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

In the afternoon, Wang Quan went to the Hall of Transmission to search for some spells.

There are countless magical arts categorized into four main types: Feng Shui, Earth Veins, Ritual Procedures, and Underworld.

He looks at the same thing repeatedly.

Because there are ten thousand volumes of Taoist scriptures and the "First-Rank Taoist Seal".

Many spells, once memorized, can be perfectly executed by the Yin spirit with just a little contemplation.

Compared to the tedious and slow process of refining magic, his efficiency in mastering spells was incredibly fast.

However, the other cultivators were not as fast as him.

On the one hand, they did not possess the [First-Rank Daoist Seal], so even if they later mastered ten thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures, they could not fully comprehend perfect-level spells; when they cast them, they were always slightly inferior to his spells; moreover, they needed a period of practice to become familiar with them.

With the blessing of the [First-Rank Daoist Seal], he was able to start using it directly.

In the afternoon, he analyzed twenty or thirty different spells from each of the four major categories.

The more spells he mastered, the more mysterious they seemed to him.

"When I have time, I want to analyze all the spells in the Lower Court and master them completely."

Early the next morning:

After gathering the purple energy to nourish the Yin spirit, Wang Quan replenished the [Plain Moon Paper-cutting Box] with full moon patterned paper, then picked up the box and headed straight for Yingxian Mountain.

Yingxian Mountain is located on the outermost edge of the market. When people from all around come to the Lower Temple to seek immortality, Yingxian Mountain is the first place they visit.

Whether it's day or night, this place is always bustling with people and people, a truly lively place.

The people who come here are not new recruits from the Drowning Lower House, therefore they are not protected here.

Many new people and new demons have arrived, and you can easily be tricked if you're not careful.

Those who were lucky enough became slaves, either serving others, testing medicines or martial arts techniques, or even becoming mine slaves.

Those who were less lucky went together to become brothers in the Emperor's Banner.

As for the remains left after death, they were skinned and bones removed to make painted skins and skeleton warriors; the internal organs were taken out and either rented out or refined into magical artifact embryos; the flesh and blood were also cultivated into a flesh field to produce secret meat for martial artists to eat.

In short, whether human or demon, those who are deceived generally do not fare well.

Here, not only ordinary people, demons, and monsters, but even cultivators often get scammed.

There is a pavilion on Yingxian Mountain. The pavilion is very large and can accommodate thousands of people.

Many cultivators are here either trading items, engaging in lively discussions, searching for fools, or waiting for others.

As soon as Wang Quan stepped into the pavilion, a group of people surrounded him: "Brother, want to team up for an adventure? We just found a treasure map, which is said to lead to the cave of a Golden Core Ancestor."

"Senior brother, my wife is fair-skinned and beautiful, but unfortunately I am in a state of despair and there is no one to inherit our vast family business. Please grant my wife's wish to have a child, and I will offer five million coins as a reward."

"Brother, we've found a wounded, wild Foundation Establishment cultivator. Let's join forces and kill him. We'll split the inheritance 50/50."

Wang Quan remained silent.

This kind of person is similar to the conman from a past life, using very simple methods to screen targets.

They don't scam savvy people; they specifically target fools.

Soon, seeing that Wang Quan remained silent, the crowd grew bored and moved on to find their next target.

Not long after, a cloud drifted in from the sky.

The clouds were seven-colored. When the clouds landed, two Taoist nuns jumped down.

The young female Taoist nun snapped her fingers, and the clouds, trailing long plumes of smoke, soared into the sky and disappeared among the many clouds.

Wang Quan used the token to confirm the identities of the two people.

The two nuns smiled and said, "Flower-scattering Taoist!"

Wang Quan nodded: "The Dreamy Taoist Nun, the Master of Ceremonies Taoist Nun!"

"Just the three of us?"

The emcee, a Taoist nun, chuckled, "That's right, just the three of us!"

"We'll find some temporary workers when we officially start work; that way, if something goes wrong, we can make them take the blame."

Wang Quan nodded: "Excellent!"

After a while, the three of them went down the mountain together and walked into the mountains.

"Scattering Flower Taoist, how many spells have you learned to suppress anomalies?"

It is unusual, resembling ghosts or extraterrestrial demons, formless and shapeless, existing between reality and illusion.

Wang Quan smiled and said, "I've learned more than thirty kinds."

In fact, he has mastered more than thirty kinds of the four major categories.

The emcee, a Taoist nun, was quite surprised: "You seem to be very clever!"

"To be able to learn more than thirty spells in an afternoon and an evening is quite remarkable."

"In a moment, you will observe the terrain and find a suitable burial site."

"Let me see what you've got!"

"If you become more skilled, I'll give you more money this time."

Wang Quan nodded: "No problem."

The three entered the mountain.

Not long after we left, we saw several clouds following us in the sky.

Wang Quan looked up and saw someone secretly parting the clouds and peeking out to observe.

Some people were even holding mirrors or similar objects and shining them in the light.

Even more outrageous, a dark cloud rolled in, and from the bottom of the cloud emerged a huge bull's head, its big, round eyes darting around.

He touched the box: "These guys want to rob us?"

The Taoist nun chuckled lightly: "Probably a newbie who's just getting greenhorns."

"If they are elderly, they will recognize me and the emcee, and they won't dare to cause trouble."

"Wait a minute, watch what I've got!"

The next second, she reached around her waist with her small hand, and dozens of belts came off, then rose into the air and transformed into beautiful snakes over ten feet tall.

These beautiful serpents sprouted six arms from their ribs, making a total of eight with the arms on their shoulders: they wielded double knives, double swords, bows and arrows, short spears, and shields, exuding a murderous aura as they charged into the clouds.

A moment later, sounds of fighting came from within the clouds.

A cloud swayed and fled into the distance, leaving behind handfuls of green cicadas.

Another cloud dissipated, and three corpses fell down.

Before the corpse could hit the ground, the dreamlike Taoist nun patted her slender waist, and another belt flew out, wrapping around the corpse and instantly shrinking it to the size of a candy before it fell into her sachet.

The female officiant took the money pouch and began chanting scriptures.

The fallen coins sprouted wings and swarmed into the coin pouch.

A mournful cry echoed from the last dark cloud, as demonic blood spilled: "Little lady, little beauty, stop fighting! We surrender!"

The next second, sixteen cow legs sprouted from beneath the dark clouds and galloped away.

call out!call out!call out!

A beautiful snake descended from the sky, transforming into a belt that wrapped around the waist of the dreamlike Taoist nun.

Wang Quan looked at the Taoist nun's slender waist and found that it was so small that it could be encircled with one hand, and it did not appear bloated.

The Taoist nun sighed, "The newcomers this time are too weak."

"Only a few newcomers from the demon race have some skill; they have the potential to become notorious bandits in the future."

"The rest... are not worth mentioning."

The master of ceremonies, a Daoist nun, chuckled: "As more and more people practice the new methods, their strength naturally declines."

"Let's go, let's continue."

The three set off.

The king observed the mountain roads, the direction of the mountains and rivers, and even the range of forest growth.

Seeing that he was watching intently, the nun who was in charge of the ceremony put her little finger in her mouth and whistled.

The next second, auspicious seven-colored clouds descended from the sky: "Let's go up there and take a look."