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

Unexpected royal power.

How could an evil being say such things to me?

interesting!

At this moment, the fat man retreated evilly: "I won't stop you, but I won't help you either!"

"As for whether you can reform this cafeteria, and whether you can reform me, that depends on your own abilities."

"You are the mastermind behind clearing the general's tomb, so we are on the highest alert against you."

The fat man entered the kitchen, then appeared at a window, grinning maliciously: "Guest, would you like monkey brains?"

call out!

Wang Quan ignored the fat man and instead wandered around a bowl crawling all over the ground.

He began to speak, and then, with a series of rapid, audible sounds, he began reciting the scriptures again.

The next second, the fat man behind the shop window suddenly grabbed a kitchen knife and threw it fiercely at Wang Quan.

boom!

The cleaver spun like a wheel, dragging thick black smoke as it swept in.

The cultivator beside him formed hand seals, exhaled a mouthful of magic power, which transformed into a giant black tortoise to block the kitchen knife.

boom!

The cleaver rolled back up.

A crack appeared on the shell of the black tortoise.

The cultivator's expression changed slightly: "That attack from the evil being was equivalent to a casual strike from the second form of the Great Tomb General."

"Brother Dao, this is a bit tricky!"

"Get ready to run!"

Wang Quan nodded.

At this moment, the many tables, chairs, bowls, plates, and delicacies that had fled all raised their arms and shouted, "Kill him!"

"Eat him!"

"Awoo!"

"Rush!"

A steamed bun bounced on the table, finally jumping onto the end of a fried dough stick. Using the wicked elasticity of the fried dough stick, it made a shrill whistling sound, like a cannonball hitting the table.

A roast goose grabbed a large flatbread and threw it forcefully; the flatbread spun around, as if being chopped by a blade.

A large fish carrying a fish platter and chopsticks swam across the land, sweeping in.

"Defend!"

The local cultivators formed hand seals and manipulated the Xuan Turtle to swallow the two people.

The next second, a multitude of delicacies crashed into the black tortoise.

"Walk!"

The cultivator's expression changed drastically.

These wicked delicacies and utensils are too ferocious: their combined attack is just as terrifying as the full-force attack of the second-stage Tomb General yesterday.

Even more terrifying, he had just seen that only a portion of the evil delicacies and tableware had been used.

The rest of the tables, chairs, and benches haven't been sold yet.

"I can't stop them!"

"Brother Dao, are you... running away?"

The cultivator in his true form retreated, turned around, and urged Wang Quan on.

As a result, as soon as I turned around, I found that there was no one behind me.

Space changes, at the cafeteria entrance:

Wang Quan had already withdrawn when the many steamed buns and dumplings jumped up to attack.

As he withdrew, he also contacted his main body, preparing to force the Yin spirit to return and avoid danger.

Fortunately, he easily left the cafeteria and was not trapped.

The next second, the space around him distorted, and the cultivator in his true form appeared, drenched in sweat.

Wang Quan: "Brother Daoist, what's the situation inside?"

The cultivator in his true form shook his head: "Too dangerous!"

"You'll need at least twenty or thirty powerful beings capable of descending to your physical form to protect you before you can safely cleanse the evil."

"Otherwise... next time you go in, those guys will target you again!"

Wang Quan initially frowned, but upon seeing the cafeteria door, he suddenly laughed and said, "Purifying evil doesn't necessarily require going inside!"

As he spoke, he pointed out the structure of the cafeteria, including the windows, walls, and even the eaves and pillars.

On these doors, windows, and pillars, there are either ghostly faces with blue faces and fangs, or ferocious and strange monsters, or strange human structures.

They secretly watched the king, and when they discovered that the king was pointing at them, they immediately covered their eyes and pretended that they knew nothing.

At this moment, Wang Quan spoke up: "I will clean each door and window, and clean every pillar in the hall."

"Then—carve the Taoist scriptures and suppress them."

"If the cafeteria won't let me clean it from the inside, then I'll destroy it from the outside!"

"Is it alright?"

The cultivator clapped his hands: "Excellent!"

"But... I'm sorry, fellow Daoist, it's tough!"

Wang Quan smiled and said, "I'll use my methods outside, and you'll weaken me from within."

"Working together from both inside and outside, we will strive to get the cafeteria back to normal as soon as possible."

"Therefore, whoever puts in the most effort will reap the greater rewards!"

The cultivator in his true form laughed heartily: "We are willing to follow you and eat your leftovers."

Wang Quan smiled but didn't speak. Instead, he looked at the pillars outside the dining hall.

On the pillar of this hall, a large dragon covered with tentacles is coiled.

As the king looked at it, it tiptoed to the other side of the pillar and then cautiously breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, it heard chanting behind it.

Da Long turned his head, saw Wang Quan, and then screamed. He quickly scrambled up and down the pillar, wishing he could hide immediately.

As a result, no matter which direction it climbed, it could hear the sound of the "Spirit of Ferrying People".

As the guide used cultural symbols as chains to bind him little by little to the pillar, the deformed dragon clung to its claws and wept, "Aba... Aba... Aba..."

Wang Quan: "Sorry, I don't understand!"

A deformed giant dragon.....

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While Wang Quan was cleaning the ghost faces and distorted reliefs on the pillars of the hall, the cultivator in his true form went to the dining hall alone.

He entered the cafeteria, and everything was the same as before: all sorts of twisted delicacies were laid out on the table, but they didn't move.

The chefs rolled up their sleeves, baring their arms, and looked menacing as they prepared to serve the new guests.

The monks only had to deal with the cook.

And these chefs, at their strongest, are only about as evil as a captain in a general's tomb.

Several cultivators working together could easily clear it out.

"However, the dining hall that Brother Durenjing and I went into was obviously much better."

"It seems that the twisted architecture of this base has its eye on him."

"Was it because he destroyed the general's tomb? Or because he possessed the 'Scripture of Salvation'?"

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A cultivator whose true form descends, after obtaining the king's consent, leads a group of top-tier Yin Gods to carve Daoist scriptures on doors and hall pillars.

They started carving from the first volume.

The person in front was carving, while the person behind was constantly spewing out breaths of magical power to merge into the Taoist scriptures.

After carrying tens of thousands of magical powers, a scroll of Taoist scripture began to radiate a bright light.

This light can only illuminate a small area around the text.

In other areas, blackness continuously erodes the Daoist scriptures, attempting to extinguish their light.

As a result, another top-tier Yin God carved the second volume, and other Yin Gods continued to unleash their magical power to bless the second volume of the Daoist scripture.

As more and more Taoist scriptures were carved and more and more magical power was added, the first door was almost completely enveloped in light.

Then, strange noises kept coming from inside the cafeteria, pounding against the doors.

With each impact, the scriptures on the door dimmed a little.

However, other Yin spirits soon came and unleashed their magical power to strengthen and stabilize the Daoist scripture.

Royal power no longer cares about these things.

He banished the evil from the pillars, doors, and windows.

Late at night, his spirit returned.

With the return of the Yin spirit, his Yin virtue increased by 50 points; at the same time, the Yin spirit became more refined, equivalent to the harvest he gained from gathering purple energy for more than ten days.

"The evil in the cafeteria is powerful; cleaning it up is troublesome, but the profits are good."

He adjusted his state, put away the Yin Spirit materials, released the thirteen lungs, and, together with the white jade plate and the moon phase, began the Moon Refining Technique.

"While the spirits and virtues of the underworld are good, magical power remains fundamental."

"I have to cultivate two, or even more, magical powers every day."

"After dawn, I'll contact some kidney experts and try out the [Yang Qi Furnace] spell."