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

"We're out of magic!" Wang Quan replied.

The cultivator, now in his true form, was astonished: "The first-stage external core is ruined?"

Wang Quan smiled and said, "It's not broken!"

"I've been cleansing my Yin spirit and trying to break through to my Yang spirit during this time!"

"So... I used up a lot of mana, so I replenished it with the mana from the first-stage external core."

"But don't worry, once I reach the Yang God realm, I can catch up on the progress I've made!"

The cultivator in his true form quickly shook his head: "No need!"

"Brother Dao, the Yang Spirit is important!"

"Don't be fooled by the Taoist scriptures' claim that the Yang spirit can only demolish houses and rob people; it may sound ordinary, but it is actually quite terrifying."

"The houses here refer to the Purple Mansion within the Purple Mansion Realm; burglary also refers to breaking into the enemy's Purple Mansion to rob them."

"Of course, this is on the premise that the quality of the Yang Spirit is high enough!"

"Ordinary Yang Spirits don't have the ability to enter other people's Purple Mansions!"

"Right now, your most important task is to strive for the Yang God realm. Refine yourself slowly and try to achieve a superior Yang God realm. As for us, it's just a matter of waiting a few more years, and we can afford to wait."

From the perspective of a cultivator who focuses on the body, a cultivator like Wang Quan, who possesses tens of thousands of Daoist scriptures and can decipher the "Scripture of Saving People," must be wealthy, resourceful, and well-connected. Thus, in three to five years at most, he can transform his Yin spirit into a superior Yang spirit.

If the requirements for the Yang God are not that high, it is only necessary to carve three thousand Dao characters and spend a year and a half to condense a lower-grade Yang God.

However, he felt that someone like Wang Quan was definitely like him: he would strive to break through the Yang Shen Jing (a system of internal energy cultivation) with nine thousand or even ten thousand Dao Wen (another system of internal energy cultivation) to complete his transformation and eventually step into the Yang Shen realm.

Without a shortage of resources, it would take at least three to five years, and at most seven to eight years, to break through to nine thousand or ten thousand Daoist Yang Nerves.

He can wait that long.

Other cultivators whose true forms have descended can also wait.

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This transformation of the external elixir was ultimately a result of crowdfunding to cleanse evil.

Normally, it should be used to cleanse evil.

He felt quite embarrassed about misappropriating the carving of the "Yang Nerve".

Now, as soon as the other party speaks, he calms down.

After exchanging pleasantries, the cultivator in his true form spoke up: "Brother Dao, how many Dao inscriptions have you carved?"

Wang Quan: "Two hundred documents!"

The cultivator nodded: "Then you'll have to work harder!"

"Um!"

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The black bird flies and the rabbit runs:

Because carving the Yang Nerve consumes a lot of magical power, Wang Quan adjusted his schedule.

Every night, after cleaning up the evil in two or three canteens in the second layer of the world, he would return to the first world to cultivate two streams of magical power.

Then, the remaining time is used to condense the stored sunlight into Daoist scripture.

Under the night sky, in the moonlight:

Relying on the characteristics of the [First-Rank Daoist Script] and the perfect fundamental law, Wang Quan could restore a hundred streams of magical power by gathering the moonlight that took the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, and then continue to condense Daoist script.

At first, he could condense two to three hundred Dao characters in a day and a night.

In just ten days, he condensed the Yang Nerve of three thousand Dao Scripts. At this moment, he can activate the Yang Nerve and transform the Yin Spirit into the Yang Spirit.

However, such a Yang spirit is the lowest level and inferior.

If one can gather six thousand Dao characters, one can transform into a mid-level Yang God.

Nine thousand Daoist texts represent superior Yang spirits.

Ten thousand Dao Scripts belong to the highest grade Yang God.

Wang Quan believed that he should at least become a top-grade Yang God; otherwise, wouldn't all the more than 10,000 volumes of Daoist scriptures he had studied have been for nothing?

However, once the [Yang Nerve] reaches three thousand Dao characters, the difficulty of condensing it increases dramatically.

Because at this moment, under the blessing of the three thousand Daoist scriptures, the Yin spirit has instinctively undergone some transformation, thus resisting the entry of external things into the Yin spirit.

