Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

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New South Wales is teeming with spirits and monsters, and humans are as numerous as weeds.

Humans have many seekers of immortality: some seek longevity, some seek a high position, some seek revenge, some seek to slay demons and monsters, and so on.

Even spirits and demons often seek the Dao, and what they seek is no different from that of humans.

The time traveler Wang Quan is a seeker of immortality.

What he sought was immortality and the attainment of immortality; if possible, he also wanted to turn his back on all living beings and rule alone for eternity.

Ideals are beautiful, and reality is very skinny.

That year, he was sixteen years old. He had mastered the nine thousand volumes of Taoist scriptures from the Immortal Teachings Bureau and should have received the Immortal Seeking Order from one of the 108 orthodox sects of the Mysterious Gate, thus entering a certain orthodox sect and embarking on a smooth path from then on.

As a result, a powerful figure from his hometown used some means to change his name, so that he only received the unorthodox immortality-seeking order corresponding to the Three Thousand Daoist Scriptures.

That day, Wang Quan boarded the cruise ship of the Drowning Channel, looked at the large ship of the Xuanmen Orthodox Sect in the distance, and remained silent for a long time.

"I will come back one day!"

"I'm not back to prove how great I am, nor to take back what I've lost!"

"I have returned to bring death to certain people and their entire families."

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In January, he was discharged from the hospital after drowning.

More than a thousand newlyweds, including Wang Quan, gathered in the square.

A haughty Taoist nun sat atop a pink cloud, looking down at them: "The Drowning Path belongs to an unorthodox sect."

"I follow unorthodox paths, skilled in magic but not in magical power, nor in becoming an immortal."

"Those who are determined to become immortals may leave!"

Everyone fell silent.

No one left.

Because: The Drowning Path is considered a heretical path by the orthodox Xuanmen sects, but it is also an unassailable force by those immortal cultivation families and ordinary sects.

For an ordinary person to join the Drowning Sect, they need to master three thousand volumes of Taoist scriptures by the age of sixteen.

Those who are over sixteen years old and have not mastered the three thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures can only compete for a spot in the Seeking Immortality Grounds outside the Lower Academy.

The Land of Seeking Immortality has millions of seekers, and every year they fight tooth and nail for a thousand places in the Lower Temple.

They'd be crazy to leave.

The aloof Daoist nun waited a moment before speaking, "The Drowning Dao has 365 fundamental methods and 108,000 spells."

"These fundamental laws and spells can be learned for free."

"There is a Dharma transmission hall where the fundamental Dharma is explained without stopping for twelve hours."

"There is a hall for transmitting spells, where spells are explained non-stop throughout the twelve hours."

Wang Quan was quite surprised to hear this.

He thought that cultivating immortality in this world was the same as in the novels of his previous life: once you entered a sect, you would only be given a basic cultivation technique, and the rest would have to be bought with money or exchanged with contribution points.

So, this place is free?

Aren't you afraid of it being leaked? Aren't you afraid of hostile forces cracking it? Aren't you afraid of cultivating competitors?

At this moment, the aloof Taoist nun continued, "Cultivating immortality is originally about cultivating both body and spirit."

"It's just that the ancestors of each generation were a bit lacking in skill, which is why I, the Drowning Path, am only good at [Life Cultivation]."

"However, it's not a big deal. Most of us cultivators who drown in water die before we reach the realm aided by [sexual cultivation]."

"So it's okay if you're not good at [Life Cultivation]!"

Everyone fell silent.

Wang Quan remained silent.

He felt that this aloof Taoist nun was trying to discourage them, the newcomers, and he even had evidence.

The aloof Daoist nun remained silent for a moment before continuing, "By the way, the beings in the Seeking Immortality Land are actually just leeks being harvested by the lower courtyards."

"You can use three thousand volumes of Taoist scriptures to analyze some spells and win over the 'leeks' to do things for you."

"But try not to teach the 'leeks' (newbies) fundamental methods!"

"Because the fundamental law of the lower court requires at least three thousand volumes of Taoist scriptures to master."

"Those who don't understand the three thousand volumes of Taoist scriptures will run into trouble if they try to practice the fundamental methods you teach."

The crowd's expressions were strange.

The same applies to royal power.

A place where millions of people seek immortality, is it just a leek garden in the lower courtyard? Interesting, very interesting.

Moreover, he vaguely understood why the Drowned Lower Temple was not afraid of its techniques and spells being leaked.

