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

The Foundation Establishment Patriarch of the Zhao family looked grim upon hearing that Zhao Fei, who had just made a contribution that day, had been cursed to death.

They immediately sought out an old-style monk from their family.

When they arrived at the scene, the old-style monk looked at the thirty skeletons and was at a loss.

An ancestor who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage asked, "What kind of magic caused this?"

The old-style cultivator from the Zhao family coughed: "Of the tens of thousands of spells in the lower courtyard, there are at least one or two thousand that can be cursed to kill someone."

"There are so many spells, it's impossible for me to master them all!"

One of the Foundation Establishment elders was taken aback: "Aren't you unorthodox practitioners best at alchemy?"

"Isn't it said that you can easily master and perfect many spells just by glancing at them?"

The old-style cultivator from the Zhao family sneered, "I only possess three thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures, not ten thousand!"

"If one has mastered ten thousand volumes of Taoist scriptures, one can naturally learn them with just a glance and master them with a single application."

"Moreover, the Lower House has so many spells, plus the spells you've improved with your new laws, and the spells that have come from other places, they're as numerous as hairs on a cow."

"How can I manage so much all by myself?"

The Foundation Establishment ancestor of the Zhao family sneered: "Incompetent, yet making excuses?"

The old-style cultivator rolled his eyes in anger: "I'm incompetent."

"If you're so capable, do it yourselves!"

The Zhao family's Foundation Establishment ancestor sneered, "Just do what I'm told to do; don't make me complain to the higher-ups!"

The old-style cultivator from the Zhao family remained silent for a moment:

"Prepare silver soul wood, yin soil, underworld water, century-old rotten straw, and one hundred martial arts skeletons. I will use my abilities to protect the lives of the remaining people first, and then track down the caster to see if I can kill him."

Several Foundation Establishment elders frowned: "Protect the remaining people? What do you mean? Does the person who cursed us intend to continue cursing us?"

The old-style cultivator from the Zhao family sneered: "These fifty people have all gone to cause trouble at Compound No. 95."

"It's impossible for the other side to curse and kill thirty people without cursing and killing the remaining twenty."

The newly established foundational masters were bewildered: "Why not just curse them all together?"

The old-style cultivator was silent for a moment: "Anyone who has read some Taoist scriptures knows that under normal circumstances, a single magical power can only kill one person at a time."

The old masters who laid the foundation for the new laws chuckled and remained silent.

Soon, everything was ready.

The old-style cultivator from the Zhao family displayed numerous artifacts and performed various techniques.

The blood of twenty survivors was smeared on one hundred skeletons.

The old-style cultivator from the Zhao family said smugly, "After I used this method, if the other party wants to curse them to death again, they would have to master at least six thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures for the spells to work."

"As for the lower academy, the cultivators who can master six thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures, if a conflict were to break out with them, they would probably be dealt with on the spot."

"Only those who haven't mastered the six thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures would have endured until now to be cursed and killed."

"Wait a moment, and watch what I have to do."

With his hair disheveled, he exhaled breaths of magical power to empower various objects, preparing to search for traces of curses.

Not long after, the twenty new cultivators suddenly experienced pain and bled from their seven orifices.

The next second, the hundred skulls smeared with their blood essence burst into flames.

boom!boom!

The skull turned to ashes and fell to the ground.

"Just you wait and see what I've got!"

The Zhao family's old-style practitioners formed hand seals, chanted scriptures, and danced with their hands and feet.

The next second, the many artifacts he had prepared burst into flames, turning into a plume of black smoke that shot into the sky, chasing after the caster.

at this time:

Outside the Lower House, Wang Quan, who was casting a spell, sensed that someone was using magic to track him in reverse.

He sensed it briefly, then sneered, "You need so many tools to cast a spell? It seems you haven't mastered many Taoist scriptures!"

He grabbed a handful of scarecrow ashes and muttered something under his breath.

