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

Whoops!

Wang Quan surged past amidst a group of descendants of ghosts and gods.

Soon, he saw a corpse.

The corpse resembled a human, except it had an extra white bone tail.

Wang Quan looked him up and down, not recognizing him: "Gentlemen, are you sure this is the Tenth Steward?"

"We are so weak, our homes are not as big as his, and we don't have as many men as he does."

"But we all survived the rebel attacks!"

"His house was bigger than ours, he had more followers, and he was stronger than us; how could they have died?"

Everyone seemed to be deep in thought.

Wang Quan laughed and said, "Is there any brother who can verify his flesh and blood, verify his lineage, and thus determine whether he is the tenth steward?"

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

A moment later, a master took a sip of blood: "The bloodline is definitely his."

"I once secretly drank the blood of his descendants, and they all tasted the same—stinky and foul!"

One of the descendants of the gods took a bite of the meat, smacked his lips a few times, and said, "The meat itself is fine, but it's sour and rotten!"

A descendant of a ghost or god broke open the skull, dug out the remaining fragments of the soul, burned them, and sensed the information within.

Other descendants of ghosts and gods used various methods to investigate their identities.

Ultimately, everyone agreed: "This is the tenth butler."

"I never imagined that the tenth steward who harmed us would die like this."

"How... hateful."

A descendant of a ghost or god laughed and said, "We can eat his flesh and drink his blood; that would be our revenge."

Many descendants of ghosts and gods nodded in agreement: "That's right."

Wang Quan coughed: "Gentlemen, the Tenth Steward is not the mastermind!"

"The real mastermind is someone else!"

"Huh?" A group of descendants of ghosts and gods were stunned.

Wang Quan smiled and said calmly, "Everyone, the tenth steward is just a steward."

"He doesn't have the guts to let the rebels in!"

"There must be someone behind him instigating this!"

Upon hearing this, many descendants of ghosts and gods fell silent.

Everyone wasn't stupid; they naturally knew that the tenth steward wasn't the mastermind. They even guessed that the mastermind was the owner of this mansion.

However, subconsciously, no one wanted to go against the biggest owner of the mansion.

That's why I pretended to be stupid.

But now, the secrets of royal power are being revealed.

Many ghosts and spirits remained silent.

Wang Quan's lips curled up: "Gentlemen, the owner of this mansion has lived for a very long time, is now old and decrepit, and his mind is corrupt; it is time for him to step down."

"We are young, like the rising sun."

"It's time for us to take over!"

"If we lead the mansion, how could those rebels possibly break in and humiliate us?"

Many descendants of ghosts and gods seemed to be deep in thought.

Wang Quan continued to incite: "Gentlemen, what are these rebels? A bunch of rabble, just thugs and hooligans."

"Without the cooperation of those old folks, they couldn't even open the gate to the mansion!"

"Everyone, we are also descendants of spirits and gods."

"We should also live in luxurious houses with large courtyards!"

"But because we are young and have no powerful backers, we end up living in a dilapidated and cramped little place."

"That's not fair."

Many descendants of ghosts and gods also know that this is unfair.

However, they dared not resist.

Wang Quan sighed inwardly, "Don't these guys have any rebellious streak?"

"Looks like we need to find an opportunity to secretly install traitorous bones in the back of their heads."

Just then, dozens of servants rushed over from a distance.

These servants had small flags stuck in their backs, with their masters' names, their own positions, and their numerical designations written on them.

They were dressed in brocade robes, possessing an extraordinary air, even more noble and imposing than the descendants of ghosts and gods.

Holding up their name cards, they arrogantly shouted at the crowd, "Kneel down!"

"Kneel down, all of you!"

"The gentlemen of the mansions are about to give a speech!"

The Master of the Pavilion?

Upon hearing this, many descendants of ghosts and gods felt their legs go weak and were about to kneel down.

Snapped!

Wang Quan strode forward and slapped them across the face several times: "Why are you kneeling?"

"What 'pavilion masters'? They're just a group of lucky people who moved into apartments early."

"What right do they have to make us kneel!"

The faces of the many ghosts and spirits burned with shame: "Indeed, our status and position are no less than theirs!"

"Some of them don't even have the blood of demons or gods; why should they all be considered superior?"

At this moment, the servants, seeing that they did not kneel, became furious and their faces turned ugly.

A servant, his face contorted in rage, pointed at the crowd and said, "You lowly wretch, why don't you kneel before us?"

Many descendants of ghosts and gods dared not speak out against their anger.

Wang Quan sneered, "You, a mere servant, dare to expect us to kneel? You truly have no regard for your own life!"

The servant retorted angrily, "I represent my master!"

"You're kneeling not to me, but to my master!"

The many ghosts and spirits hesitated again, but Wang Quan's eyes darted around: "Speak quickly, what do you want with us?"

One of the servants took a deep breath and sneered, "My master has issued a decree; you all kneel and listen!"

As they spoke, the servant activated the name card.

In the next instant, a name card burst into flames, transforming into a phantom image of a living being.

The phantom of this being looked down upon all living beings: "You lowly creatures, you trample on the garden, disturbing my beautiful scenery; your sins are unforgivable!"

As this being appeared, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky, suppressing all the descendants of ghosts and gods.

A descendant of a ghost or god felt his knees go weak and wanted to kneel down.

Wang Quan helped him up: "Don't kneel; it's just a phantom, what's there to be afraid of?"

The descendant of the ghost choked back tears: "The lord of the attic was enraged, and I couldn't help but want to kneel!"

Wang Quan took a deep breath, lifted him up, and then:

Lift your leg, kick!

boom!boom!

With two muffled thuds, the legs of this descendant of the demons exploded.

He screamed, twisted, writhed, and wailed.

Click!

Wang Quan ripped off a piece of his kneecap and stuffed it into the back of his head.

The next moment, this descendant of the demon god trembled all over, his bones cracking and popping: "Why should I kneel down?"

"I am a descendant of demons and gods; my bloodline and status are superior to yours!"

Wang Quan's eyes lit up, and he installed another kneecap on him.

Then, this descendant of the demons howled and casually beckoned, "Bring him here!"

boom!

In the ruins, two roof beams came rushing in, splitting in mid-air and turning into canes that landed under his arms.

This descendant of the demons, leaning on a cane, charged toward the servant with murderous intent, and then swung the cane at him.

boom!

The servant's head exploded, and a mouth sprouted from his headless body. He screamed, "How dare you hit me?"

"That's exactly what I'm going to do!"

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The descendant of the ghosts and gods, leaning on his cane, twirled his cane and kept poking the servant.

They didn't stop until they had riddled the servant with holes.

The other servants gasped: "Such ruthless methods, such arrogant attitude!"

"What gives you the right to be so arrogant?"

The descendant of the demon god, leaning on a cane, grinned maliciously: "Just look at my rebellious nature!"

"Brothers, kill them!"

"If the rebels can seize our homes, then we can seize the courtyards and attics."

"Brothers, charge with me!"