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

"Do whatever you want!"

"Don't regret it!"

Wang Quan looked intently at Ying Jiaren: "Seeking immortality and cultivating immortality are both very lonely."

Only by enduring loneliness can one keep moving forward.

He really wanted to tell Ying Jiaren that mastering ten thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures before formally practicing the technique could grant him the [First-Grade Daoist Seal].

With the [First-Rank Dao Seal], one can soar to the heavens.

At that time, he can use Ying Jiaren's [First-Class Daoist Seal] to help him study the Daoist scriptures.

But in the end, he didn't say it.

The instructors at the lower academy, and even numerous rumors, all told all those seeking immortality that mastering the myriad volumes of Daoist scriptures was beneficial.

If, after all these explanations, the other party still gives up, then it's enough to prove that she doesn't have the opportunity.

Ying Jiaren smiled and said, "Thank you, senior brother."

"By the way, Senior Brother, did you master the myriad volumes of Daoist scriptures before you began practicing your techniques?"

Wang Quan smiled and said, "Guess!"

Ying Jiaren.......

"Alright, I'm going to practice my magic!"

As he spoke, Wang Quan opened his mouth and spat out a [Moonlight Escape] that swept away him.

After gazing at the night sky for a while, Ying Jiaren finally crawled into the coffin and fell into a deep sleep.

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Late at night:

No. 96, Neifang Jia District:

Dozens of monks were having a meeting in a large hall.

They are members of the New Law Alliance and the New Law Group to which Qin Feng belongs.

A landscape painting hangs in the hall, depicting overlapping mountains; a stick figure representing royalty gathers moonlight on the mountaintop to refine magic.

On the landscape painting, dozens of pairs of eyes are also hanging.

These eyes rolled around, using their peripheral vision to lock onto the stick figure representing royalty, monitoring his every move.

At this moment, a female cultivator in her forties, still possessing a certain charm, gritted her teeth and said, "Everyone, it has been more than a month since the Flower-Scattering Daoist killed Qin Feng."

"We've endured this for over a month; now it's time for the Flower-Scattering Taoist to pay the price!"

"However, I am worried that I cannot kill him with a single blow on my own; I beg you fellow cultivators for help!"

One cultivator patted his chest and declared, "Senior Sister, Qin Feng and I are of the same ilk; we will definitely avenge him!"

"Moreover, I am now focusing on a new method. Although its attack methods are limited, its power is immense."

"Once we can lock onto the target, we will definitely kill them with one strike."

Other cultivators also offered their help.

However, the female cultivator in her forties was still dissatisfied because those who offered help were all new cultivators.

Although they possess great magical power, their spells are limited, and they lack many profound techniques.

It's fine if you're just fighting against spirits and demons.

However, those techniques are not enough when fighting against orthodox cultivators.

She looked at the orthodox cultivators, her gaze finally settling on a dwarf cultivator: "Fellow Daoist Ma, you and Qin Feng are kindred spirits; he's dead, you should avenge him!"

The dwarf cultivator sighed, "Qin Feng has many like-minded people, why focus on me?"

The female cultivator said resentfully, "Don't you want to avenge Qin Feng?"

The dwarf monk shook his head: "I don't want to!"

"I have no relation to him, we're just kindred spirits, but our friendship isn't that deep."

"To offend the Flower-Scattering Taoist for a mere, not-so-sentimental, dead person? Not worth it!"

Upon hearing this, many cultivators nodded in agreement.

During this time, they also investigated Wang Quan and learned that he had only been practicing magic for a year.

However, even with such a short time spent refining the technique, he was able to easily kill Qin Feng from a distance.

This is enough to prove that his fundamental law version is high, he has mastered many spells, and he is a legitimate cultivator.

Offending such a legitimate cultivator is one thing if you can kill them in one strike, but if you can't kill them in one strike, they will definitely retaliate in the future.

It's not worth it for a dead person you weren't even close to.

The dwarf monk's words aroused dissatisfaction among many monks.

