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

Among the high-ranking members of the new sect are many orthodox cultivators.

Upon witnessing this, the cultivators all nodded in approval: "Excellent skill!"

"Demolish one floor today, demolish another floor tomorrow!"

"Over time, this den of iniquity will decline!"

"This is like striking a snake at its vital point; taking advantage of having nothing to lose, they act with impunity."

"amazing!"

The Foundation Establishment elders in the new method were furious: "Fellow Daoists, he is destroying our industry."

"Give back the people who killed us."

"Why are you still praising him?"

One of the orthodox cultivators chuckled, "His methods are cunning; let's learn from them, broaden our knowledge, and what's wrong with praising him?"

"As for murder? Heh, this Drowning Lower Temple has millions of seekers of immortality, and the surrounding mountains are teeming with spirits and martial artists; every day, at least seven or eight thousand die from selling their blood, flesh, or limbs!"

"He only killed a few? Insignificant!"

"You must remember, the New Law Alliance lacks everything except people."

"If all the people die, the spirits can take their place; the spirits can also do things."

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and pay them their wages!"

"Are we going to wait until they completely blow up the building before we're willing to get married?"

"That would be a much bigger loss!"

The founding fathers of the new law remained silent.

Outside, everyone knows that the new law is powerful.

However, only the higher-ups of the New Law Alliance knew that the orthodox cultivators were in a stronger position.

These orthodox cultivators, like ticks, clung to the New Law Alliance, frantically sucking its blood.

They even orchestrated their own schemes, inciting conflict between the new and old laws, and tricking the monks below into frantically gathering resources to offer to them.

Most orthodox cultivators within the alliance do not care about the fate of the new law, and even look down on it.

Only a small number of orthodox monks believe that the new law is the future, and only they are fully committed to developing and supporting it.

A female nun who supported the new law suddenly spoke up: "The royal power has a very deep foundation. If we want to kill him, we need to be fully prepared."

"Otherwise, if he gets away, although it won't cause major trouble later, there will definitely be a lot of minor troubles."

"If the implementation of the new law is delayed, who will be held responsible?"

The old masters who had established the foundation of the new law sighed and hurriedly contacted the royal authority, saying they wanted to settle their wages.

Wang Quan demanded two million coins.

He thought that if the other party refused, he could openly blow up the Hehuan Tower and kill some members of the Hehuan Tower and the Zhao family.

As a result, the new foundation-building ancestor readily gave it to him.

This left him feeling disappointed and disheartened.

"This two million coins include my wages and the interest owed."

"I didn't ask for more!"

"After all, all I want is to quietly cultivate my magic and pursue immortality."

"By the way, I was originally planning to kill a few more people to vent my anger."

"I just didn't expect you to give it to me; now, I don't even have an excuse to kill anyone."

He still had his pride after all; with the other party in such a state, it was really difficult to make a move.

The newly established Foundation Establishment patriarch who was dealing with him suppressed his anger and smiled slightly:

"We're all friends, so let's avoid talking about murder in the future; it's bad for our friendship!"

Wang Quan: "Hehe..."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Wang Quan released seventy-two streams of smoke and dust, which transformed into black and white clouds and slowly drifted towards the Drowning Lower Courtyard.

As the old ancestor of the new method of foundation building watched his back, he clenched his fists and secretly vowed: "Just wait, one day, you old conservatives will all be swept into the dust of history."

"From now on, my new law will be the mainstream."

"When that time comes, you will pay the price for what you have done today!"

Lower Courtyard, Miscellaneous Hall:

Wang Quan called out to the round-faced Daoist nun, "Senior sister, help me take stock of the valuables. We'll sell anything useless to the Miscellaneous Goods Hall later."

The round-faced Taoist nun blinked curiously: "Have you struck it rich?"

The other cultivators in the Miscellaneous Goods Hall gathered around out of curiosity, because the resources that normal cultivators sold to the Miscellaneous Goods Hall were easily sorted out, and they never asked them for help.

