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

Splash! Splash! Splash!

The sound of tides came from the moon.

Then, a brilliant light descended from the sky.

This radiant light descended and flowed throughout City 95, specifically targeting magical artifacts, ghosts and spirits, and strange rituals.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

For a time, the entire city was filled with booming sounds.

The courtyard was blown up, the alley was destroyed, and even the entire street was wiped out by the endless flashes of light from the blades.

When Wang Quan saw this scene in the mansion, he was dumbfounded.

That huge bronze ship, with just a flick of its oars, caused a third of a city to vanish.

However, the remaining power, reflected by the moon, swept across the entire city.

The earth cracked open, the sky burned, and inexplicable explosions, screams, and painful curses echoed from many places.

He even saw a patch of sky suddenly explode, and then a huge ghost carrying a bamboo basket ran around, cursing and swearing, covered in blood and in a sorry state.

"Damn it, couldn't the humans have communicated beforehand before unleashing their [Sky-Patrolling Treasure]?"

"Now look what's happened! The magic weapon is damaged, and the main body is damaged. It won't be able to repair itself in less than a hundred or two hundred years!"

"Terrible! Terrible! Terrible!"

The ghosts and spirits wailed in agony.

Wang Quan took a deep breath and looked at Ruo Jinghong and the others behind him: "Everyone, forget about what happened today."

"You are not allowed to mention anything that happened tonight; and you must not tell anyone else that I have the means to deal with the Minotaur."

Ruo Jinghong and the others blinked: "Why?"

Wang Quan chuckled awkwardly, "The main reason is that I'm afraid the ghosts and spirits will misunderstand!"

Ruo Jinghong and the others looked at the cursing ghosts and gods in the distance and suddenly realized what was going on.

"Don't worry, we absolutely won't tell," Mei Niang assured, patting her chest.

The king was pleased.

But the next second, his smile froze.

Because, as Wu Zetian continued, "A third of the city's inhabitants have perished; only we remain alive!"

"The spirits, buildings, and streets in other places have been attacked and severely damaged."

"But it's peaceful here!"

"Do you think those ghosts and spirits might have actually known all along that the attack was summoned by you?"

Royal power...

call!call!call!

At this moment, a hurricane swept through, and the ruins, corpses, and other debris in the mansion were thrown haphazardly into the air.

Many of the surviving ghosts clung to each other, howling and begging for help.

Wang Quan was delighted: "Look, we've suffered a blow too."

"That way we can deny everything and claim ignorance when questioned; what can those natives do to me if they can't find any fault with me?"

Ruo Jinghong coughed: "Um... Fellow Daoist, I know your home was destroyed and you suffered a mental shock, so you're talking nonsense."

"I suggest you get some rest!"

Wang Quan looked at Ruo Jinghong and saw her rolling her eyes repeatedly.

He looked at the cultivators, including Mei Niang, Ma Qingqiu, and Niu Dali, who all rolled their eyes.

Glug!

He swallowed and looked up.

Then he saw huge, ghostly faces, some bleeding from all seven orifices, some with tears streaming down their faces, and some drooling.

Royal power...

Many ghosts and spirits...

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Click! Click! Click!

Ruo Jinghong and the others remained silent and quietly built a tall building.

A hundred-meter-tall building rose from the ground in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Numerous disheveled ghosts and spirits sat around the tall building.

Wang Quan took a deep breath and slowly climbed to the rooftop.

Then, he looked around and said loudly, "Everyone, the attack just now was an attack from the [Sky Patrol Treasure] that I summoned once a month."

"That [Sky-Patrolling Treasure] has a maximum attack range of the entire city."

"But I am kind-hearted, and I only asked it to attack a third of the city; the expanded attack just now was merely its aftermath."

A ghost sneered, removed a mouthful of teeth, cut them into triangular shapes with a steel knife, and then pressed them into the mouth.

Ghosts and spirits silently took out pots and pans, silently lit the stove fire, and silently rubbed the kitchen knife.

Some ghosts are straightforward and will pull out the stomach, open it, and aim it at the monarchy.

Many ghosts and spirits remained silent.

However, the terrifying power they exuded was enough to annihilate any ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The reason why Ruo Jinghong and others are still alive is because they possess Dao seals and are powerful.

At this moment, they hid to the side, trembling silently, waiting for the king to die.

Cough!

Wang Quan coughed and said loudly, "Everyone, after I obtained the authority to use the [Sky Patrol Treasure], I also obtained the authority to launch an annual attack on the [Drowning Dao Court]."

"Unfortunately, I haven't used this privilege yet!"

Upon hearing this, the ghosts and spirits twitched at the corners of their mouths and felt their minds buzzing.

The aftershocks of the [Sky-Patrolling Treasure] almost killed them.

If the opponent were to summon the [Drowning Dao Court] to strike, the entire 95th ring of the Imperial Tomb City would probably be reduced to ashes.

What the hell? Has the idiot in the Drowning Channel gone mad? How could he give such a powerful treasure to a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator?

Aren't you afraid something might happen?

Grass!

Now that things have gone wrong, it seems like drowning sluices are really not a problem!

The many ghosts and spirits had mixed feelings, then burst into laughter: "It's a misunderstanding!"

"It's all a misunderstanding!"

Some ghosts and spirits polished the triangular teeth into circles and put them in the mouth; some ghosts and spirits put the stomach back; some ghosts and spirits silently smashed the pots and pans.

"Human heroes, the [Drowning Dao Court] is something to be kept as a trump card in the future. There's no need to use it to scare ghosts."

Wang Quan smiled and said, "Gentlemen, how did I become a hero?"

A ghost smiled and said, "Today, you helped this city eliminate the Beggar Army, so you naturally become a hero."

Wang Quan blinked: "I saw them burning, killing, looting and plundering in the city, committing all sorts of evil deeds, their crimes are heinous."

"As a result, the city lord ignored it, and no army paid any attention; I thought they were righteous, righteous, and great."

"I attacked them, thinking you'd treat me like a sinner!"

The ghosts and spirits laughed loudly: "Hero, don't think such things."

What you see is only the surface.

"This Beggar Army is actually a lackey of the traitor Ksitigarbha God King; they have learned Ksitigarbha God King's hypocrisy and cunning. Not to mention us ghosts and gods, even the city lord may not be able to recognize them."

"You are a hero if you can recognize it and strike back in time."

Wang Quan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good!"

"Since I am a hero, everyone... shouldn't we give a hero some reward? We can't let a hero suffer, toil, and go hungry!"

The many ghosts and spirits exchanged glances, and one of them lowered his voice and said, "We don't actually care about things in the city."

"If we hadn't been struck by the aftershocks of the [Sky Patrol Treasure], which fueled our anger, we would never have had any dealings with you in this lifetime."

"So, if you want any benefits, go find the city lord!"

"We get nothing out of it!"

Wang Quan blinked, taken aback.

He read the Taoist scriptures and learned that the ghosts and gods in the underworld guard the city of the underworld.

But reality told him he was wrong?

At that moment, a spirit handed him a token: "Little hero, take this token; from now on, we're friends!"

"If you need anything in the future, feel free to call me. I'll definitely help you when I have time."

"Of course, I'll call you if I need anything; if you're busy, you can send a [Celestial Patrol Treasure] to help!"

Other spirits and deities also offered tokens of their help, all saying the same thing: "We must help each other!"

"Heroes cherish even the spirits!"

"Let's be best friends for life!"