a wolf and lungs of a dog should be sent to ’Heart Punishment Hell.’

But today this king is exceptionally merciful and will condemn this beast to the nineteenth level of Hell to toil for eternity, never to ascend!"

"No! I want to be reincarnated, you can’t punish me, I’ve spent money! I spent money..."

Two ghost soldiers with fierce and evil appearances immediately stepped forward, dragging the still shouting Wu Wentai into Hell.

In the eighteen levels of Hell, some had already merged to form the vast nineteenth level.

It was none other than the long-planned "Sewing Machine Hell" by Wang Yuan!

The minimum sentence here was thirteen years, with the maximum being perpetual.

There were no torture devices, only machinery.

The roar of factories rumbled ceaselessly amidst a noisy atmosphere.

On the assembly line, countless punished ghosts focused intently, ceaselessly working hard to produce firearms, cannons, pots, cloth... and more.

An accident with the machines resulting in a severed hand was common.

But the assembly line never stopped for them.

Even when ghost soldiers would occasionally drag away certain ghosts, sending them back to the original eighteen levels, and bring others to replace them,

It was met with wails of agony:

"No—! Let me work a little longer, I don’t want to go back, I want reformation through labor, I want to reform!"

"Just Four Hours a day, and a 30 Minute timer, I can still work, don’t send me back to Heart Punishment Hell!"

"..."

Clearly, they... loved labor!

Seeing the scene before him, Wu Wentai’s face showed complete despair, unable to imagine the horror of being forced to work Four Hours every day.

However,

The two ghost soldiers escorting Wu Wentai just sneered and without stopping here, continued to walk forward.

Until they stopped before a basin next to the factory.

"This is..."

Wu Wentai, who had already resigned himself to his fate, suddenly widened his eyes.

The assembly lines and various production machines in the factory area were exactly the same as those in Dushuo Mountain in the Yang World,

But were notably missing the most critical component... [Jade Mansion Thunder Pivot]!

Instead, before him stood huge wheels, describable only as mountains.

In the center was the transmission shaft, with three large mills connected around it. Countless ghosts pushed the mills in a clockwise motion, driving the shaft and converting it into an endless surge of power.

Supplying the adjacent Blood and Sweat Factory, powering lathes, spinning machines, weaving machines... operating efficiently.

If anyone slacked off or couldn’t keep up the pace, they would be instantly crushed into meat sauce by another approaching mill.

No one dared to relax, and efficiency was astounding.

’Money can make a ghost grind, and so can authority.’

These seemingly advanced factories were all powered by... genuine manual labor!

As a joke, Old Master Wang, as a qualified ruthless factory owner and prison warden,

Why use the [Jade Mansion Thunder Pivot], which was difficult to implement on a large scale, when there was an abundance of free labor?

Technological backwardness, compensated by ghost power.

"I don’t believe that the combined billions of humans, animals, starving ghosts... all sorts of ghost souls in the eighteen levels of Hell can’t outperform a single Green Seal Level [Jade Mansion Thunder Pivot].

Work! All of you, go work for this king! Heh heh heh..."

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