Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 574 - 532 Golden Cicada: It doesn’t matter, I will make a move!_2

Chapter 574: Chapter 532 Golden Cicada: It doesn’t matter, I will make a move!_2

"I must succeed in marrying into the family as a son-in-law and be a real man for once!"

"Second Brother Liu is right, I’ve had enough of those bossy old hags in the village.

We men from the mortal world, living at others’ mercy in the village, are the lowest in status, doing the dirtiest and most tiring work, eating worse than pigs.

Now that we have a chance to turn the tables, we must give them something to look at!"

"..."

It’s really no wonder they’re so agitated.

Since ancient times, only men have accidentally wandered into this dream realm.

Yet, in the Colorful Cloud Shop, where one’s status is measured by their ability to weave brocades, a matriarchal hierarchy has naturally formed.

For all men, marrying into the Seven Fairies’ family and becoming a kept man, a son-in-law dependent on his wife, is the lifelong pursuit.

As the saying goes, "If your wife is three years older, you’ll hold golden bricks; thirty years, you’ll be granted a kingdom; three hundred years, you’ll be fed immortal pills; three thousand years, you’ll join the ranks of immortals..."

Everyone is firmly convinced that once you’re chosen by the Seven Fairies, not only will you be able to live a life above others from then on, but you’ll also learn Immortal Law and enjoy everlasting life!

Although no "incumbent son-in-law" has ever returned, the skillful women born from their unions with the "immortal ladies" are always sent down the mountain to be raised in the village.

People believe that the immortal realm is too wonderful and those successful men have already found bliss in the arms of beauties, diligently cultivating Immortal Law without a thought of returning home.

Moreover.

It is said that there’s no fixed number when the immortals seek husbands; as long as a man catches their eye, he could potentially become one of their spouses.

This time, with the number of immortals changing from six to seven, the chances have suddenly increased a great deal.

Therefore, despite being competitors, there isn’t much of a hostile atmosphere among them.

It was only the old crone who had just pushed Senior Brother Song that staggered to the front of the line.

She looked over everyone from left to right, top to bottom.

With apparent dissatisfaction, she snorted coldly:

"Whether it’s the men born and raised in the village or those who arrived in the Colorful Cloud Shop over the past year, they are all but an undistinguished bunch.

There’s no debonair Scholar, no little officials with feminine features, no heroes with innate abnormalities, no brawny men with great physical strength...

There’s no one with the gift of gab, let alone the handsome Monks that the ladies are so fond of!"

In the end, she sighed deeply:

"Alas, you guys are the worst batch of prospective sons-in-law I’ve ever sent up the mountain!"

Their pity and disdain for them were written all over their face.

It’s regrettable that this is the first husband-selection since the seven fairies were reassembled, yet I have to make do with these ordinary folk to present to the ladies.

Even my own face as the leader of these skillful women is hard to save.

Unfortunately, it’s purely by chance what kind of people Yellow Millet Village sends, and I have no say in it at all.

"Senior Brother Song, do you hear these requirements?

Are the tastes of these Seven Fairies really so exotic?"

Hearing the preferences of immortal ladies as described by the old woman and realizing his own utter defeat, Junior Brother Qian couldn’t help but mutter to Senior Brother Song.

"Perhaps these heavenly affiliates have lived for so long that they’ve tired of ordinary men and now fancy novelty.

When we enjoy ourselves in the brothels or with the sisters from the Six Desires Monastery, don’t we also like to have them wear the dance clothes of colorful-eyed people, monk robes, official robes, and even Dragon Robes?

I guess the same principle applies."

At that moment, the still sharp-tongued old crone suddenly pointed at the two of them standing at the end of the line:

"Be smart after you go up the mountain; a sweet tongue and hard-working hands are always right.

Don’t be like that fat pig or old man, what kind of odd things they are bringing into my Colorful Cloud Shop?

I’m afraid the selection rules of Yellow Millet Village must have already gone wrong!"

"You..."

The two of them turned dark with anger at her words.

Looking up, they saw that the other two hundred men all seemed to be looking at them with a sort of schadenfreude.

To provide the Seven Fairies with enough sons-in-law (provisions), this dream realm obviously has some selection mechanism different from other dream realms.

Unlike the two of them, who forced their way in by relying on the Great Fate’s "Fate Yellow Path" attraction and the Seven Fairies, those who could enter here, although ordinary in the old crone’s eyes, at least possessed a decent appearance.

In contrast, the two of them, one fat and the other old, indeed appeared to be the bottom dwellers in the group.

Considering the earlier tips [Note: those of unsuitable appearance, please abstain on your own.],

It’s likely that they would be eliminated in the first round!

