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

Drowning and subsequent discharge:

Wang Quan saw the round-faced Taoist nun at the entrance of the miscellaneous hall.

The Taoist nun carried a package and eagerly awaited her arrival.

Upon seeing Wang Quan, she immediately beamed with joy: "I didn't expect that you would use the Nightmare Victory Technique to kill people so soon after you started practicing your magic. You are truly ruthless."

"Who offended you?"

Wang Quan smiled and said, "Senior Sister, I never leave the Lower Academy and I don't argue with anyone. How could anyone have offended me?"

The round-faced Taoist nun rolled her eyes: "Back then she called me 'sister'!"

Royal power...

After exchanging pleasantries with the round-faced Taoist nun, Wang Quan found a quiet room for seclusion.

He sat cross-legged, tapping the [Plain Moon Paper-cut Box] in his hands. His Yin spirit conjured up the faces of Zhao Fei and others, while his physical body recited the Nightmare Victory Technique.

Bilibili!

Girgh!

One by one, magical power was consumed.

After the thirty streams of magical power were exhausted, thirty scrolls flew out of the box, clearly showing the faces of Zhao Fei and others.

"I don't care if you want to promote the new law."

"I don't care much about the so-called debate between the old and new laws."

"But you can't use me as a stepping stone!"

"Using me as a stepping stone is bad enough, but to threaten me in public is even worse."

"Am I shameless?"

Wang Quan's heart was burning with murderous intent.

When he first refined his magical power, he dared to confront that Taoist priest in the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall head-on.

Now, with thirty magical powers and numerous life-saving methods, he is even bolder.

After the portrait was prepared, all the magic power was used up.

Because he had no money and didn't buy any elixirs, Wang Quan could only recover his magic power on his own after it was completely depleted.

As the Yin spirit's thoughts raced, eight moon phases flew out of the box in the next second.

Although it was daytime, with the moon hanging overhead for eight months, Wang Quan silently practiced the "Bright Moon Illuminates Me" technique, and a few strands of moonlight still fell, accelerating his recovery.

Half an hour later, the thirty streams of magical power were restored.

Eight paper moon phases flew back to the box.

Wang Quan opened the package.

It contains materials such as straw, golden needles, toxins, and red thread.

These materials are either naturally grown or artificially manufactured.

Each one has been refined by the magic power of the Nightmare Realm, making them top-tier materials for the Qi Refining Realm.

Wang Quan recited the scriptures on the art of warding off evil spirits once more.

The only difference is that the order of the scriptures has been adjusted this time.

Bilibili!

Girgh!

Straws, as golden as gold, rise into the air, like silk threads, weaving across the portrait.

After the chanting of the scriptures ended, the scroll disappeared, and in its place appeared thirty golden scarecrows.

This method only consumes one unit of magical power.

He made a slight adjustment, put the scarecrow into the package, then pulled out a hair from his own head, and then cast the Nightmare Spell again.

As he chanted the scriptures, the hair in his hands suddenly burst into flames.

At the same moment, rapidly flashing images appeared around the Yin spirit in the inner realm.

In many of the images, there are either falling hairs or skin flakes falling into the dust.

Whenever the scene appears, the things inside burn rapidly under the Nightmare Spell.

Finally, when there were no more images, it proved that all the hair, skin flakes, saliva, and filth left behind by the king had been burned.

At this point, ordinary cultivators had no way to use the Nightmare Victory Technique against him.

Then, he used several Nightmare Spells to seal himself:

From now on, any hair, skin flakes, or other debris that fall off will burn away instantly upon impact, minimizing the risk of being targeted by spells like Nightmare Spells.

At this moment, the king had prepared everything, but now was not the time to cast the spell.

On the one hand, the Nightmare Spell is most powerful at night.

On the other hand, he can practice many spells in the lower temple, but if he uses spells to harm people, he will definitely be detected by the lower temple's magical artifacts.

The moment he uses magic to kill, the power of the magical artifact will be unleashed, destroying the spell and causing the caster to suffer a backlash.

Therefore, if you want to kill someone, you should wait until nightfall and go outside the lower courtyard.

The moon had not yet risen above the willow branches when Wang Quan carried his bundle to the Sutra Repository to study Taoist scriptures.

The library is as bustling as ever.

However, very few people can study Taoist scriptures for more than two years.

After Wang Quan entered the Sutra Repository, he discovered that there were some new faces inside.

These people must have just entered the library today.

"That aloof Taoist nun was performing her rituals in courtyard number 95. I wonder who explained the rules of the lower courtyard to them."

"I wonder if the person giving the presentation this time discouraged any newcomers."

While pondering, he began to study Taoist scriptures.

A stick of incense...

Half an hour...

One hour...

The moon rises above the willow branches.

Wang Quan got up and went straight back to the coffin dormitory.

He sat upright on the coffin lid, patted the box, and the eight moon phases rose into the air. The fundamental law was activated, and beams of hazy moonlight fell down, instantly transforming into strands of magical power.

Some newcomers returned, and they looked on with envy when they saw Wang Quan practicing magic.

However, the elderly people last month looked disdainful.

"We've heard that anyone who starts practicing magic will sell some blood to increase their authority and move into a better dormitory."

"Anyone with real talent would stay in this godforsaken place."

The king dismissed these people's claims with disdain.

He has already cultivated magical power, so he doesn't stoop to the level of ordinary people, but only to those who cultivate immortality.

It was late at night, and most of the newlyweds and the elderly were asleep.

After Wang Quan finished practicing the magic, he returned to the box eight months later.

He got up, picked up the box, and prepared to go out and kill someone.

But the next second:

"Senior brother, please wait!" A pleasant voice rang out.

Wang Quan turned his head and saw a young boy and girl bowing to him.

The young man was handsome, dashing, and had an extraordinary bearing and a tall, straight figure.

The young woman was beautiful, graceful, and had a noble air.

"Um?"

The young woman bowed and said, "Senior brother, we are new here and there are many things we don't understand."

"I wonder if I could ask my senior brother for some guidance?"

Wang Quan smiled: "No problem!"

When they first arrived, the aloof Taoist nun spoke vaguely about many things, and he, Qian Xiuyue, Wu Yong, and others had also consulted with people from all over the place.

Some people explained it to them in detail, while others gave vague answers.

Later, they became old, and every month new people would ask them questions, which they would explain in detail.

The girl asked excitedly, "Senior brother, are the Taoist scriptures very important?"

"The Taoist priest who explained it to us said it was important; the instructors in the hall for transmitting the Dharma and techniques also said it was important."

"However, many people say it's not important, as long as you master the three thousand volumes of Taoist scriptures."

Wang Quan laughed: "The Taoist priests who teach and explain don't lie!"

"The Taoist scriptures are very important!"

"If you can endure the loneliness, you can do exactly what they say."

Whether it's the instructors or the Taoist priests who give explanations, they all mention that the higher the version of the fundamental teachings for the first practice, the better.

However... very few people patiently refine their Daoist scriptures before formally practicing the techniques.

Many people improve their Taoist scriptures by relying on the blessing of Yin spirits after practicing the methods.

However, in this way, even if they possess ten thousand or even one hundred thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures, they will have no chance of obtaining the [First-Grade Daoist Seal].

The [First-Rank Dao Seal] is the best gift prepared for cultivators who can endure loneliness.

The boy and girl were overjoyed and repeatedly expressed their gratitude.

Wang Quan smiled and said, "No need to thank me!"

"I asked others the same question back then."

"If anyone asks you for advice in the future, I hope you will do the same."

The boy beside him patted his chest and assured him, "Don't worry, senior brother, we will definitely follow your example!"