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

The female cultivator specializing in landscape painting didn't believe it, shaking her head frantically: "I cultivate the art of ink painting; ink can take my place!"

"The Flower-Scattering Taoist's Nightmare Technique only killed my Ink-Painting Figure; it couldn't possibly harm me!"

"It must have been because I relaxed and became careless after falling into the lower house that he was able to ambush me."

"You have to take responsibility! You have to save me!"

"I don't want to die!"

The female cultivator wanted to use elixirs to heal her wounds, but she couldn't move her arms.

She released the Yin spirit, but it came out tattered and torn, and before it could even walk, it was blown to pieces by the night wind.

At that moment, she looked at the spirits pleadingly: "Save me!"

Please!

"I am also a disciple of the lower temple."

One of the spirits, looking reluctant, snapped his fingers:

Whoosh!

The nun found that the surrounding scenery collapsed like shattered glass.

Then she realized that she was not inside the lower courtyard, but outside the lower courtyard gate.

On the ground near the entrance, there was a huge circle made of bloodstains.

On this circle, several cultivators stumbled and spun around, and then suddenly either bled from their seven orifices or had holes burst in their bodies before falling to the ground and becoming motionless.

"Am I under an illusion?"

The nun was taken aback.

At that moment, she stopped struggling.

She lay on the ground in despair, gazing at the moonlight, and suddenly laughed: "That's it! The Flower-Scattering Taoist cultivates a fundamental technique based on the moon, and this kind of technique excels at illusion!"

"But when did I fall into the illusion?"

The female cultivator's eyes were blank and empty; filled with doubt, she slowly fell silent.

The many lower-level spirits exchanged glances, and most of them left.

A small number of the spirits looked at the corpses on the ground and sighed.

One of the Yin spirits stared at the female cultivator's corpse, lost in reminiscence: "She and I were in the same year."

"In our year, there were only about a dozen people who were capable of attempting the orthodox Foundation Establishment stage."

"I never expected one of them to die now."

For a moment, the spirit felt a little sad.

The other members chuckled: "After more than twenty years of cultivation, he was finally killed by a newcomer."

"It's so embarrassing."

"It's better that I'm dead now, at least I won't have to live a shameful life!"

The spirit sighed, "She indulged herself too much; if she had mastered more magic, how could she have been so easily deceived by illusions?"

"If she hadn't focused her main efforts on the new law, things wouldn't have come to this."

After a short while, a hazy moonlight burst open at the doorway, scattering as a young man emerged.

"Wang Quan, the Daoist of Scattering Flowers!" A Yin deity exclaimed admiringly, "Your methods are truly remarkable; you've managed to deal with so many orthodox cultivators."

Wang Quan smiled and said, "It's not that my methods are superior, but rather that their foundation is weak!"

Although the battle hadn't lasted long, he judged from various aspects such as the cultivators' spell casting time, spell power, escape speed, number of spells they mastered, and the strength of their Yin spirit that these cultivators' fundamental magic versions were definitely not high and their foundation was weak.

Those with strong foundations would realize something the moment he cast the tracing spell and would use spells or magical artifacts to conceal their appearance, preventing the Nightmare Victory Spell from attacking them and preventing them from being purged.

When his aerial attack arrived, those powerful orthodox cultivators simply fled, not bothering to engage him at all.

Those who stayed behind to fight him were mostly unlucky guys who lacked experience and didn't know when to advance or retreat.

Click!

Wang Quan opened a box and recited Taoist scriptures.

After a short chanting of a dozen or so Taoist incantations, the box emitted plumes of red smoke, which rolled up all the corpses and were then returned to the box.

He found this box in the ruins of the main hall of Compound No. 96. It was a special kind of ritual object, specifically used to store corpses.

Although the item wasn't his, he possessed powerful magic and had retrieved the spell to cleanse magical artifacts from his memories, so he easily took control of the corpse box.

At this moment, he continued to cast the spell: he opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of magical power, which transformed into a ball of blue flames that burned the earth.

The grass, trees, and rocks on the ground were undamaged, but all traces of blood and other debris were burned away.

After watching him clean up the battlefield, one of the Yin Gods said, "Fellow Daoist, next time you're killing someone, could you please stay a little further away from the lower courtyard?"

"We were all on edge when you made that move."

"I was afraid you'd barge into the lower house."

Wang Quan nodded and smiled, "Okay, I'll be more careful next time."

The many Yin spirits nodded and floated back to the lower courtyard: "Then we won't disturb you any longer as you count your spoils."

Wang Quan whispered, "I haven't even started counting the spoils yet."

"I still have enemies to settle scores with!"

His thoughts raced, and in a flash, his outer elixir appeared. After replenishing his magical power, he returned to the coffin dormitory area.

There is a coffin here, which he has occupied for a long time.

Upon opening the coffin, one finds a pile of tattered paper figures, a courtyard, and other items inside.

He snapped his fingers, and the tattered paper figures and the courtyard all flew out and then burst into flames.

Inside the enormous coffin, only dozens of paper figures remained as guards, along with a substitute paper figure.

The reason he was able to withstand the Nightmare Victory Technique and the dying counterattacks of other cultivators was because of this [Substitute Paper Doll Technique].

During this time, he returned to the Lower House for several breaths because the [Paper Doll Substitute Death Technique] had suffered too much damage, and he hurriedly replenished it.

Boom!Boom!

Tap your fingers on the [Plain Moon Paper-cutting Box] and sheets of moon-patterned paper fly out, some turning into paper figures as guards, others into courtyards, pavilions, bridges, and flowing water.

Finally, the paper figure representing the main body sits in the center, surrounded by two or three hundred paper figures as guards.

Each paper figure, courtyard, pavilion, artificial mountain, etc., corresponds to one or more magical powers.

He prioritized these things to bear all the harm he suffered.

Once they are all broken, the [Paper Doll Substitute Death Spell] will take its place.

If the main body of the [Substitute Death Technique] also explodes, it means that he dies once.

With the substitution spell ready, Wang Quan replenished his mana with a first-stage external elixir, and then headed straight for the miscellaneous items hall.

Upon seeing Wang Quan, the round-faced Taoist nun immediately beamed, "Junior Brother, what brings you here?"

As she spoke, she raised an eyebrow.

Because she had just practiced a spiritual eye-type spell a couple of days ago, she could see things that were invisible to the naked eye and spirits.

At this moment, she saw that Wang Quan was shrouded in resentment.

This resentment, born from the dead, will only haunt the murderer.

She counted them roughly, and wow, there were more than a hundred.

"Junior brother... you have a lot of resentment on you. There's a spell called 'Cleansing the Record of Wrongs,' learn it and quickly clear it away."

"Otherwise it will affect your cultivation."

Wang Quan nodded: "Yes!"

He read Taoist scriptures and practiced magic every day, so he naturally knew about resentment and the "Record of Washing Away Wrongs".

He wanted to use resentment to forge a magical artifact, but because he lacked resentment and money, he had been hesitant to start, thus allowing the resentment to entangle him.

"Senior sister, give me some of the highest quality illusion materials that are compatible with the [Bright Moon Illuminates My Technique], as well as materials for the Nightmare Victory Technique."

The round-faced Taoist nun: "You're going to kill someone too?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "I'm just asking for my wages; if they pay me, everyone's happy!"

"If we don't pay, I'm afraid many people will be killed!"

He wanted to settle all the scores he considered to be settled tonight.

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