Then, use the countermeasures from the Nightmare Victory Technique:

call!call!call!

He unleashed ten streams of magical power in one breath.

These ten streams of [Bright Moon Magic Power] swept away the ashes of the scarecrow, transforming into a hazy black light that vanished directly into the void.

The next second:

The black smoke released by the old-style cultivators of the Zhao family suddenly reversed and then transformed into seven streams that drilled into his seven orifices.

The Zhao family's old-style cultivator screamed in agony, "Spare me!"

In an instant, after sensing the profoundness of this spell, he knew that the other party had mastered at least seven or eight thousand, or even tens of thousands, of Daoist scriptures.

Only in this way can one instantly counterattack when someone is caught off guard by a calculated attack.

Whoosh!

Black smoke billowed, melting his flesh and blood.

In just a second, the old-style cultivator from the Zhao family was reduced to nothing more than a black skeleton standing on the spot.

The founding ancestors of the new law remained silent upon witnessing this scene.

A few people muttered, "Your methods aren't working!"

The alchemist from the Zhao family reported this again.

The foundation-building ancestors of Hehuan Tower also reported the situation to those above.

Meanwhile, Wang Quan returned to the Martial Academy, inhaled moonlight, and restored his magical power.

Once his magical powers were restored, he once again sketched the faces of those twenty people and wove golden scarecrows.

Once everything was ready, he went out again to cast the Nightmare Spell.

This time, the twenty new cultivators screamed and were instantly burned to ashes.

"This curse attack has delayed me for more than an hour."

Wang Quan picked up the box and returned to the coffin dormitory area.

When he returned, he found a young girl sitting on the coffin beside him.

This girl was the one who had asked him the question.

The girl's eyes lit up when she saw him return: "Senior brother, my name is Ying Jiaren; I hope you will take good care of me in the future!"

Wang Quan nodded: "Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

Ying Jiaren smiled and said, "I'm contemplating the Taoist scriptures."

Wang Quan laughed: "The effect of gaining insights while lying in a coffin is even better."

Ying Jiaren's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Yes, it's more real than real gold!"

Ying Jiaren expressed her gratitude and then quickly crawled into the coffin.

Wang Quan smiled.

Even now, lying in the coffin, he would fall into a deep sleep under the influence of the coffin, recuperating his spirit in no time at most.

The same thing happened when the beautiful woman went in.

However, if she gets a good night's sleep, she will be refreshed and more efficient in studying the Taoist scriptures tomorrow.

This isn't exactly a lie.

Eight moons flew out of the box, hung in the night sky, drew the moonlight, and fell into the inner scene.

Strands of magical power were born.

Half an hour...

One hour...

Two hours...

It was getting light.

Wang Quan lit a bundle of sandalwood incense and offered it to the moon.

As he chanted scriptures, a bundle of sandalwood incense burned fiercely, engulfing him and sending thirty-one streams of [Bright Moon Power] soaring into the sky, heading straight for the moon.

The next second, the Yin spirit in his inner realm vaguely saw a volcano on the moon.

Wang Quan had an epiphany and noted down the shape of the volcano.

Then, the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone in the box operate on their own, adding new moon markers to the eight lunar phases, amplifying the connection between the paper's lunar phases and the moon, so as to draw more moonlight down.

"Senior brother, you're lying to me!"

The coffin lid was lifted, and Ying Jiaren poked her head out: "I fell asleep last night."

Wang Quan smiled: "Do you feel more energetic now?"

Ying Jiaren paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

"Therefore... taking good care of your mental state will make studying Taoist scriptures more efficient!"

Ying Jiaren nodded, chatted with Wang Quan for a few words, and then knocked on the coffin next to her.

After a short while, the coffin opened, and the boy who had accompanied her came out.

"Let's go to the library!"

"oh!"

The young boy and girl headed straight for the library.

Meanwhile, Wang Quan activated the [Purple Qi Extreme Heaven Method], preparing to gather purple qi.