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

Whoosh!

The water mirror collapsed and dissipated.

Wang Quan contacted the Taoist nun in charge of the ceremony: "It's all settled!"

"The deceased is Qin Feng from the Miscellaneous Goods Hall!"

The master of ceremonies, a Taoist nun, was taken aback.

She thought that Wang Quan would at most kill a cultivator who frequented the market, but she never expected that he would actually kill a cultivator from the Miscellaneous Goods Hall.

The cultivators who can work in the Miscellaneous Hall may not have much skill themselves, but they must have powerful backers.

"Be careful, don't give yourself away!"

After sensing the more than six hundred streams of magical power within his body, as well as the hundreds of [Moonlight Escape] and [Second Layer World Favor] abilities, Wang Quan laughed and said, "Since I dared to make a move, I naturally have no fear of being exposed!"

The female officiant nodded: "Yes!"

"I'll go ask and see if they have any orders!"

Wang Quan: "There should be other bodies this time. Ask around!"

"Um!"

Ending the communication, Wang Quan turned away.

Then, he looked at the boys and girls behind him.

The newly arrived boys and girls looked at him with eyes full of fear, unease, apprehension, and a touch of envy.

The old Taoist priest did not look at the royal power, but instead gazed at the market.

At that moment, a tall building in the market collapsed and burst into flames.

The fireworks had barely shot into the sky when they were extinguished and suppressed by numerous spells.

"The attic in Inner Ward A!"

"It seems your opponent is no pushover either!"

The old Taoist priest's expression was complicated: "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have let you make your move in public."

He felt that Wang Quan would be found soon after committing the murder.

Wang Quan smiled but didn't speak. Instead, he addressed the group of young men and women, saying, "This is cultivation!"

"And I've only just begun my cultivation; many of my methods haven't been prepared in advance!"

"Otherwise, killing the enemy just now wouldn't have caused such a commotion."

Many young men and women were speechless.

Why are you telling us this?

We just want to cultivate immortality, we don't want to kill anyone!

The old Taoist priest thanked Wang Quan, who smiled and said, "It was just something I did on the spur of the moment."

"Let's keep in touch!"

The old Taoist priest nodded hurriedly, feeling flattered.

He had been in the Lower House for over twenty years. Although he had no hope of reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, he knew that Wang Quan's methods were extraordinary.

Ordinary cultivators simply cannot kill enemies by casting spells from a distance.

But the monarchy succeeded.

Moreover, it's relaxing and comfortable.

How many Taoist scriptures must one master, and what versions of fundamental laws and spells must one analyze to achieve this?

For a moment, the old Taoist priest was at a loss.

When he came to his senses, he found that Wang Quan had already left.

He looked at the still dazed teenagers: "Let's go. Now you've seen the dangers of the market. Cultivate diligently from now on, and don't end up like this today."

A young girl suddenly spoke up: "That...immortal master, wasn't it a bit excessive to cause so many innocent people to die just to kill an enemy?"

The old Taoist priest laughed heartily: "How could it be excessive?"

"Those guys should have used their escape techniques to run away the moment they were attacked, instead of trying to withstand the attack or seeking out enemies to retaliate."

"They died because they were stupid; it has nothing to do with anyone else!"

"Besides... can there be any good people among your enemies?"

"So what if he's dead!"

"This market town lacks everything except people."

Many young people were deeply disturbed and their values ​​were slightly impacted.

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call out!call out!call out!

The hazy moonlight swept across the royal power in just a few dozen breaths, traversing thousands of miles to return to the place where he gathered sunlight to temper his Yin spirit.

Sitting cross-legged, he did not immediately cleanse his Yin spirit, but instead pondered the killing he had just committed.

"Although the method of Yin Lightning is simple, its power is great."

"Under the sudden attack, those cultivators had almost no means of countermeasures."

"I have this flaw too!"

"I need a spell to compensate for my weakness and counter lightning and fire."

The Lower House has 108,000 spells, many of which can counter lightning and fire.

He has mastered nearly ten thousand spells, of which hundreds can counter lightning and fire.

Although he knows all of these hundreds of spells, it is impossible for him to use them all when fighting enemies; moreover, some spells require special materials to be learned and cast.

All he has to do is choose one, then continuously refine and improve it, and finally, after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, he can cultivate subsequent spells or switch to cultivating something more powerful.

If you feel it's no longer useful, you can use [Lirenluan] to cut it up and sell it to recoup some losses.

With many spells available, he carefully selected one called "Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust".

This spell requires the collection of tangible substances such as clouds and smoke for practice.

The more materials collected, the greater the power; in the end, it can not only form seventy-two smoke pillars to support the thunder and fire, but also transform into clouds to serve as a mount, soaring in the sky.

Once mastered, this spell can be used like a magical artifact, allowing one to soar through the sky all day or hide in a specific acupoint on the body.

When encountering thunder and fire, even if one is not paying attention, the smoke and dust will automatically emerge to block it.

Moreover, he can also use the gaze emitted by this spell to unleash other types of spells.

This can be considered as using one skill for multiple purposes.

After finalizing the strategy to counter the [Thunder and Fire] spell, Wang Quan did not rush to cultivate immediately. Instead, he gathered sunlight to continue refining the Daoist script, integrating it into his Yin spirit, and transforming it into a Yang spirit form.

His progress in this kind of cultivation was slow, which greatly annoyed him.

It was still early, and there was no way to go to the second layer of the world to ask the cultivators in their original forms for a shortcut.

"Take a break, gather some clouds, and try out the [Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust]."

With this in mind, he recited scriptures and practiced the "Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust".

The Taoist chanting of scriptures echoed between heaven and earth, and streams of magical power were completely exhausted.

After ten streams of magical power were depleted, the chanting of the scriptures ended.

He formed a mudra with his hands and looked up at the sky.

In the sky, fluffy white clouds drift lazily.

As the spell was cast, a white cloud suddenly dropped a white line.

The white line fell between his fingers, like a small snake wriggling, with Taoist characters appearing on it.

In an instant, Wang Quan had complete control over the white line.

Thus, [Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust] officially began his cultivation.

His thoughts swirled, and the white line expanded, transforming into a white cloud three to five meters in diameter.

The white clouds were illusory and rather hazy.

He jumped up, but instead flew through the clouds and fell to the ground.

"It seems a wisp of dust is not enough to lift me up."

"Then let's refine seventy-two plumes of smoke in one go."

He continued his ritual, and strands of white lines fell down. After being imprinted with magical power and spell scriptures, seventy-two wisps of smoke were quickly produced.

At that moment, his thoughts raced, and after weaving seventy-two wisps of smoke into a white cloud, he jumped onto it.

The ground felt soft and yielding, so I didn't slip.

It's soft and cozy to lie on, more comfortable than inside a coffin.

"When you go to sleep in a coffin in the future, you can put this spell inside."

Thinking of this, he suddenly laughed: "It's been so long since I've slept in there."

"In the future... I'm afraid we won't need it anymore!"

These days, he goes almost twelve hours without sleeping.

When you feel tired or sleepy, practicing the fundamental method of exercise can solve the problem.

Now that he has the [Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust] technique, he wants to lie down and rest.

"Now is not the time to relax and enjoy yourself."

"I must work hard and cultivate to become a Yang God as soon as possible; that is the only way."

With this thought in mind, he gathered the Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust, transforming them into fine threads that he hid in his hair.

This spell is only in its initial form. In the future, it will need to be continuously filled with things like clouds and smoke to increase its power.