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

Around noon, Wang Quan picked up the box, got up, and headed straight for the market.

The drowning lower house is located on a mountain.

The market town was located on a large flat area at the foot of the mountain.

The market is divided into two layers: the inner layer is well-organized and mostly has a courtyard-like structure; the shops facing the street have been around for over a thousand years.

Those that are less than a thousand years old are not qualified to be included.

If the inner neighborhood is the residential area for normal people, then the outer neighborhood is a slum.

The houses there were a mess, with shacks, thatched huts, and paper houses all available, making it a dirty, chaotic, and poor place.

The population of these outer neighborhoods accounts for a full 90% of the neighborhood's population.

The task mentioned by the round-faced Taoist nun is located in the courtyard at No. 95, Neifang.

As soon as Wang Quan descended the mountain and stepped into the inner quarters, he was surrounded by a group of spirits:

"How about renting out your internal organs?"

"Looking for a ghost and zombie assault team!"

"How about brain transplants, bone transplants, and kidney transplants? "

"How about some fine wine personally brewed by a female cultivator at the tenth level of Qi Refining Perfection?"

"Tonight, male cultivators at the half-step Foundation Establishment stage are offering a child-giving service. Only three spots left. Interested? Male? Male is fine too. Just bring the flyer; your chances of being selected are higher."

These spirits and monsters are mostly multi-legged creatures such as centipedes, octopuses, and spiders.

They distribute seven or eight, or even more than a dozen, flyers at a time.

When Wang Quan came to his senses, he found that he had dozens of flyers in his hands.

He casually tossed the flyer aside, weaved through the bustling crowd of spirits, and headed straight for his destination.

Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at compound number ninety-five.

This courtyard covers an area of ​​over 100 acres, and most of the houses inside are two-story structures, housing hundreds of families.

The courtyard gate was wide open, and people were coming and going.

There were toad spirits hopping around carrying wine jars of all sizes, cricket spirits playing music, fox spirits singing and dancing, and turtle spirits wandering around carrying delicacies; beauties, gentlemen, and crude warriors also mingled among them.

Even more so, there are lark spirits with two wings on their backs, soaring in the air and singing softly.

The bellflower spirit shook its fruit, making a rustling sound.

The courtyard was filled with colorful ribbons, streamers, and flags.

Large red cloths hung from the attics on either side of the second entrance, proclaiming: "Congratulations on the opening of our academy's first Dual Cultivation Study!" and "All who come from all directions are guests!"

Horizontal scroll: [We welcome all, including humans, demons, and monsters]

Standing in the bustling courtyard, Wang Quan looked bewildered.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a scene.

He felt that his values ​​were starting to crumble.

Just then, a chef shouted from afar, "Come and bring a few pig demons to bleed us out, we're running out of pig blood!"

"We're running out of fish roe. Let's get a few fish demons to breed and get some fish roe to tide us over."

Then a Taoist nun called out in a coquettish tone, "Where are the handsome martial arts practitioners? Hurry up and apply that greasy essential oil, change your clothes, and get ready for rehearsal."

Then another Taoist priest shouted, "Those who applied for the flower-scattering job, go to the second courtyard. We're starting to select people now, so hurry up!"

Wang Quan took a deep breath, pushed aside the monster blocking his way, and headed straight for the second courtyard.

Although the second courtyard was also bustling with people and demons, it was quieter than the front courtyard.

There's a sign in the side room that reads: "[Flower Scattering Area]".

Wang Quan hurried over and saw a dozen cultivators and dozens of monsters crowding around there.

The monks mostly wore Taoist robes, carried whisks, and had an elegant demeanor.

The spirits mostly carry baskets filled with various flower petals.

A Taoist nun who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen slammed her hand on the table and glared: "Spirits, go scatter flowers on the surrounding rooftops; three thousand green dragons, are you in or not?"

A group of spirits protested, "Why should we go to the roof? We picked fresh flowers; smell them, they smell wonderful!"

"Such fragrant flowers should be sprinkled on Fairy Qin."

The young Taoist nun sneered, "You're all too ugly!"

A wild boar spirit chuckled maliciously, "Our ugliness only serves to highlight Fairy Qin's beauty!"