Click!

Wang Quan banged on a box, from which two corpses flew out: "It's not exactly making a fortune, just a normal harvest."

The round-faced Taoist nun chuckled, "Only two corpses."

"You can clean it yourself next time!"

Wang Quan: "There are still many more in the box!"

"Clean up these two first; the rest will be released later."

A cultivator nearby suddenly asked, "Friend, were you involved in the duel in the inner chambers just now?"

They could hear and see the power struggles within the inner chambers.

Wang Quan nodded: "Yes!"

The monk suddenly said, "Since we have nothing else to do right now, I'll help you clean it up!"

Wang Quan looked at the round-faced Taoist nun, who smiled and said, "No need, the two of us can handle it!"

The round-faced Taoist nun, experienced in her field, instructed Wang Quan on how to clean up the mess:

"First, strip them naked and put the body away!"

"Clothes, jade pendants and magical artifacts, pills, materials for refining magic, materials for crafting techniques, treasure pouches... all of these are categorized."

"Next one!"

As the corpses were released one by one, Wang Quan, under the tutelage of the round-faced Taoist nun, became increasingly faster at cleaning them up.

"Burn the male cultivator's clothes, shoes, and socks in a fire; the remaining materials can be sold for money!"

"Try to organize the clothes, shoes, and socks of the nuns and female spirits as neatly as possible; there's a shop in the outer neighborhood called 'Remembering 900 Years' that loves to buy these things."

"Although the price isn't very high, it's still a bit of extra income."

Wang Quan nodded.

"Try not to sell these pills; keep them for yourself."

"Talismans and magical artifacts, if they have no special use, are sold directly; those new cultivators are flocking to these things."

"Just keep a few of the treasure pouches!"

"You can either fuse the Qingfu Nang yourself, or sell it."

"I suggest you keep all the crafting materials. After all, we have a lot of spells at our disposal, and who knows, we might suddenly feel like crafting a new spell someday. This way, we won't have to buy them!"

"Sell any materials you don't need for refining techniques, since you don't change your fundamental techniques very often!"

The round-faced boy fiddled with things, explained things carefully, and helped with the classification.

Finally, the two men cleaned up the dozens of corpses.

Wang Quan threw the clothes of many male cultivators outside, then snapped his fingers, and flames burst forth.

The clothes turned to ashes, leaving no residue.

He blew out a gust of wind, which swept up the ashes like dust, and then released the [Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust] which swallowed them clean.

There were quite a few runes and magical artifacts, but most of them were damaged.

Wang Quan didn't think much of it and sold it all to the Miscellaneous Goods Hall.

There weren't many pills, only fifty or sixty, all of which were for restoring mana.

Wang Quan estimated that because the battle had dragged on for so long, these guys had taken drugs.

"Next time I encounter this situation, I'll try to resolve it quickly."

The pills and the female cultivator's clothes were put away; the former was for emergencies, and the latter was to be sold at the [Remembering 900 Years] shop in the outer market to recoup some money.

He originally wanted to sell it to the round-faced Taoist nun, but the nun said that she didn't have such customers.

He kept three of the treasure pouches.

One is for storing alchemy materials, one is for storing personal belongings, and the last one is for backup.

He kept only the largest of the green sachets, and sold the rest to the Miscellaneous Goods Hall.

The last thing to clear out was a large amount of crafting materials and refining techniques.

The materials and resources for refining the technique did not match the three fundamental techniques he had chosen, and he did not want to cultivate other fundamental techniques in the short term.

So, they sold them all at once.

As for the materials for refining techniques, he originally intended to collect them all, but he found that there were too many types of materials, and more importantly, most of them were of low quality.

He picked out some of the best items and disposed of the rest to the miscellaneous items hall: "If I ever refine a technique in the future, I will use top-grade materials."

"We cannot use substandard products that waste time and affect the power of the spell."