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

Ma Qingqiu took a deep breath and began to recount his first encounter with Wang Quan, then how Wang Quan quickly established his foundation, and finally mentioned the evaluations of Wang Quan by Niu Dali and others.

Finally, he sighed and lamented, "Royal power is terrifying."

"Even when he was at the Qi Refining Realm, he could withstand the magic weapons of my Tai Su Sect."

"Although the power of that magic weapon has not been activated, and although the magic weapon has not been fully crafted."

"However, the power it exudes is exceptionally terrifying."

"When I first encountered it, I was stunned and frozen in place."

"But the monarchy acts with complete freedom."

The female cultivator Mei'er's eyes lit up: "This man is amazing; I wonder if it's his bloodline that's so powerful, or if he's become so powerful through his own efforts."

Ma Qingqiu sighed, "When venturing into the second layer of the world, most people simply clear away the evil in the ruins, never even considering rebuilding the corresponding structures in the real world!"

"But the monarchy did it."

"The reason I was able to obtain the second level of authority was simply because after hearing about this, I had a sudden inspiration and followed his example."

The female cultivator, Mei'er, gently tugged at his arm and shook it: "Then, how was he able to obtain the third level of authority?"

Ma Qingqiu looked blankly at him: "I don't know either!"

Mei'er said sweetly, "You can ask him!"

"You two seem to have a good relationship!"

Ma Qingqiu sighed, "I was only a little irrational in my study of Taoist scriptures, but I was quite rational in other aspects!"

"This is a secret that the royal power will never tell us!"

The female nun Mei'er........

They wanted to know why the king had gained control of the third authority, and Ruo Jinghong and the others also wanted to know.

Everyone just tacitly refrained from asking.

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one day.....

Three days...

Five days.....

In Stone City, there were 100,000 more orthodox Foundation Establishment cultivators; and more than 200,000 more spirits skilled in farming.

The reason so many spirits were brought over was because the master of ceremonies and the Dreamy Taoist nun told Wang Quan about a spirit called Leek.

These spirits have no fighting power, but as long as they stand on the ground, they can grow without limit.

It is most suitable as food for spirits such as cattle and horses.

Cattle and horses, after eating leeks, can produce flesh and blood to nourish other spirits and maintain their livelihood.

Therefore, after recruiting a large number of leek spirits, although the newly cultivated fertile land was not much, the feeding plan was completed in excess through the internal circulation of spirits.

With so many spirits joining in, the daily production of manure alone can enrich the fields and increase grain yield.

In just five days, the Taoist palace built by Ma Qingqiu and his entourage rose from the ground, resplendent in gold and jade.

The altars, manors, and residences of Wang Quan and others were also completed.

The nun Mei'er personally invited Wang Quan to attend the Daoist Scripture Ceremony.

As a result, Ruo Jinghong said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Wang Quan is going to lead us all in a sacrificial ceremony!"

"This sacrificial ceremony is of a very high standard, even higher than your Taoist rituals."

The nun Mei'er chuckled: "Our standards aren't high, but we're very important."

"How can one make progress without studying the Taoist scriptures?"

"If you don't study the Taoist scriptures, you will be surpassed by your fellow cultivators."

"Without studying the Daoist scriptures, how can one attempt to break through to the third rank of Daoist scripture? How can one improve their authority in the second level of the inner realm?"

"You think you're so superior, but that will only harm you!"

Ruo Jinghong chuckled lightly, "We also study Taoist scriptures, so you don't need to worry about it!"

The female cultivator, Mei'er, rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "In that case, let me ask Fellow Daoist Wang Quan if we can participate in the sacrificial ceremony?"

Ruo Jinghong hesitated.

At this moment, on the five-colored altar at the northernmost point, Wang Quan and many other cultivators were refining sandalwood.

When he heard the female cultivator Mei'er's request, he nodded in agreement without hesitation: "Of course."

"Bring the people and sandalwood over later to participate in the sacrificial ceremony together."

"By the way, the more sandalwood you prepare, the better!"

The female cultivator Mei'er's heart stirred: "Then, should we involve all the spirits and orthodox cultivators as well?"

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Quan said, "This sacrificial ceremony is of a very high standard."

"Those with weak cultivation will collapse after a short time; that will affect the subsequent work."

Mei Nu Xiu laughed: "If the sacrificial ceremony is so important, then... let alone exhaustion, even if the weak die, it's a worthy death!"

Wang Quan laughed: "I'm not worried about dying, but I'm afraid it will delay the follow-up work."

Mei'er smiled: "Then let them all participate!"

Wang Quan thought for a moment and said, "Okay!"

"Just make sure you have enough sandalwood then."

Soon, a large number of orthodox Foundation Establishment cultivators and all the working spirits appeared outside the manor altar.

Orthodox monks refined bundles of sandalwood; these sandalwood bundles grew legs and carried bundles of brothers and sisters, distributing them to various spirits and monsters.

The spirits, clutching the sandalwood incense, rejoiced, "Finally, we don't have to work anymore!"

"Haha, let's take a good rest while we're offering incense!"

"I really hope we can burn incense every day from now on, so we can rest every day."

A scorpion demon shook its head and wagged its tail: "Fool, can't you be a little more sensible? Why don't you just keep burning incense?"

The spirits' eyes lit up: "Great! If we keep burning incense, we won't have to do any work!"

A quarter of an hour...

Half an hour...

One hour...

Many spirits carried bundles of incense, while many orthodox cultivators guarded a large box of sandalwood.

Ma Qingqiu, Jinghong, and others also carried sandalwood sticks that were three to five meters tall and more than one meter thick.

At this moment, Wang Quan stood on the five-colored altar, calculating the time with his fingers.

When the time was almost up, he shook the command flag and chanted Taoist incantations.

Jinghong and the others began to recite together.

After the poem ended, Wang Quan dropped his command flag: "The wind is coming!"

In the corner, the master of ceremonies and the dreamlike Taoist nun lit a bronze cannon.

boom!

A cannon shot rang out, and a gust of wind swept through the sandalwood incense.

Pfft!

All the sandalwood began to burn.

At this moment, Wang Quan led everyone in reciting the second section of the Qingci in Taoist language.

Bilibili!

Girgh!

As the poem ended, the royal power lost its luster once again:

"Ray is coming!"

boom!

The master of ceremonies and the Taoist nun, who had just cleaned the cannon barrel and filled it with gunpowder and shells, lit the fuse with their faces covered in soot.

A cannon boomed, and thunder rumbled in the sky: it seemed to emerge from an inverted sea of ​​heaven, or perhaps from the depths of the earth.

Streaks of lightning descended from the sky, instantly splitting into tens of thousands of tiny streaks.

The lightning and fire burned on the sandalwood incense, penetrating into the bodies of many cultivators and spirits.

The sandalwood incense in the spirits' hands burned out instantly, their eyes rolled back, their bodies convulsed, and they collapsed to the ground.

The orthodox cultivators' expressions changed slightly, and the sandalwood incense in their hands suddenly burned down to one-third of its original volume.

At this moment, the content of the third section of the poem resonated throughout the world.

The master of ceremonies and Meng Huan worked diligently to clean the cannon barrel and fill it with gunpowder and shells.

Finally, before the chanting ended, the two lit the fuse, then took a torch in one hand and covered their ears with the other, waiting for the fireworks to go off.

"Snow is coming!"

The king's voice echoed.

The two women exchanged a glance, lit the fuse, threw away the torch, covered their ears with their hands, and waited for the cannon to fire.