Thinking about the consequences of elimination, their faces instantly turned pale, and sweat poured down like rain.

Although succeeding in the competition might pose a danger when facing the seven Lady Immortals, the outcome of failure was something they wished even less to experience.

"Alas! It would be the limit for this hidden dragon and crouching phoenix to make it through three dream realms.

In the end, it looks like I will have to take matters into my own hands."

A sigh of disappointment that seemed to express frustration with the unfulfilled potential of iron stealthily echoed in the ears of the Song Qian brothers.

Suddenly.

Whoosh——!

At the end of the line, a seven-colored rainbow flashed by, indicating that someone had arrived at the Colorful Cloud Shop.

When the light dispersed, a young monk appeared with a golden lotus imprinted on his forehead, his lips red and teeth white, extraordinarily handsome.

His eyes were dark green, his skin was as white as jade, and he was dressed in an appropriately fitting moon-white monk robe, holding a string of priceless jade Buddha beads in his hand.

He stood tall and straight, distinguished from the rest.

It was none other than Wang Yuan’s seventh layer identity—Account Master Geng: Golden Cicada.

Role: "No-Life Dao" Three Yang Sect’s True Disciple, a junior brother to peers such as Master Red Lotus, Qing Yezi, and Yu Jiezi.

He was also Su Guyun’s only surviving uncle.

With a dignified appearance, he solemnly pronounced a Buddhist chant to the crowd:

"I humbly greet you all in the name of the No-Life Buddha, I am Golden Cicada, the junior monk."

Without using any Daoist Skills, a halo of golden Buddha light faintly emerged around him, framing this gentle young monk with a golden edge.

He was like a Buddha’s child from the Western Heaven.

Not only the old woman but also the men preparing to ascend the mountain held their breath.

One by one, the windows in the village opened, and those skillful women who had remained inside the houses couldn’t help but poke their heads out, their eyes widening at the sight of this young monk.

Gulp～gulp～

The sound of swallowing saliva was incessant.

Back when Old Master Wang had just begun his practice and was still a mortal,

he had charmed the widely experienced Red Seal Mage "Wood Charm Peach Immortal" Lady Peach Fairy utterly senseless.

Now, having become a Green Seal Sage and achieved the realm of "Spirit and Body Unification", a Yang God state, his entire being radiated a transcendent quality from the inside out.

Even when constraining his mana, he had already maxed out his charm attribute.

Besides, paired with the "Three Caves Dharma Body," he was without a doubt a great and virtuous monk from the "Heavenly Eye Dao," affiliated with the "No-Life Dao" lineage.

Even if No-Life Buddha himself, busy outside fighting life and death battles, were to come over, he would certainly not find any flaw.

The old woman, who had been complaining just before, suddenly saw an enlightened visage through his guise, perceiving the Tongue Blossoms Aspect and the power of water and fire (the Golden Lotus of Alchemy and the White Lotus of Virtue).

"A prodigy! Such a prodigy!"

Thinking of her mother, the eldest of the seven Lady Immortals, the Red-Clothed Lady Immortal’s instructions,

she was about to step forward to pull some strings, allowing this exceptional gem access through the backdoor and to become a guest of honor under her mother’s canopy.

"Great master, which Lady Immortal do you fancy?

I have here a handkerchief given by a Lady Immortal, which can allow you direct entry to..."

Clang! Clang! Clang!...

Distant bell chimes suddenly rang from the mountaintop, and large tufts of colorful clouds rose, forming a veil over the entire mountain like a sky curtain.

The rules of the competition also rang in everyone’s ears.

[First Trial: To surpass the fragrance of jade, to speak truer than the flowers. The arched eyebrows span the distant cliffs, the luscious lips eclipse cherry blossoms. Hairpins shimmer with jade, Golden Lotus sparks beneath the crimson skirt...

At this moment, the seven Lady Immortals have already gone to the Washing Spring to bathe.

One must navigate through the pervasive Colorful Cloud Formation in the mountains to find the Washing Spring.

Whoever can steal any piece of clothing from a Lady Immortal, be it outer garments, bodices, shoes, socks, hairpins... will enter the second trial!

The more you collect, the richer the reward.]

Stealing clothes would certainly be hooliganism if it were applied to the classic "Weaver,"

But for these already corrupted "Spider Demons," it was clearly... the sisters’ own taste.

"Fancy a particular Lady Immortal? Naturally, this monk desires..."

Wang Yuan was about to take the fragrant handkerchief from the old woman’s hand, saving himself some trouble,

when suddenly a dazzling light erupted behind him, and a sneering voice resounded from afar:

"The seven Lady Immortals? Heh, we brothers... want them all!"