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

Qinu Mountain Villa:

Although it was daytime, Qian Xiuyue and seven or eight friends were still sitting upright under several star banners, practicing their magic.

Beauties and handsome young men stood nearby, holding bottles and pouring out starlight.

They breathe in and out the stars: whether cultivating their nature or their destiny, they are steadily increasing their magical power.

At this time, someone reported that a seeker of immortality had come to visit.

Qian Xiuyue winked at her friends, signaling them to go out and meet the guests.

As a result, none of the group of friends wanted to go out.

They can now practice magic during the day and at night, and their magical power improves every day. They are living a very comfortable life and don't want to waste time, so naturally they don't want to receive guests.

Qian Xiuyue gritted her teeth: "I'm entertaining guests this time, you guys go next time."

"Anyway, everyone has to take turns; I can't be the only one held back."

Everyone nodded: "Understood, don't say anything, you're delaying our cultivation!"

Qian Xiuyue sighed and got up to greet the guest.

hall:

The female cultivator from the new group exchanged a few pleasantries before explaining the situation, and then cautiously added, "Fellow Daoist Qian, we're just trying to make a living and secretly harvesting some resources."

"I really don't want to pay for the new law."

"We only ask that you let us go."

Qian Xiuyue's expression was strange: "The Flower-Scattering Taoist is just a friend of ours; he is not a member of the Star Alliance."

"My friend is kind-hearted and never intentionally offends anyone!"

"I believe he killed Qin Feng solely out of personal grudges!"

The female cultivator felt a pang in her heart: being kind and avoiding offending anyone, yet she ended up killing so many unlucky people along the way.

She coughed and pushed a money pouch towards Qian Xiuyue: "Fellow Daoist Qian, please be sure to confirm what the Flower-Scattering Daoist means."

The purse is small, but due to magic, it is specifically used to store Qingfu coins.

Qian Xiuyue touched it and felt that it contained 100,000 Qingfu.

She sighed inwardly: "This is the first time I've accepted money like this, and for the sake of the royal power!"

That's really... awkward.

She contacted the royal power.

After a short while, Wang Quan replied: "Personal grudge!"

"Qin Feng humiliated me back then, now I'll settle the score with him!"

"As for the others, as long as they don't provoke me, I naturally won't deal with them!"

Qian Xiuyue nodded: "Okay, I understand!"

"Oh, right, this guy also gave me 100,000 yuan as a tip for the information!"

"I've transferred your identity token!"

Wang Quan: "No need, we'll split it equally; and if I encounter something like this again, I'll split it equally with you!"

Qian Xiuyue's mind raced, and she quickly understood Wang Quan's meaning: "Alright!"

After ending the communication, Qian Xiuyue said to the female cultivator, "Fellow Daoist, the Flower-Scattering Daoist is certain that his conflict with Qin Feng is purely a personal matter!"

"You don't need to worry!"

Upon hearing this, the female cultivator breathed a sigh of relief.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the female cultivator left in high spirits.

In the hall, Qian Xiuyue fiddled with her money pouch, her mind filled with news of Wang Quan:

"Cross-dimensional spellcasting!"

"A uniform barrage of lightning and fire!"

"Forty or fifty new cultivators were killed in the explosion!"

Several respectable cultivators were also affected and suffered severe injuries!

"How can the royal power be so amazing?"

"He's only been practicing magic for a few days? How could he have that much magical power?"

"Just how many volumes of Taoist scriptures has he studied?"

She couldn't understand it, and her mind was in turmoil. So she went back and told her friends about Wang Quan's killing.

The cultivators were stunned upon hearing this: "Sister Xiuyue, you're not mistaken, are you?!"

Qian Xiuyue weighed the money pouch in her hand: "The deceased's friends all came to my door to tell me personally, would I lie?"

The monks remained silent.

They racked their brains, thinking, "Wang Quan started practicing magic later than us, so how come his methods are more powerful than ours?"

"A strike from a distance... how did he lock onto his opponent?"

Qian Xiuyue muttered under her breath, "Perhaps it's related to the Taoist scriptures he knows!"

"He has a far greater grasp of the Taoist scriptures than we do, and his interpretation of the fundamental principles is also more advanced!"