At this moment, the aloof Taoist nun continued, "The more Taoist scriptures you master, the greater the power of the fundamental laws and spells you can analyze."

"The more Taoist scriptures you master, the more fundamental methods you should practice; versions of the fundamental methods that exceed your own understanding of the Taoist scriptures will kill you."

"And the higher the version of the fundamental teachings you practice for the first time, the better."

"Theoretically speaking, the most perfect approach is to master the fundamental methods of cultivation after mastering countless volumes of Taoist scriptures."

"However, many people practice the lower versions of the fundamental methods in the early stages, and then gradually replace them after they have mastered more Taoist scriptures."

"However, the final choice is your own business."

"By the way, you can only stay in the lower house for thirty years."

"Thirty years from now, if you haven't reached the Foundation Establishment stage, you will no longer be cultivators of the Drowning Path and will be expelled from the Lower Academy."

"Only those who have reached the Foundation Establishment stage can be considered formal disciples of the Drowning Path."

"Alright, everyone, have your identity tokens. Let's begin our cultivation!"

"Final warning: Never tell anyone how many volumes of Taoist scriptures you have studied."

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Time flies like an arrow; more than ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

A corner of the library:

Wang Quan casually grabbed a blank Taoist scripture and wrote 9050 on the cover with his finger.

The next second, he opened the cover, and the contents of volume 9050 appeared in the blank Taoist scripture.

He memorized it diligently and pondered it carefully.

A stick of incense...

Half an hour...

One hour...

He boasted that he had mastered and understood all 9050 volumes of Taoist scriptures, and then turned to the last page.

The next page contained a test paper with 9050 volumes of Taoist scriptures.

He picked up the pen and ink from the corner of the table and began to answer the questions.

one....

Three hundred...

Nine hundred and fifty...

The exam paper is gone, only two lines of text remain:

[A comprehensive integration of 9050 volumes of Taoist scriptures]

[You may now study the next volume of the Daoist scripture.]

Upon seeing this, Wang Quan smiled.

During his ten-plus days in the lower academy, he maintained a pace of studying the Daoist scriptures at three or four volumes a day. This efficiency was far too slow compared to his progress of studying nine thousand volumes previously.

Because the difficulty of the Taoist scriptures after the nine thousandth volume increased several times.

Even though he was smart from a young age, he still found it quite difficult to learn now.

call!

He exhaled a breath of stale air, rubbed his temples, closed his eyes to rest for a while.

At this moment, a kind-looking young man whispered, "Wang Quan, you've finished another volume?"

The boy's name was Wu Yong. He came at the same time as Wu Yong. Although they weren't from the same hometown, they had become familiar with each other after spending more than ten days together.

Wang Quan nodded: "Yes!"

"And you?"

Wu Yong's expression was complicated: "I haven't mastered a single volume today."

"This scripture is getting more and more difficult."

Wang Quan rubbed his temples: "Yes!"

Wu Yong said in a low voice, "Most of those who came at the same time as us have now started their formal cultivation."

"How many Taoist scriptures have you studied? When do you plan to begin your practice?"

Wang Quan's heart stirred, and he sighed, "I have only barely learned 3,050 volumes of Daoist scriptures. At this point, my understanding of the fundamental teachings is too outdated."

"I want to aim for five thousand volumes, or even six thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures."

Wu Yong's heart stirred, and he secretly felt proud: "I've been smart since I was a child. Before I came to the Drowning Lower Temple, I had already mastered five thousand volumes of Taoist scriptures."

"In the past ten days or so, I have studied more than thirty volumes."

"I'm progressing faster than him, and I'll achieve more than him in the future."

Thinking of this, he smiled憨厚ly: "At your learning speed, it will probably take you four or five years to formally begin cultivating if you want to master five or six thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures."

Wang Quan nodded: "Yes, the later Taoist scriptures are getting increasingly difficult!"

Wu Yong said mysteriously, "However, I heard that there are shops in the Land of Seeking Immortality that sell six thousand, or even seven or eight thousand, versions of the Fundamental Law."

"Many of us from the same period went to the store to buy the advanced version of the Fundamental Law."

Wang Quan looked around and found that of the more than a thousand people who had come here to study Taoist scriptures at the same time, there were now only a few dozen left.

He sighed, "It's a pity I have no money."

Wu Yong sighed, "I don't have any money either!"

The two looked at each other and smiled simultaneously.