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

The abbot of Qingfeng Temple was ultimately just an insignificant figure in history.

Under the orders of the wise and virtuous King Wang Ming, he finally couldn't withstand the pressure and put him in solitary confinement.

"Xiao Ming, you'd better reform yourself in there, and I'll release you in a year!"

Inside the room, Wang Ming, the True Lord of Understanding, gritted his teeth: "Master, you'd better keep me locked up until I'm sixteen."

Wang Quan and others were not allowed to cultivate before the age of sixteen, and he was also restricted in the same way.

"Even if I don't get that gourd, I can still rise to prominence with ease."

"At that time, I will make Wang Quan wish he were dead."

At this moment, the abbot roared, "Xiao Ming, at your age, you should be wiping tables and sweeping floors!"

"How can you work if you're being held in solitary confinement?"

Xiaoming...

Wang Quan fanned the flames from the side: "Master, this guy is a demon from beyond the realm."

"He's hiding inside, wanting to eat our food and drink our water."

"And you, old man, are going to personally serve him."

"He came here to cause trouble for Qingfeng Temple."

"Master, listen to me, kill him!"

"Once he's dead, it's all over."

Abbot Qingfeng's expression showed struggle:

His face was sometimes contorted with rage, and sometimes expressionless.

Wang Quan gave a wink to the girls around him, and they in turn gave a wink to their childhood sweetheart.

The many childhood friends immediately shouted, "Master, kill him!"

The girls seized the opportunity to shout, "Kill him!"

Wang Quan jumped in front of Abbot Qingfeng and pointed at the crowd, saying, "Look, this is where the people's hearts lie."

"Kill him!"

The many childhood friends raised their arms and shouted, "Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

Inside the room, Xiaoming's face was pale.

He frantically mobilized his anchoring authority to suppress the abbot of Qingfeng Temple and the Taoist priests.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead: "Why are the insignificant figures in history becoming increasingly weary of me?"

"Is it because I made them reset too many times?"

"Is it because I massacred them when we first reset?"

In the memory of the True Lord Wang Ming, when this thought kept repeating itself in this world, he was initially lawless and wantonly slaughtered the living beings in historical fragments because his Dao heart was shattered.

After countless such brutal killings, during one of the historical resettings, he noticed that the way historical figures looked at him was a bit strange.

Only then did he stop his torture and venting.

In the days that followed, history was reset time and time again, and the tyranny in the eyes of these historical figures gradually disappeared.

Over the years, he thought everything would return to normal.

Unexpectedly, the arrival of the monarchy revealed to him that these seemingly insignificant historical figures still harbored resentment towards him.

"No, perhaps it's not that some insignificant historical figure holds a grudge against me, but rather that this particular historical event holds a grudge against me."

The wise and discerning King Ming discovered that with the arrival of royal power, history both helped him and hated him.

This was the first time he had encountered such a change, or even the first time he had ever heard of it.

This change was something that even the "Young Master" of that time hadn't explained in detail.

Outside, the shouts and cheers ceased.

That was the abbot of Qingfeng Temple suppressing a group of young Taoist disciples.

Before leaving, Wang Quan peeked through the crack in the door and shouted, "Xiao Ming, don't worry."

"I will always protect you!"

"From this day forward, and forever."

"You can't escape."

"As long as you leave this door, I will definitely bring my righteous allies and kill you, you extraterrestrial demon."

Xiao Ming was so angry he wanted to curse: "You're the real extraterrestrial demon!"

It was quiet outside the door.

Wang Ming, the confidant of the lord within the gate, was filled with sorrow:

"How did things turn out like this?"

"This is not the life I want."

"I'd rather repeat the same routine day after day than live a life that leaves me with a hole in my head."

Woo! Woo! Woo!

After feeling sad for a while, Xiao Ming composed himself and began to cultivate diligently.

"In the original history, we didn't start our spiritual practice until we were sixteen."

"However, Wang Quan, the Flower-Scattering Taoist, broke this convention."

"I must break through too."

He dared not practice true martial arts, fearing it would cause historical upheaval.

Therefore, he could only lie on the ground and do push-ups, sit-ups, and repeated side jumps.

With each workout, he felt his muscles grow, but he didn't go bald yet.

"If things continue like this, by the time I turn sixteen, I'll have a hundred ways to take over the throne."

He trained, trained, and trained again.

Whenever he was tired or weary, he would touch the wound on his head and think about the humiliation inflicted by the royal power.

Then, he rallied his spirits again, trained like crazy, and practiced diligently.

He is trying.

Many future cultivators are also working hard.

Moreover, they work harder than this guy.

They only sleep for an hour, or even half an hour, each day, spending the rest of their time constantly exploring the rules within historical fragments and striving to improve themselves as much as possible.

Through their efforts, they became stronger, and they also went bald.

These guys are working hard, and Qinghe is working hard too.

Taking advantage of her status as Wang Quan's childhood friend, she obsequiously demanded the secrets of cultivation.

"Brother, I want to grow as tall and strong as you."

Wang Quan rubbed her head: "Silly girl, you're just a native. I'm passing on the secret to you because I'm afraid you'll be bewitched by that extraterrestrial demon and end up leaking the secret."

Qinghe was dumbfounded.

She could think of a hundred reasons why the king could refuse, but she never expected this excuse.

Not wanting to reveal her identity, she resorted to other means to bring over Wang Quan's other childhood friends.

As a result, the king refused them all.

"Silly girl, why are you thinking so much?"

"This secret technique will make you all muscle, and you'll look pretty bad then."

Many young girls, fearing they wouldn't be good-looking enough for the king to reject, stopped pressuring him.

In order to maintain her public image, Qinghe had no choice but to give up.

But she was unwilling to give up, and would secretly watch Wang Quan's cultivation from time to time.

The cultivation of royal power is inherited from the forbidden [Emperor].

These practices can be understood outwardly, but they involve more internal processes such as breathing and energy manipulation.

These forces gradually improve the flesh, bones, internal organs, and even the skin and hair.

Wang Quan even had a feeling:

This forbidden cultivation method taught by the [Emperor] shows signs of breaking the restrictions of historical rules.

Normally, he can only improve his physical fitness and increase his strength.

Once this strength reaches the limit for a normal person, without special bloodlines, that's about it for the rest of their life.

As a result, without any special bloodline or physique, Wang Quan actually broke through the limits of strength.

Although breaking the limit doesn't increase power much, it's still quite significant for the royal power.

This means he broke the rules of history.

"The Forbidden Emperor, he only taught me a little bit of the basics, and he's already so powerful."

"If I were to learn all the forbidden [Emperor's] methods, what would become of me?"

At this moment, Wang Quan wished he could go back immediately and then go to that era fragment to fight the forbidden [Emperor] for three hundred rounds.

Unfortunately, we can't go back now.

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