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

Wang Quan did not understand the sorrow of the future cultivator Qinghe.

He thought the other person was crying tears of joy.

Thinking of this, he smiled: "Don't cry. Come here, from now on you'll be my childhood sweetheart. Listen to me, and I'll give you malt candy every day."

"Let me tell you, this maltose is very expensive."

"But it's very sweet."

"eat!"

Wang Quan stuffed maltose into Qinghe's mouth.

Qinghe tried to push it out with her tongue, but Wang Quan kept stuffing it into her mouth: "Eat!"

"Eat without worry!"

"I have money, I'll buy you things every day."

Qinghe finally ate the maltose with tears in her eyes.

Wang Quan chatted with her, talking about the cicadas in summer, the golden wheat in autumn, the wind and snow in winter, and the butterflies in spring.

Qinghe listened numbly. After a long while, Wang Quan stood up and rubbed her head: "If you behave in the future, I'll give you something good."

Qinghe looked up, maintaining her persona, her eyes brimming with tears: "Why...why are you so good to me?"

Wang Quan smiled: "Because you are my childhood sweetheart!"

At this moment, Qinghe's heart was stirred by a slight ripple.

This reminded her of her childhood, when she played innocently with the village kids.

Childhood sweethearts, how innocent we were in our youth!

She thought she could never go back.

But now, encountering scenes from her youth again stirred a ripple in her heart.

But she quickly suppressed that slight ripple: "Damn it, this guy is definitely up to no good, why am I so touched?"

The king is gone.

Qinghe continued wiping the iron ingots.

Time flies like an arrow, and the days pass by one by one.

January......

Wang Quan diligently delivered maltose and even pastries to a dozen or so young girls, while simultaneously working hard to assassinate Xiao Ming.

Today he puts fecal water in Xiaoming's food, tomorrow Xiaoming will poison his water.

The two of them were making a fuss.

However, Wang Quan focused more of his attention on those Taoist priests and the abbot of Qingfeng Temple.

He observed the changes in the mentality and expressions of these people after Xiaoming called for help.

March......

Wang Quan became familiar with many of his childhood sweethearts.

Many of the young girls would tip him off in exchange for maltose.

These childhood sweethearts also found some childhood friends to help keep an eye on Xiaoming's every move.

As a result, Wang Quan's attacks on Xiao Ming intensified dramatically.

One year.......

Including Qinghe, all the little green plums are now the iron-willed green plums of the royal power.

Whenever Wang Quan beats Xiao Ming, these childhood friends, baring their teeth and showing their gaping teeth, rush up to help Wang Quan beat Xiao Ming.

Wang Quan discovered that Xiao Ming dared to kill him, but wouldn't kill his childhood friends.

However, on one occasion, Wang Quan pushed Xiao Ming to the brink. When Xiao Ming, facing a life-or-death situation, begged his many childhood friends to help him fight back against Wang Quan, they refused.

This puts Xiaoming in a very dangerous situation.

Then, he severely injured one of Wang Quan's childhood sweethearts.

When the green plum fell to the ground and bled profusely, Wang Quan felt as if the whole world had frozen.

No, it's not that the world has frozen, but that everything in Qingfeng Temple has frozen.

Although it was only a short breath, it was enough for Wang Quan to guess some things.

Time returned to normal, and Wang Quan saw that the Abbot of Qingfeng Temple and all the Taoist priests had appeared.

A Taoist priest grabbed some medicinal herbs and vigorously rubbed them onto the green plum. The green plum instantly became lively and energetic, and even the cavities in its mouth were cured.

Little Green Plum is lively and energetic.

However, the abbot of Qingfeng Temple and the others still looked grim.

They rebuked the wise and righteous King Ming, and their rebukes became increasingly harsh.

Wang Ming, the wise and virtuous ruler, looked grim and kept explaining something.

Finally, he kowtowed and apologized.

Finally, Abbot Qingfeng rebuked him, "From now on, you will be confined for a year."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan was taken aback.

If Abbot Qingfeng is so angry, why is he still helping Xiaoming?

What's going on?

At this moment, he saw Xiaoming get up and run away in a flash.

This result left Wang Quan stunned.

After Xiaoming ran away, Abbot Qingfeng suddenly became furious.

He didn't seem like a cultivator at all, but rather like an ordinary person, frantically smashing everything in his path.

Meanwhile, the other Taoist priests also went berserk and became agitated.

Even his childhood friends were baring their teeth and cursing angrily, saying that Xiaoming was a scoundrel.

At that moment, Wang Quan finally understood: "The wise and virtuous King Wang Ming has repeated himself too much in these historical fragments. These historical beings are tired of him, so they hate him?"

"And their help to Xiaoming is related to his anchored identity?"

"Did they just feel even more disgusted with him after he helped them?"

"If that's the case, should I let Xiaoming harm more indigenous people?"

At this moment, Wang Quan had a new idea.

Unfortunately... Xiao Ming chose solitary confinement himself.

The next day, he wanted to poison Xiaoming, even if it didn't kill him, he wanted to disgust him to death.

As a result, Abbot Qingfeng personally delivered food to Xiaoming.

This left the royal power with no way to act.

Unwilling to give up, he found a secluded spot and began digging a tunnel, intending to crawl in and kill Xiaoming.

As a result, they couldn't dig any further when they were halfway through the tunnel, because the bottom was all made of stone that had been refined by magic.

Even if he hadn't truly cultivated yet, he would probably need to use lightning and fire to break in.

"That's enough!"

"It's only been a year."

"You spend a year developing, and that year is also a good opportunity for me to strengthen myself."

"One year from now, we'll see who lives and who dies."

Wang Quan suppressed the murderous intent boiling in his heart.

He's waiting, waiting a year from now.

Qinghe is also waiting, waiting until she turns sixteen.

Near Qingfeng Temple, there were six or seven aspiring monks, diligently playing their roles in life.

Then, in this limited life, one must maneuver and find ways to improve one's abilities as quickly as possible.

They either gathered followers or stockpiled medicinal herbs and materials.

When their time to shine in history arrives, they will train like madmen, quickly increasing their strength and then suppressing the historical anchor.

"It must be successful on the first try!"

Although the future cultivators had no means to contact each other, they all had the same thought in their minds.

Because everyone knows that the first time you fight someone, it's the easiest time to kill them.

If they fail, they will suffer an even worse fate when history is reset next time.

With many thoughts in mind, everyone is working hard.

Royal power is no exception.

January.......

May.......

One year........

Time is up.

Wang Quan was eager to get started, leading a group of childhood sweethearts, who in turn led a group of childhood friends.

Everyone carried sticks, lime, and other materials, and stood guard at the door, waiting for Xiaoming to come out.

In the confinement room, Wang Ming, the confidant of the emperor, took a deep breath and stretched his limbs.

His bones and muscles cracked and popped all over his body; his once frail body had become exceptionally strong.

"Wang Quan, I was careless at first."

"Now that you have a year to prepare, let's see how you kill me."

"How could you kill me?"

"Do you really think that with each reset, I didn't prepare anything?"

"In a few days, I'll show you what I'm capable of."

With that thought in mind, he pushed open the door.

Then, he looked at Wang Quan, who was protecting all his childhood friends in front of him.

Seeing the group of excited teenagers with fierce looks in their eyes, he silently closed the door.

A moment later, a heart-wrenching scream came from inside the room: "Master, lock me up for another year, no, three years of solitary confinement!"

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