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Killing Dao Fruit

"Nine Heavens cast down the Undying Tree, from the tomb the Immortal's bones were fetched; Taoist Venerable tut-tutted as they drank blood plasma, Old Buddha relished in the chew of meat; Beasts and livestock rang the Dharma Drum, city foxes and hole-dwelling rats boiled in the pot; In the Immortality Wine, the resentful spirits were fishy, at the Killing Banquet, the Dao Fruit was bitter!” In this world where Daoist Skill manifested, countless Sect Cultivators, Side Door Magicians, princes and scholars, officials of high rank and nobles all coveted immortality! Owl God Tomb, stealing heavenly secrets, Pearl Gathering Skill, Holy Infant Pill, bone effigies, Yin God Shrine, human-transformed monsters, Undying Elixir, Red Line Poison, Blood Immortal insects, Mermaid Meat, gold-threaded robes, Five Poisons Primordial Spirit, Seven Star Life Extension... They killed and harmed life only to steal the "Killing Dao Fruit" borne upon that Undying Tree! Until... a sly "Fishing Man" came to this world. Wang Yuan, born with the Small Book of Life and Death, had but a simple and unadorned dream: Amid bustling strings and smoky vistas, on a night bathed in moonlight, in peace and quiet did I lean on the rail, savoring the wind, toasting to the stars. With his "Bride in bridal clothes," watching the sunrise at Taishan in the morning, admiring Qionghua in Luoyang at noon, and drinking under the aurora by the North Sea in the evening. "But you all smell so incredibly fragrant! No more, none shall escape, for today I shall crowdfund Cultivating Immortality! Please... my treasure, turn around!” The blood-red veil of the Bride abruptly fluttered to the ground.
Beihai Whaling · 360.7K Views

The Minor Side character Wants To Live

When Jace Smith suddenly kicks the bucket and finds himself reborn in a novel he used to detest, he becomes Avery Ford—a troubled Omega from a wealthy family, struggling with a serious heart condition and a not-so-great reputation. In this new life, Avery has to figure out how to break free from his overbearing dad, Callan. His best shot at freedom? Getting married. That's where Sloane Delaney comes in. He’s a wealthy alpha and the grandson of a powerful matriarch, dealing with the fallout from a traumatic car accident that left him both physically and emotionally scarred. For Avery, Sloane’s scars don’t matter much. When Sloane pops the marriage proposal at the perfect time, Avery sees it as a chance to start fresh. At first, their marriage seems like a practical solution, with both guys looking for an escape. But as Avery starts to genuinely care for the quiet and gentle Sloane, their simple arrangement gets way more complicated. Loving Sloane isn’t a walk in the park. He’s haunted by betrayal and wrestling with his past, while also on a quest for revenge. His moods swing wildly—sometimes he’s warm and inviting, other times he’s icy and distant. This rollercoaster leaves Avery feeling lost, but he’s determined to get through to Sloane, even if it might cost him everything. As they deal with revenge schemes, hidden family secrets, a dangerous ex, and cutthroat business rivals, Avery and Sloane try to navigate their rocky journey together. Can they find comfort and healing in their unexpected love, or will Avery’s feelings stay one-sided as Sloane battles the darkness that threatens to swallow him whole? Thanks so much for checking out my story! I hope you enjoy following Avery and Sloane’s journey as much as I loved writing it. Your support means the world—please consider leaving a review, comment, or vote! ABO (Alpha, Beta and Omega) Male pregnancy at the later stage of the story Mc falls first but Ml falls harder Disabled Ml Slow burn romance Smut at the later part of the story Healing and Character growth This is my WSA 2025 entry, any support is deeply appreciated by this humble author.
Bianca_Moon · 278K Views

Skill Forge: Broken Extra Character

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."
Dark_Eyez · 1.1M Views
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