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

"This is not normal!"

The wise and righteous King Wang Ming, watching Wang Quan's retreating figure, gritted his teeth, wishing he could bite him to death.

Over the past three days, he has used countless methods, leveraging his historical anchor authority to empower himself, and even resorting to sneak attacks, poisoning, and sabotage without any regard for martial ethics.

As a result, Wang Quan not only did not die, but also ended up with himself covered in wounds.

"He is just an ordinary person, without any extraordinary power. Even if he has cultivated the basics of martial arts, he should not be that strong or that tall."

"What the hell did he eat?"

As the two were sweeping the floor, they were about to meet again when Wang Quan pulled out a butcher's knife, while the wise and virtuous Wang Ming pulled out a meat cleaver.

The next moment, they were locked in a fierce battle.

Wang Quan relies on his future martial arts skills and the fact that he was beaten by the forbidden [Emperor]. Although he is not extraordinary, his martial arts skills are quite terrifying.

Even more terrifying is:

After he trained in the martial arts methods of the [Emperor], his physical recovery ability was several times faster than that of a normal person.

Moreover, his recovery speed will continue to increase over time.

Meanwhile, the wise and virtuous ruler Wang Ming relied on his historical authority to fight against the royal power.

Ding ding ding!

The Mars exploded.

The two fought to a standstill.

At first, Wang Quan panicked, thinking that the other party would come to his senses and kill him soon.

After three days and three nights, he discovered that before formally cultivating, the anchor point was actually just so-so.

His mindset has changed.

The more the confidant and true ruler Wang Ming fought against the imperial power, the more uneasy he felt.

Because he has to use his privileges every time there's a battle.

He had gradually accumulated this privilege, and he had never used it in countless previous attempts.

These permissions are all for him to use in the future to help the "Young Master".

If he uses even a little now, the future young master will surely rebuke him.

The thought of these things made him uneasy.

"We must find a way to kill this Flower-Sprinkling Taoist, Wang Quan!"

Wang Ming gritted his teeth.

Ding ding ding!

The two soon started bleeding.

Wang Quan stabbed the other man in the thigh, and the other man slashed him in the chest.

At this moment, the Great Daoist who had been watching the battle jumped out to stop them: "This is too much! If this continues, people will die."

Wang Quan gritted his teeth: "This bastard isn't even human."

The wise and insightful King Ming smiled and said, "Senior brother, this is an extraterrestrial demon; it must be slain!"

The Taoist priest... was helpless.

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The abbot of Qingfeng Temple reluctantly saw off the True Lord Wang Ming, and then Wang Quan hurriedly entered.

"Master, disaster has struck!"

"This is terrible!"

The abbot of Qingfeng Temple felt that this sentence sounded familiar, as if it was something Wang Ming had said. He habitually replied:

"Where did the trouble come from?"

Wang Quan grumbled and said that the wise and virtuous ruler Wang Ming harbored evil intentions, was an extraterrestrial demon, and was the culprit who was causing chaos in this world.

"Master, if you just swiftly and decisively kill him, the world will be at peace."

Abbot Qingfeng said calmly, "Fugui, as long as you and Xiaoming keep quiet, the world can be at peace."

Royal power...

"Master, it's better to kill the innocent than the guilty..."

Before he could finish speaking, Abbot Qingfeng said, "Xiaoming also said that it's better to kill the innocent than the guilty."

"Or, should I just kill both you and Xiaoming?"

Wang Quan blinked: "You chop Xiao Ming first."

"But I'll have to do it myself."

"This Xiao Ming is strange. Only I have something taught to me by the old immortal Tianji that can kill him."

"After someone else kills him, the world will reset, and time will go backward."

"At that time... we'll have to start all over again."

Abbot Qingfeng's lips twitched: "That's what Xiaoming said too."

"How about you two both die together?"

Wang Quan shook his head.

Abbot Qingfeng sighed, "Then let's leave it at that for now!"

"We'll talk about it later."

Wang Quan was not discouraged, but said earnestly, "Master, I will come to you again."

The abbot nodded: "Don't come tomorrow. Xiaoming will come tomorrow, and you come the day after, how about that?"

"Otherwise, listening to the two of you chattering on and on is getting a bit of a headache."

Wang Quan's heart stirred, and he carefully observed the abbot.

Then he noticed that the abbot was clearly tired and his eyes were unfocused.

"He's a monk, he shouldn't be like this!"

Wang Quan was suspicious and didn't understand.

But she still obediently nodded.

He was also afraid that the abbot had gone insane and would kill him first.

"I don't know how the others are doing."

Wang Quan gazed into the distance: "I hope the others find me soon and give me a hand."

"By the way, what about the childhood sweetheart from history? If I could find her and get her to help me deal with Xiao Ming, would my chances of winning be much better?"

At this moment, Wang Quan decided to find his childhood sweetheart.

During this time, he also discovered that the wise and virtuous king Wang Ming had special methods, and whenever he encountered a life-or-death situation, the local people would come to help him.

Although the locals showed impatience after helping Wang Ming.

But I still helped.

Therefore, the royal power also decided to seek help from the indigenous people.

In the early stages, Qingmei was definitely the one among the natives who cared about him the most and listened to him the most.

"Then, where is my childhood sweetheart?"

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"I'm not that fool's childhood sweetheart!"

In an inconspicuous corner of Qingfeng Temple, a little girl named Qinghe was diligently wiping iron ingots.

She would use special oil to repeatedly wipe it, thereby turning ordinary iron into a material for the monks' spellcasting.

"I spent a year researching ancient myths, reading various unofficial histories, and consulting with senior scholars for this historical fragment."

"He even went into the human world to learn various emerging theories of psychology and thinking."

"I came to this historical fragment, claiming to have mastered everything about the indigenous people."

"I can perfectly imitate the natives, first fall in love with Fugui, and then, after Fugui dies, throw myself into the arms of that true and devoted king, Wang Ming."

"I've thought of a hundred ways to throw myself into his arms and then kill him."

"But...why did things turn out this way?"

"Wang Quan, the Flower-Scattering Taoist, how the hell did you become rich and noble?"

"What should I do?"

"To be your childhood sweetheart?"

"Hehe, I'm afraid that if she becomes my childhood sweetheart today, Xiaoming will kill her tomorrow."

"I have to get away from him."

"Based on my understanding of Qinghe's identity, she would definitely stay far away from someone so insane."

"Then I'll stay far away."

"Once I start practicing magic at sixteen, I'll have plenty of ways to kill Xiaoming."

Thinking of this, she smiled.

However, time flew by, and after laughing for more than ten days, she cried.

because:

Wang Quan found her.

Over the past ten days or so, Wang Quan's daily routine has been as follows:

Get to work!

Kill Xiaoming!

Injuried!

Bandage the wound!

Seek the abbot of Qingfeng Temple to persuade him to kill Xiaoming.

Looking for Qingmei.

After more than ten days of unremitting efforts, he finally found the tenth green plum in a remote corner.

Yes, Wang Quan didn't know who Fu Gui's childhood sweetheart was, but he had met many clever people.

He was tainted with the air of a clever rascal, and so, on a whim, he decided to treat all the girls at Qingfeng Temple as his childhood sweethearts.

Qinghe was the last one at Qingfeng Temple.

"What a tragedy!"

Qinghe looked at Wang Quan, who kept giving her malt candy, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

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