Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 826 - 639: My family has given birth to a Master Qilin, why should this old man seek Longevity?

Chapter 826: Chapter 639: My family has given birth to a Master Qilin, why should this old man seek Longevity?

Successfully "cleansed" to become a model soldier, even reformed to the point of overdoing it.

This naturally "innately evil" person, lacking virtue in the five elements, not only replenished his own morals, but also overflowed greatly, developing an intense obsessive-compulsive disorder and a moral cleanliness.

The thing he hated most was the "chaotic evil" underground master, the enemy of Old Master Wang!

This taste of "acknowledging a thief as one’s father" comes up with just a scratch.

Subsequently, two Yin Soldiers escorted the "Filth Cleaner" out of the nineteen levels of hell, grasped tightly in the hand of an Earth Official Ghost Baby who had been waiting for his transformation to complete.

Becoming yet another trump card at the bottom of the chest.

Simultaneously.

Crossing the first gate past the Ghost Gate, on the San Tu River that coils around the entire Underworld, shrouded in thick white mist.

Ferries of various sizes shuttle back and forth like shuttles.

The smaller ones can carry only one or two people at a time, while the larger ones can carry hundreds at once, all depending on the Taoist ability of the San Tu Yin Official.

Yet none of the ghosts hurriedly crossing the river from the Mortal World know that most of these ferries on the river aren’t directly run by Fengdu City, but belong to a private Cao Gang!

In the depths of the fog.

A thousand-ton ship comparable to the Great Yan Treasure Ship, although it has unmatched passenger capacity, shows no sign of operating.

At the bow, there is only a burly old man with grizzled hair, a cracked ox horn on his forehead, drinking by himself.

In his hands, he holds a volume of "Yichun Fragrance" which he reads with great interest.

"It’s good indeed, but too short!

When the author of this script comes down someday, I must pull down his pants to see if he’s as short as this story.

At the very least, he has to be detained on this ship and forced to write without rest for a year and a half, twelve hours a day."

The old man, with the San Tu Yin Official Skill, had already reached the Yellow Seal Earth Essence state, and the large ship under his seat was clearly his lifebound magic treasure.

Obviously, this old man plotting to violently hurry the author is none other than Wang Yuan’s grandfather, Old Wang, the Daling Tomb Tiger Wang Wenhua!

Since the Cao Gang gained the favor of Fengdu City, practically monopolizing ghost transportation on the San Tu River.

The ghost messengers and Yin Officials in the Yin Department all came to know of this gatekeeper Grandpa Wang with connections all over.

But aside from the few who initially followed Wang Yuan, few Yin Officials had seen his true face.

The old man enjoyed his leisure, delegating work to the Yin Officials under him, gaining Taoist ability even while lying down, living a carefree and leisurely life.

His three lifelong interests: smoking, drinking, and reading scripts.

Although they’re not extravagant hobbies, in the Mortal World, City Gods and countless Yin Officials, those with "filial piety" were countless.

Good liquor, fine tobacco, and the latest popular scripts were all available to him.

Even though the bureaucracy of the Yin Yang realm in the Great Yan no longer indulges in this kind of thing.

But isn’t this minor affair of cigarettes, alcohol, and scripts considered bribery?

We didn’t directly give them to Old Master Wang, we just felt a special affinity seeing Gatekeeper Grandpa Wang, who looks just like my own grandfather, isn’t that allowed?

Cultivation is not only about fighting but also about human relationships.

The first thirty years see the father respecting the son, the latter thirty see the son respecting the father.

During festivals, the leader might forget who gave gifts, but those who didn’t might just find their names noted in a little book.

Clap!

At this moment, a sudden blast of air sounded behind the engrossed Old Man Wang.

A figure in blue softly landed on the deck, sat down beside his small table, and threw a green soybean into his mouth.

Only then did Old Man Wang nonchalantly put away the not-for-kids "Yichun Fragrance."

Picking up the wine pot, he smilingly poured a full cup for the grandson who had done a great job for the Wang family.

"Not bad, not bad, you and Xiao Wu finally came to a realization, our family’s ancestral skills finally have successors.

From our ancestors, we were destined to be tomb guardians.

Following the normal path, generation after generation should have continued guarding tombs for princes, at best even guarding the emperor’s tomb.

Further up you hit the so-called career ceiling you mentioned to grandpa when you were little.

Who would have thought, today our men would guard the tomb for the living beings under the heavens?"

Speaking of tomb guarding, the pride on his old face was uncontrollable.