The young Taoist nun rolled her eyes: "Get lost, take it or leave it."

"When the cannon fires in a moment, you can start throwing confetti."

The spirits had no choice but to carry baskets and climb onto the rooftops around them, waiting for the signal to scatter flowers.

After the spirits left, only a dozen or so cultivators remained.

The young Taoist nun smiled and said, "Everyone, this time the female lead needs four flower-scattering people by her side."

"First of all, no ugly or old people."

"You, you, and you all, go to the rooftop and scatter flowers, and you'll get five thousand Qingfu."

"Are you going or not?"

Upon hearing that they had two thousand more Qingfu than the spirits, the cultivators readily agreed.

At this point, ten people remained.

The young Taoist nun's eyes darted around: "Show us your flower-scattering skills, everyone."

A Taoist nun smiled, her hands forming a mudra as she silently recited Taoist incantations.

The next second, hundreds of illusory flower images appeared, fluttering and falling, lifelike.

The young nun nodded: "After two cannon shots, use your magic to cover the second courtyard with flower petals; ideally, the petals should all fall on the guests."

"Is it possible? Yes, 20,000 coins."

"It can do it!"

The young nun nodded: "Next."

A Taoist priest took out a flower wreath, then casually tossed it aside, spewing out a stream of magical power.

The next second, a large bird flew out, spreading its wings and soaring, scattering hundreds of kinds of flowers wherever it passed.

The young nun clapped her hands: "Go to the highest point, and when the cannon fires, release the big bird, and flowers will fly all over the courtyard."

"Should we take on the task of recruiting 10,000 Qingfu?"

The Taoist priest thought for a moment and said, "Alright!"

"Next!"

Everyone took turns showing off their flower-throwing skills.

Some are designed with rooftops, while others are designed with attics.

Moreover, the amount of money given for the green cicadas varied.

Soon it will be the king's turn.

Wang Quan patted the Su Yue Paper-cutting Box, and the next second, twenty-two paper figures flew out from it.

The paper figure landed, and a burst of green smoke transformed into twenty-two women in palace attire.

These palace maids were adorned with jingling ornaments, possessed exquisite looks, alluring figures, and charming temperaments.

They carried flower baskets, sometimes walking in mid-air, sometimes moving inch by inch on the ground, sometimes moving forward, sometimes backward.

Every movement, every smile, is graceful.

The palace maids waved their hands, and petals scattered down, lifelike and fragrant.

The young Taoist nun tilted her head and pondered for a moment: "Could you create paper figures—holding umbrellas, pulling ribbons, and carrying palanquins?"

Wang Quan nodded: "Yes!"

The young nun's eyes lit up: "Can paper figures talk?"

"able!"

The young Taoist nun clapped her hands:

"When three cannon shots rang out and Fairy Qin flew out of the pavilion, you arranged for palace maids to carry the palanquin so that Fairy Qin could land on it; there should be people scattering flowers and holding umbrellas on the side; you should also make the flower petals form a path, hanging down from a high place, and then carry the palanquin along the flower path, landing on the person in the center of the courtyard."

"Should we take on the task of recruiting 30,000 Qingfu?"

Wang Quan was delighted: "Do it!"

This was 10,000 more coins than he had expected, so he had to agree.

At this moment, a Taoist priest muttered, "Why should I give him 30,000 coins? I only have 10,000 coins!"

The young nun sneered, "One of them is worth more than twenty people."

"If you have also practiced the art of paper dolls, I can give you more."

The Taoist priest remained silent.

The young nun outlined a general plan for the group, and then clapped her hands, saying, "We'll all have to adapt to the situation as it unfolds."

"But the central idea is only one: to highlight Qin Xianzi's nobility, elegance, and inviolability."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

As time went by, everyone took their places.

Following the instructions of the young Taoist nun, Wang Quan hung it under the eaves of the first floor.

Hanging to the side was the Taoist nun who was skilled in illusion.

Wang Quan bowed and said, "Senior Sister, this is my first time doing something like this. If anything goes wrong, I hope you can help me fix it."

The Taoist nun chuckled, "No problem!"

"If I make a mistake, you will help me fix it."

Wang Quan nodded: "Okay!"

Thus, the two chatted idly, exchanging a few words here and there.