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

Time flies again:

Wang Quan maintained a pace of three to four volumes per day, steadily increasing the number of Taoist scriptures.

However, fewer and fewer people are studying Taoist scriptures at the same time, and now there are only a dozen or so left.

However, Wu Yong persisted.

A dozen or so of them went to the cafeteria at the crack of dawn today.

Because they had never completed any tasks in the lower house, they only had level zero authority, so the only free meals they received were red flatbread and free vegetable soup.

The pancakes are unusual; they're the size of a palm and enough to keep you full all day.

It just didn't taste good and was hard to swallow.

More than ten people studied from morning until late at night, and then went back to their dormitory together.

Occasionally, someone would be busy for a day or two with other things, but they would quickly catch up with the schedule.

Because of their low privileges, Wang Quan and others' dormitory was a blank coffin.

Aside from being cramped and uncomfortable, it has no drawbacks; in fact, it has many advantages:

It calms the mind, promotes sleep, restores energy, and nourishes the body.

That aloof Taoist nun even said: "The houses allocated after obtaining ordinary privileges are not as nice as this blank coffin, except for their appearance."

Wang Quan and the others didn't know whether what she said was true or false, because they didn't have the authority to do so, and could only believe it for now.

After he lay down in the coffin, the coffin lid closed by itself, and he fell asleep within a minute.

Just two hours later, the pre-set mechanism opened, and Wang Quan naturally woke up.

Although he slept for a short time, he was in high spirits thanks to the coffin.

February....

March....

April....

That morning, the coffin lid was opened, and Wang Quan got up and ate cakes with the others.

In the cafeteria, a girl named Zhao Hongyi spoke up: "Starting today, I will no longer study Taoist scriptures; I will begin practicing magic."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions varied.

For the past six months, everyone had gotten used to studying Taoist scriptures together, so when someone suddenly stopped going, they were a little flustered.

A girl named Qian Xiuyue asked anxiously, "Red Robe, didn't we agree to raise the Daoist scriptures to six thousand volumes together before starting to practice the techniques?"

Zhao Hongyi smiled wryly: "Those of us from the same period have all started cultivating, doing tasks, and improving their authority."

"They now wear Taoist robes, live in single rooms, and eat delicacies from land and sea."

"They would also go to gatherings at other estates every now and then."

"They plucked moonlight and transformed it into beautiful women who danced gracefully; they pointed at wine jars and transformed them into pot-bellied men who patted their bellies and sang loudly."

"Someone casually waved their hand, and clouds descended; lying on them was so soft, it was truly a cloud bed!"

"Someone planted a fruit seed, and in no time it grew into a big tree, blossomed and bore fruit, which tasted sweet."

"Someone wielded a brush and splashed ink, depicting dozens of soldiers locked in fierce combat!"

"Many seekers of immortality serve as their servants, gathering resources for them and supporting their cultivation."

"I want to be like that too."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Wang Quan broke open the red cake, soaked it in vegetable soup to soften it, and swallowed it bite by bite.

"Everyone, I'm going to read the scriptures now."

He stood up, and Wu Yong, who was standing next to him, also stood up: "Red Robe, let's continue to communicate through tokens from now on."

The identity token includes a map of the House of Commons and allows users to leave messages for each other; it has many functions.

After spending a long time together, they exchanged tokens and contact marks, forming a chat group similar to a past life, where they could leave messages for each other without fear of losing contact.

"good!"

That day, Wang Quan noticed that Wu Yong was distracted, as were Qian Xiuyue and the others.

"Everyone, perhaps the woman in red has already completed her planned scheme, which is why she went to practice magic."

"Besides congratulating her, we are also making the most of our time to study the Taoist scriptures and complete our planned tasks as soon as possible."

"After all, the more Taoist scriptures one has mastered, the further one can go on the path of cultivation in the future."

Qian Xiuyue muttered softly, "But I've seen many people who practice the techniques still study Taoist scriptures."

"Can't we do the same?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "When we first arrived, that aloof instructor said: The higher the version of the cultivation method we practice for the first time, the better it will be for us."

Qian Xiuyue remained silent, engrossed in studying the Taoist scriptures.

The black bird flies and the rabbit runs:

Zhao Hongxiu moved out of the coffin dormitory area.

She left a message for everyone that night, saying that her progress in cultivating her magic was incredibly fast, that she was learning spells quickly, and that her authority had been upgraded.