Were it not for the fact that there was no place to flaunt it on the San Tu River.

This seemingly burly and dignified but actually secretly self-satisfied Old Man Wang would’ve said to everyone he met:

"I birthed a Master Qilin, why should I seek immortality? Delightful indeed! Delightful indeed!

"Praise! All of you just praise me to death!"

In this world, the paths to immortality can be roughly divided into three types.

One is physical eternal life, with the most typical representatives being the Corpse Dissection Immortal, Heavenly Official, and the Eccentric Immortal.

If one retreats and seeks second-best, there are two other forms that barely count as "longevity":

One is immortality through bloodline, which is called "Bloodline"; the other is immortality through thought, scholarship, and Taoist lineage, called "Dharma Inheritance."

With such a wise grandson, who could say that Wang Wenhua, the Daling Tomb Tiger, does not count as immortal?

Who was the last person to be called the "Tomb Tiger"?

The mentality of these two people is roughly similar.

Listening to his grandfather boast about himself, Wang Yuan could only smile, raise his wine cup, and drink with the old man until the cup was dry.

"These are all services for all beings, why talk about tomb guarding or not tomb guarding."

Old Man Wang’s smile grew even stronger, nodding repeatedly. Indeed, my grandson’s realm is high, I am not his equal.

After drinking three cups in a row, he changed the subject.

"This time you came, are you preparing to act?"

On this river, with ghosts endlessly coming from all directions, few people can be better informed than this gatekeeper of the Yin Department.

"You may report joy without reporting woes all day long, but your grandfather also knows.

Counting out the Heavenly Realm that for now cannot be touched, there’s only one enemy left in the Yin Yang Realm.

It comprises the Asura Ghost Country of the ’Asura Dao’ and that top ghost path figure who has lived for over a thousand years [Underground Master].

I must remind you of one thing."

When Wang Yuan looked over, the old man’s face naturally displayed a "nuclear harmony hydride" smile.

"Uproot the weeds and destroy their seeds. One generation every twenty years, just settle scores with their ancestors for eighteen generations, more than that would make our family’s conduct seem bad."

Others tell their juniors: with great power comes great responsibility.

How grand and righteous?

But he has always instilled in Wang Yuan: the greater the power, the greater the authority, the greater the fortune, but also the greater the enemies’ abilities!

If quicklime can be used, then use quicklime; if knockout drugs can be used, then use knockout drugs...

Whenever possible, eliminate every single enemy root and branch, with no leniency whatsoever.

With limited ability in the past, at most one could only rid of an enemy, or perhaps a generation; now, he can effortlessly rid of their ancestors for eighteen generations, for don’t we have the means?

Ensuring that causality is completely eradicated, leaving no future troubles at all.

With this in mind, Wang Yuan patiently listened to his grandfather’s advice, repeatedly promised him, then toasted him once more before taking his leave.

"Grandfather, you keep drinking, I’ll head out first."

Leaving behind a newly made [Thousand-Day Drunk], he turned and left without turning back.

He didn’t even say a word of farewell to avoid setting any kind of flag, accidentally triggering the unseen... laws of causality.

Wang Yuan stepped gradually into the fog over the river.

First, Lady Peach Fairy approached him, holding a Soul Summoning Lamp and kneeling in a courtesy bow.

Then Nie Hongying, Xing’er, and the other various Five Senses; the disciples of Yin Mountain Taoism; the Yin Officials from [Black Ice Platform]...

All the ghost gods of the Yin Department Ghost, Judge; the various Yin Official Ghosts in Fengdu City; the mighty War Soul Ghost Soldiers...

All appeared in the thick fog, bowed, and quietly followed behind him.

No matter how many people come, all remain silent.

Yet, the overwhelming sense of oppression only grew stronger.

As the Ghost Emperor set out, surrounded by his followers, evil spirits, and the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts.

Under Wang Yuan’s lead, such a large gathering of ghostly beings naturally formed a continuous Ghost Realm.

Ghost fire flickered, paper carp swayed freely, the sound of suona blaring as if to shake the heavens.

The fierce winds swept through, opening the Yin Road wide.

Returning from this journey, he will be the undisputed [Yin Heaven Son]!

Old Man Wang watched Wang Yuan’s figure gradually disappear into the Yin Road, and a phrase from a storybook suddenly surfaced in his mind:

"While idle and not yet old, let me indulge in this little madness.

In a hundred years, I’ll be drunk throughout, in thirty-six thousand sessions!"

Although he didn’t drink much today, it seemed as if he was somewhat drunk.

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