"Perhaps the higher versions of the fundamental law have methods for striking from a distance!"

One of the cultivators shook his head: "It's not just about the fundamental laws, it's also related to spells!"

Qian Xiuyue sighed, "Regardless of what it's related to, I feel that Wang Quan is now far ahead of us!"

Everyone fell silent, feeling uneasy.

They still thought that Wang Quan was just a novice who had just started practicing magic and didn't know anything.

As a result, they were able to kill the enemy remotely.

Qian Xiuyue coughed: "Alright, with the help of the Star Alliance's resources, we must catch up with him!"

The crowd remained silent, only shaking their heads inwardly.

I'm afraid we won't be able to catch up.

Wang Quan has only been cultivating for a year, yet he is already more powerful than those who have cultivated for several years.

Even with the support of the Star Alliance, they feel they can't catch up.

These people gave up, but Qian Xiuyue did not.

"I've started studying Taoist scriptures now, and I can gradually improve my understanding of the fundamental principles!"

"Of the 108,000 spells in the lower academy, I learn ten or eight every day to build up my foundation."

"As long as I work hard, I will always be able to catch up."

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The black bird flies and the rabbit runs:

January has arrived in the blink of an eye.

The snowstorm that had blanketed the drowning house disappeared overnight, and the long-awaited sun reappeared.

The cultivators who used the essence of the sun and moon to refine their techniques were overjoyed.

Those who practiced their magic through wind and snow sighed and lamented.

Upon seeing this, Wang Quan returned directly to the Lower House.

After all, the lower temple is safer, and one can relax and be less guarded during practice, with less psychological pressure.

When he returned to the lower temple, his Yin spirit already had six thousand Dao characters imprinted on it.

If he were to undergo a transformation at this point, he could create a mid-level Yang God.

This intermediate-level Yang God already has the ability to enter other people's Purple Mansions and carry out acts of vandalism, looting, and arson.

But the monarchy does not want it.

"With over ten thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures, I'll at least create a top-grade Yang God."

Therefore, after returning to the lower house, he continued to practice Falun Dafa, read scriptures, and cleanse evil in a routine manner.

He didn't go to the Scripture Pavilion because of his cultivation practice, but stayed in the Coffin Dormitory Area.

Night fell:

He released seventy-two streams of smoke and dust, which transformed into a cloud bed that covered the coffin. He lay inside, feeling soft and comfortable.

The Yin spirit cleanses away evil and condenses Daoist texts once again to form the Yang Shen Jing, continuously empowering the Yin spirit.

In the latter half of the night, he released several beams of moonlight, randomly teleporting in one direction to land on a mountaintop to collect moonlight for refining techniques.

Days passed by, and his magical power steadily increased, as did the number of Dao characters in the [Yang Nerve].

However, once the number of Dao characters reaches six thousand, the difficulty of branding increases again.

He can only brand about a hundred people a day now.

This speed is actually much faster than that of cultivators who rely on elixirs and magical artifacts.

Ten days.....

Twenty days...

One month.....

The [Yang Shen Jing] contains 9,000 characters and over 700 magical powers.

At this moment, an impulse kept rising in his heart: to transform into a Yin spirit and step into a Yang spirit.

After achieving the Yang God status, one can truly freely enter and exit the second layer of the world; only after achieving the Yang God status can one be considered a true cultivator; after achieving the Yang God status, one's level changes and one gains a higher status and greater authority in the lower academy.

At that time, there will be countless beauties to choose as Daoist partners, to build manors, and to live a life of high status.

Numerous temptations, like weeds, grow wildly.

Wang Quan frowned.

This situation is mentioned in Taoist scriptures: it will be encountered by anyone whose [Yang Shen Jing] has 9000 characters.

This is a test of one's cultivation level for those who cultivate immortality.

At this point, cultivators only need to recite scriptures such as the "Heart-Cleansing Mantra" to resolve the issue.

However, he felt that the temptations he faced were several times, or even dozens of times, stronger than those recorded in the Taoist scriptures.

If he doesn't constantly recite scriptures like the "Purifying Mantra," these temptations will keep appearing.

"Am I the only one like this?"

"Or... is it the same for everyone else?"