A few days later, Zhao Hongyi began to say that she had joined a small group, and with the help of the group, she had opened a manor in the mountains and invited everyone to come and play.

Wang Quan did not go.

Wu Yong didn't go either.

Instead, Qian Xiuyue took the others on a trip, and when they returned, everyone remained silent.

May.....

June....

July.....

At first, Zhao Hongyi would share her cultivation techniques and adventurous life every now and then, but later she would only talk about how many handsome men and beautiful women had come to her, only wanting to become her servants.

She has now switched to an eight-step bed, which is very big, soft, and fun.

Later, at some point, she left the group chat.

Later, fewer and fewer people joined the group.

In September, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and wind and rain swept through the land.

Inside the canteen, Wang Quan, Qian Xiuyue, and Wu Yong silently broke open the flatbread and put it into the kimchi soup.

After finishing her meal, Qian Xiuyue suddenly spoke up: "I won't be able to finish the six thousand volumes of Taoist scriptures I've been promised."

"I'm going to start practicing magic too."

Wu Yong remained silent.

Wang Quan frowned: "You've persisted for nine months already, keep going..."

Qian Xiuyue shook her head, interrupting him: "I can't hold on any longer!"

"In nine months, I learned a thousand volumes of Taoist scriptures."

"But it took me three whole days to learn the last volume of the Taoist scripture."

"I've been studying this new volume of Taoist scriptures for ten days, and I still haven't mastered it!"

"The woman in red said that after she started practicing magic, she collected some spiritual herbs to temporarily increase her wisdom and comprehension."

"Now I have learned six thousand volumes of Taoist scriptures and reinterpreted the fundamental principles; and it has had no impact whatsoever."

"I don't want to pursue the highest level of the first fundamental law."

"Moreover, I now possess more than four thousand volumes of Taoist scriptures, and my first version of the fundamental law is superior to that of the woman in red."

"That's enough!"

The king remained silent.

Qian Xiuyue left; before leaving, she withdrew from the contact group.

At this point, only Wang Quan and Wu Yong remained in the contact group.

The two men exchanged a glance, and Wu Yong gave a simple, honest smile: "Are you still going to insist?"

Wang Quan smiled: "Keep going!"

He has now progressed through 9,900 volumes of Daoist scriptures. Although he can only master one volume every two or three days, he is not far from reaching 10,000 volumes.

A thought struck Wu Yong: "If Wang Quan can persevere, so can I!"

"The teachings and the records in the Taoist scriptures all mention that the higher the version of the fundamental teachings one practices for the first time, the greater the benefits."

"I don't seek a perfect version with ten thousand volumes, but I must at least have a version with seven thousand volumes of Taoist scriptures, so that Wang Quan can't catch up with me."

Thinking of this, he laughed and said, "Let's go, to the Scripture Pavilion!"

October....

November....

December.....

On this day, snow fell from the sky, the snowflakes as fine as goose feathers.

Strange streaks of light soared through the air, a sight that inspired envy.

Zhao Hongyi, whom we haven't seen for a long time, arrived riding a red-crowned crane, wearing a gray Taoist robe with a belt around her waist, her chest bulging, and her long hair tied up high.

Holding a whisk, she exuded an ethereal aura and invited Wang Quan and Wu Yong to a banquet:

"In a few days, it will have been a year since we came here."

"I'm planning to invite everyone to a small get-together."

"Servants gather water crystals and moonlight to brew fine wine for us; beautiful young women and handsome young men sing and dance."

"I went to the mountains and forests to pick exotic flowers and herbs to decorate the place."

"I also went to the herb garden to buy some medicinal herbs to cook delicious dishes."

"Now we're waiting for the two of you to reunite."

Wu Yong blushed, hesitated for a moment, and finally agreed.

Wang Quan declined, saying, "I'm at a crucial point in my study of the scriptures and don't want to be distracted."

Zhao Hongyi wasn't annoyed, but smiled and said, "Alright!"

"In a few days, I will have He'er come to pick up Wu Yong."

"Goodbye!"

Zhao Hongyi rode away on a crane. Wu Yong gazed into the distance for a long time, muttering, "A beautiful woman came riding a crane, and then rode away on a crane."

"This is the kind of cultivation I've always imagined!"

"Feed...Wang Quan...Wait for me!"