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

The black bird flies and the rabbit runs:

January.......

June.......

One year........

The wise and virtuous King Ming wanted to leave the pass and take control of the royal power.

Just as he reached the door, he saw a wall of flesh through the crack in the door.

This fleshy wall was covered with bulging muscles, resembling tumors of varying sizes, which was quite terrifying.

Even more terrifying is:

These tumors intertwined, their lines outlining a shape that resembled a ghostly face.

terrible!

That's absolutely terrifying!

In that instant, Wang Ming made a silent decision: "I'll wait a little longer!"

"My muscles may be impressive, but they are no match for this royal power."

"Unfortunately, although he revealed his identity as a future cultivator, I can only see his title and name, not his legend."

"If I could see the legends, I could trace his weaknesses through them."

"However, I'm not in a hurry."

"My authority and power will greatly increase when the historical fragment is about to end."

"I will definitely witness his legend then."

"If I fail this time, next time I'll search for his legendary weakness and kill him."

"I, Wang Quan, am the strongest."

"I can see through all his tricks."

"Wang Quan is no match for me."

"I must be the ultimate victor."

He used some of the fundamental techniques of his original body to enhance his own power.

For the past two years, he had no way to access it.

Now, as time goes by, he can use it a little bit more.

His fundamental teaching was the Heart Sutra, transmitted by the great master of the philosophy of mind, Wang Yinming.

Through numerous historical fragments, he summarized his experiences while alive, and with his own repeated deductions, he named his fundamental principle "Winning Theory".

This kind of winning strategy is extremely dangerous.

As long as he believes he can win and that he can do it, then he can infinitely move towards success and victory.

With the help of learning tips and tricks, he repeatedly did side jumps, push-ups, squats, etc., which helped him increase his muscle mass, improve his physical strength, and enhance his physique.

Even so...

At this moment, he dared not go out.

Looking at the horrifying face formed by tumor-like muscles outside, he explained to himself:

"I am currently focusing on self-cultivation and building my foundation."

"This is the time to lay a solid foundation, not to fight like thugs."

"Besides, that royal power is only good for building muscle."

"What good are dead muscles besides making people disgusted?"

So... I'm ignoring him.

"Once I've forged an unparalleled foundation, I'll have a million ways to deal with him."

At that moment, he saw his future self easily killing Wang Quan.

He laughed!

He won!

Then he roared, "I'm going into seclusion for another year!"

boom!

The door shook violently, almost bursting open.

Cracks appeared on the door.

Amidst the swirling dust, Wang Quan's furious voice rang out: "Xiao Ming, come out."

"My childhood sweethearts and friends miss you."

"Come out here, or you'll either kill them or they'll kill you."

Wang Ming sneered, "A muscle-bound idiot like you, who the hell would bother arguing with you!"

He disregarded royal authority and continued his spiritual practice.

Outside the door, Wang Quan sighed.

"A tiny door has protected this damned historical anchor."

"No, I have to find a way to kill him."

"Now is the best time."

He was eager to go and find Abbot Qingfeng.

At this moment, the abbot of Qingfeng Temple was coughing up blood.

Seeing Wang Quan approach, he said with a kind and gentle expression, "Fu Gui, you've become stronger again."

"And he also doesn't have to be bald."

"In the future, I can tie my hair up in a bun and become a Taoist priest."

Royal power...

"Master, this isn't about whether I'm bald or not."

"The problem now is that the extraterrestrial demon Xiao Ming must die."

"Master, give me a chance to deliver food, and I'll kill Xiaoming."

"Once Xiaoming dies, everything will be over."

The abbot of Qingfeng Temple coughed up blood. He looked at Wang Quan's body, whose muscles had formed a ghostly face and back, and his mouth twitched: "Xiao Ming is still a child."

"You're a child too."

"Child, please don't fight and kill, okay?"

"You should love each other dearly. Even if you can't be family in the future, you can still be friends who would die for each other!"

"The world is vast. No matter how capable a person is, they cannot stir up any bloodshed or cause any harm to the world."

call!

Wang Quan exhaled a breath of stale air and said in a deep voice, "Abbot, are you getting senile?"

The abbot's lips twitched: "You're the one who's senile, your whole family is senile."

At this moment, Wang Quanfei quickly asked, "Master, do you know about historical fragments? Do you know about world resets?"

The abbot looked bewildered: "I don't know!"

Wang Quan's eyes lit up: "I know! Come, let me tell you!"

The abbot coughed: "I've lived this long and I still don't know this, and you, a little brat, know it?"

Wang Quan laughed loudly, "Because I am not an ordinary child, I am a child who has been guided by the Taoist Master Tianji."

"I know the future."

"So you know how hateful Xiaoming is."

"Let me tell you, this world is actually in a constant cycle of repetition."

"You are just Xiaoming's toys."

"If he wants to kill you, he will kill you; if he wants to torture you, he will torture you."

"When you all die, the world will start anew."

"You will forget everything and then keep repeating the same thing."

"By the way, when you see certain people, things, or words, do you ever feel a sense of déjà vu?"

"This feeling of déjà vu is because you are repeatedly going through the same cycle, constantly repeating the same general feeling."

"Because you've experienced the same people and things countless times."

A look of confusion flashed across Abbot Qingfeng's eyes, then he coughed up blood in a frenzy: "Yes, I haven't forgotten."

"He... no, those were just my wild thoughts after I developed hysteria."

"How could such a big world repeat itself, right?"

As he spoke, he continued to spit out blood, even fragments of his internal organs.

Wang Quan panicked and quickly covered his mouth with his hand: "Master, don't spit it out, swallow it back!"

Glug! Glug!

The abbot swallowed hard.

Upon seeing this, Wang Quan quickly picked up the fragments of the internal organs and fed them to him.

The abbot didn't want to eat it, but Wang Quan forced it into his mouth.

Helpless, the abbot chewed a couple of times haphazardly and quickly said, "I feel much better."

"Go and call your senior brother over."

After a short while, the eldest disciple arrived in a hurry with a group of junior disciples.

The abbot of Qingfeng Temple instructed his senior disciple: "From this moment on, you are the abbot of Qingfeng Temple."

As he spoke, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which transformed into a mark that landed on his senior brother.

The next moment, something appeared on the senior brother's body.

Then the old abbot instructed the other Taoists: "You must do your best to assist our senior brother in making Qingfeng Temple stronger."

"The eldest brother possesses the means to become a primordial spirit."

"Once you reach the required level of cultivation, your senior brother will pass on his techniques to you."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded hastily, "Yes, sir!"

Finally, the old abbot pointed out Wang Quan's complex expression, and he coughed up blood, saying, "Wealth and power are good at talking nonsense..."

Seeing this, Wang Quan quickly covered the old abbot's mouth: "Abbot, stop talking, healing is the priority!"

The abbot struggled, "Let me speak..."

"Stop talking!"

The old abbot: "Woo! Woo! Woo!"

The new abbot, fearing the old abbot might say something inappropriate, quickly advised, "Don't say it!"

The old abbot let out strange cries and struggled.

Wang Quan covered his mouth and nose tightly, afraid that he would talk nonsense.

The old abbot rolled his eyes, twitched a few times, kicked his legs, and breathed his last.

The new viewer breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Quan breathed a sigh of relief and released his grip.

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