After the king condenses the Dao text, he must spend a lot of energy and time to get the Yin spirit to accept the new Dao text.

This caused his progress to plummet to a mere few dozen per day.

"The efficiency is too low!"

Wang Quan recalled many spells used to cleanse the Yin spirit, and pondered the methods in the Taoist scriptures, seeking a shortcut.

It couldn't be found.

"No shortcuts?"

"Should I ask the cultivators in the second layer of the world?"

Those monks are now single-mindedly hoping that he can help cleanse the evil, and they are quite friendly towards him.

Perhaps we can learn some shortcuts from them.

Otherwise, given the current situation, he suspects it would take at least a decade, or even longer, to acquire a top-tier Yang God.

Just then, his token received an additional message.

He glanced at it and immediately laughed.

The messages were simple, mostly containing recent information about Hehuan Tower and the Zhao family, all provided free of charge by the round-faced Taoist nun.

He memorized it after just one glance.

The last line of text piqued his interest:

Qin Feng left the lower courtyard for the market; his return date is uncertain.

"I've been waiting for you for months, and you've finally come out!"

"Then... this day next year will be the anniversary of your death!"

While pondering, he left a magical mark on the spot, then packed his things, adjusted his state, and prepared to go back and kill.

After a short while, he took a deep breath and exhaled a burst of [Moonlight Escape].

The moonlight, sometimes bluish-green, sometimes golden-yellow, enveloped my body.

The next second, he disappeared from his spot and reappeared ten miles away.

His figure reappeared, and he opened his mouth again, spitting out another [Moonlight Escape], before reappearing ten miles away.

call out!

call out!

call out!

The moonlight, mysterious and unpredictable, swept through the royal power, heading straight for the drowning lower court.

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Drowning incident at the lower courtyard entrance:

An old Taoist priest, leading a group of newly arrived seekers of immortality, pointed out the market town below the mountain, saying, "The market town below is bustling and a thousand times more interesting than the lower temple behind us!"

"But it's not safe; there's always the risk of being killed."

"However, within the lower courtyard, no one can harm you."

One of the boys asked doubtfully, "But what if we want to go to the market to buy or sell things?"

The old Taoist priest smiled and said, "Then... you'd better master a kind of escape technique, a few life-saving spells, and a dozen or so magical powers before you go to the market."

"If you encounter danger, release a life-saving spell, and then use a teleportation technique to run back."

"At that time, I'll hide in the lower house for ten days or half a month, or even three to five years, before going out."

Many young men and women felt uncomfortable upon hearing this.

This isn't cultivating immortality, it's cultivating tortoise magic!

A young girl blinked: "When we came here, we saw many cultivators patrolling the market."

"They stop fights and brawls, so why wouldn't they stop murder?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head: "Cultivators kill people using mysterious methods that cannot be stopped by so-called patrols."

"Moreover... those patrolling cultivators only practice the new methods. If they encounter real cultivators killing people, they would be incredibly lucky to survive."

"Therefore, all they can do is deal with fights and maintain basic order."

"If we get into trouble, we'll die if we rely on them."

However, the boys and girls didn't believe it.

The old Taoist priest shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, let's all go into the lower courtyard; someone there will explain the situation there to you; however, they won't talk about the market area!"

"When someone dies in front of you all, and after you've been there long enough, you'll understand what I'm talking about today."

Many young men and women nodded, each with their own thoughts, preparing to enter the lower house.

At that moment, their eyes suddenly widened.

Because, not far from the old Taoist priest, a hazy blue and golden light suddenly burst forth.

A burst of light erupted, and a young Taoist priest in plain white clothes emerged from it.

The old Taoist priest flicked his whisk, observed the young Taoist's appearance, and then noticed the token at his waist. He immediately smiled: "So it's Fellow Taoist Sahua!"

"Why didn't you throw flowers for anyone today, fellow Daoist?"

Wang Quan turned around and saw that the old Taoist priest looked quite familiar. He remembered seeing him at the banquet at the Seven Maidens Mountain Villa, so he smiled and said, "There have been far fewer funerals these past few days. I'll see if I can find a victim and help them finish their funeral arrangements!"

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