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

In historical fragments:

One-year-old Wang Quan runs all over the village.

He knew the village of over a hundred households inside and out; he even knew which chicken had laid an egg.

However, the historical anchor point that cannot be found is Wang Ming, the true and understanding ruler.

"In my perception, this container is the closest to Wang Ming!"

"Why can't I find it?"

Wang Quan was bewildered.

He wanted to go to other villages, but the container's parents stopped him.

Although he practiced martial arts, due to his bone and tendon problems, he only used breathing techniques to strengthen his foundation and stretch his bones. He didn't dare to truly practice martial arts, fearing that he might damage his bones and tendons, leading to premature death or other abnormalities.

Although he only did some light training, his physique and strength were far superior to those of children his age.

When he was three years old, he finally went to the surrounding villages with his father, who was a carpenter.

Before going, he found a splinter and rubbed it with some strange herbal juice.

"If I see Wang Ming, I'll stab him in the throat first, then in the chest."

"I'll kill him in a minute."

However, that year he visited seven or eight villages within a ten-mile radius, but did not find Wang Ming.

However, he was not discouraged. He trained his body while refining his assassination plan.

When he was five years old, he finally saved up some iron sheets and had a blacksmith forge a large iron nail.

He soaked the iron in excrement, adding a magical attack effect.

"Six-year-old Wang Ming has not practiced any magical arts."

"When I saw him, I grabbed a nail and hit him with it."

"At that time, he will surely die."

finally:

Wang Quan Fugui is six years old.

At six years old, he looked as tall as an eleven or twelve-year-old, and was all muscle, with more strength than the average adult.

He even carried a half-foot-long iron nail with him at all times.

That day, his carpenter father took him to a place called Qingfeng Township.

"There is a Qingfeng Temple there. This year is the opportunity for Qingfeng Temple to recruit Taoist novices once every three years."

"You will become a Taoist acolyte, and in the future you will be a high and mighty Taoist priest."

Wang Quan's lips curled into a smile: "No problem!"

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"Six years old?"

"Six years old!"

"A six-year-old child this tall? What did he eat to grow so tall?"

"They eat all kinds of insects. My son says that the protein in insects is a hundred times that of beef."

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Wang Quan joined Qingfeng Temple and became a Taoist novice.

He was the tallest among the current generation of Daoist disciples.

He immediately looked for Wang Ming and then saw him.

Wang Ming was the size of an average child, thin, and malnourished.

Wang Quan smiled when he saw the other person.

He touched the large nail at his waist and swaggered off to find Wang Ming.

When Wang Ming saw Wang Quan, he smiled as well.

Because he could tell at a glance that Fugui had been replaced.

He repeated this process countless times in history and understood wealth better than anyone else.

He even remembered that Fugui would lose a few strands of hair ten days later.

But the wealth that appeared before him now was very different from what he remembered.

"In ancient legends, there are people who can travel through time and space, go back to the past, kill some people, and try to change history."

"But... throughout history, I have never heard of anyone succeeding."

"I thought I would break down from repeating these boring historical fragments."

"I never imagined that a future being would finally kill me."

"This is... wonderful!"

Wang Ming, the true confidant, was delighted.

If he weren't in such a wonderful state of mind, he would have been happily singing and dancing by now.

He suppressed his excitement, weakly stepped back, and cautiously asked, "Who are you?"

"Did you come here to be friends with me?"

Wang Quan smiled and said, "That's right, I'll be your friend who'd go to great lengths for you!"

Historically, Wang Ming stabbed the vessel Fugui twice.

Now, Wang Quan only wants to give this true confidant, Wang Ming, two iron nails.

He gradually came to know and understand Wang Ming.

Wang Ming's expression was grim, his body trembled, and he stepped back.

Seeing this, Wang Quan's lips curled into a smile: "What? Scared?"

"You didn't expect someone would come to kill you, did you!"

"Look, why are you shivering?"

"Come on, cheer up, don't embarrass yourself!"

"You are a powerful figure who shapes history, how can you tremble?"

The pace of royal power is accelerating.

Meanwhile, the True Lord of Understanding retreated faster and faster, his face growing paler and paler.

In the Taoist temple, the white-bearded abbot frowned, while many children watched the two with curiosity.

As he retreated, Wang Ming, the wise and discerning ruler, quickly observed the expressions of everyone present.

Because he knew that when a future cultivator appeared in this historical fragment, other future cultivators would surely descend as well.

Future cultivators, knowing history and recognizing him as a historical anchor, will surely kill him.

He, on the other hand, must find all the hidden future monks.

"I know everyone here so well that I can predict their personality, habits, and even what they're going to say next."

"Let me see how many rats have come in."

At this moment, Wang Quan approached step by step, relying on his height and strength to forcefully kill Anchor Point.

Stab it!

With the large nail in his hand, he suddenly swung his legs like a giant snake, charging towards Wang Ming.

The sharp nail gleamed coldly as it pierced Wang Ming's neck.

"You can't escape."

Wang Ming frowned and sighed inwardly.

He had imagined this scenario countless times:

He imagined that a future monk would descend upon this place and, in order to assassinate him, would disguise himself as a native, carefully pretend to be in front of him, then befriend him before finally assassinating him.

He even considered that the other party might take advantage of their numbers to threaten him from the start, put pressure on him, make him feel fear, and create openings in his defenses.

But what he never expected was that the first future cultivator to arrive would swagger around, carelessly and mindlessly, and drive a nail into his neck.

Who could stand this?

In his understanding, even if future cultivators were to arrive, they would not be able to cultivate before the age of sixteen. At most, they would be able to train their muscles like ordinary people, or even like crude martial artists.

As a result, this person lacked martial ethics.

They actually started killing people right away.

Moreover, judging from his stance, he is highly skilled in martial arts.

"Whose respectable cultivator practices the methods of a crude martial artist?"

"Luckily... I've done some cultivation since I had nothing else to do!"

With a low growl, the True Lord Wang Ming used his martial arts skills to retreat.

As a result, the speed was still too slow.

Stab it!

The nail grazed his face.

Pfft!

Flesh and blood were torn apart, and fresh blood splattered everywhere.

The wise and compassionate Wang Ming screamed and cried out, "Master, save me!"

He turned and ran toward the abbot of Qingfeng Temple.

Abbot of Qingfeng Temple, I am but an old man.

"How come kids these days are so reckless? They start killing right away? Is it because they've lost a wife?"

"Wait a minute, he's so young, and he doesn't even have a wife!"

"Could it be that they were once childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree? And now they've fallen out?"

"Even if they turn against each other, a child shouldn't be so ruthless!"

At this moment, the wise and virtuous Wang Ming begged for help, which brought him back to his senses.

He growled, grabbed a piece of straw rope from the bag, and threw it directly at Wang Quan: "Go!"

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