The female cultivator sighed, "Fellow Daoist Ma, this time, avenging Qin Feng is not just about avenging Qin Feng, but more importantly, about establishing the prestige of our new sect!"

"Qin Feng is also a key figure in the New Law Alliance. If no one avenges him, how will others view the New Law?"

How will the new law be expanded in the future?

The dwarf monk blinked: "I came to the New Law Society simply to help out."

"Whether the new law brings prosperity or decline, what does it matter to me?"

The nun remained silent.

Many practitioners of the new method were angry and dissatisfied.

However, many orthodox monks nodded in agreement: "Yes, we joined the new sect for various reasons to help and support it."

"The fate of the new law is actually none of our business."

The female monk took a deep breath: "Everyone, the new method will definitely be the mainstream in the future!"

"you......"

Before she could finish speaking, a legitimate cultivator stood up and said, "There's no need to tell us about this."

"When my friend invited me over, he only said that he wanted me to help out if Xinfa encountered a life-or-death crisis, and he didn't ask me to avenge Xinfa's dead bodies at all!"

As he spoke, the orthodox cultivator got up to leave.

The female cultivator in her forties gritted her teeth: "Fellow Daoist, I ask for nothing else, only that you leave behind one or two bolts of lightning fire!"

The orthodox monk pondered for a moment, then said, "Alright!"

He was willing to part with just one or two lightning bolts.

After tossing two [Great Sun Thunderfire] to the female cultivator, he didn't leave but sat aside to watch the excitement.

He wanted to see how the royal power would respond to this assassination attempt.

The female cultivator spoke to the other orthodox cultivators who were unwilling to help, asking only for a bolt of lightning or a spell.

The monks eventually agreed one by one.

With everything prepared, the female cultivator stood up and discussed the killing methods with the highly motivated new cultivators.

Finally, she said to the few orthodox cultivators who had offered their help, "Everyone, now it's up to you to see how you do it."

A monk smiled: "If his royal power can kill people from afar, so can ours!"

"Let him know today just how deep the water is in this drowning lower courtyard."

As he spoke, the cultivator patted his treasure pouch, from which a beam of white light shot out.

A burst of white light erupted, and incense tables, incense burners, banners, and other items fell to the ground.

The cultivator stepped forward and said, "Everyone, I will summon a strong wind to seal off the mountain where the Flower-Scattering Taoist is located."

"Furthermore, the wind conceals thirty-six types of wind: Earthly Fiend, Bone-Corroding, Soul-Stealing, and Bewildering, specifically designed to erode his Yin Spirit power."

Other cultivators unleashed similar incense tables, banners, and other magical artifacts: "I summon a great rain to seal off the space, preventing him from using his escape techniques."

"At the same time, this heavy rain contains twelve kinds of rain: icy rain, fire rain, curse, weakening rain, etc., which are specifically designed to kill his flesh and blood."

Another monk smiled and said, "I'll use a light-fixing mirror to lock onto his location."

"Fellow new cultivators, feel free to unleash your attack spells when the time comes."

"Strive for a fatal blow!"

One of the new cultivators laughed heartily, "We've already reached the Foundation Establishment stage, and our spells are incredibly powerful; killing a mere Flower-Scattering Daoist is a piece of cake!"

At this moment, the Wind-Summoning Cultivator and the Rain-Summoning Cultivator lit sandalwood incense one after another and began chanting scriptures and performing spells in front of the incense table.

The smoke of cigarettes drifted through the landscape painting, enveloping the mountain where the royal power resided.

One breath...

Ten breaths...

Thirty breaths...

The Wind-Calling Monk roared, "Wind, come!"

After a dozen or so breaths, the Rain Summoner roared, "Rain, come!"

At the same time, another cultivator finished his ritual, and a bronze mirror rose into the air, hovering over a landscape painting, casting a hazy light that locked onto the stick figure representing royal power: "Lock, freeze!"

In the next breath, more than a dozen newly established Foundation Establishment cultivators released their spells, which landed in the light of the bronze mirror.

Numerous spells, like swimming fish, burrowed into the landscape painting, aiming to assassinate the king.

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