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

At the end of August, Wang Quan began to brand and carve the last Daoist script on the Yin God.

He initially thought it would only take one or two months at most to complete.

As a result, the last Daoist inscription was not successfully imprinted even when heavy snow fell in December.

At this moment, the repulsive force of the Yin spirit becomes exceptionally terrifying.

Every time Daowen branded downwards, it was rejected.

Many times during that period, he wanted to give up and complete the transformation directly.

However, the thought that he was only one Dao inscription away from creating a Yang God that surpassed even the highest grade filled him with resentment.

Although he didn't know what was so special about a Yang God who surpassed the highest level, he knew that it was definitely more powerful than a Yang God who surpassed the highest level.

"I've already made it through the previous stages, now I just have to take the final push."

"I can't give up!"

He repeatedly condensed Daoist texts and sent them down to the Yin God.

In September, Dao Wen could not descend even when he was only three feet away from the Yin God.

When the Daoist text fell two feet away from the Yin God in October, it could no longer fall.

Progress was not significant in November; Dao Wen was only one and a half feet away from Yin Shen.

In December, progress was even less: Dao Wen stopped when he was only one foot and two inches away from Yin Shen.

"Now it all depends on skillful water-polishing!"

The metaphor of royal power has become clear.

This last Daoist script seemed to be something that should not exist in the world, and was resisted by the Yin spirit.

If it can be imprinted, then the benefits brought by the last Daoist script will definitely surpass those of a top-grade Yang God.

Now, he may seem to be wasting his time, but he thinks it's worth it.

Heavy snow is falling:

The paper palace maids held up a canopy to shield the people from the wind and snow.

Dozens of spirits were busy on the mountain:

Clearing snow and loosening the soil will allow the grass to grow faster.

The misty grass on the hill has now grown to its fifth generation:

Under the stimulation of spells like [Spring Rain Sprouts], the Misty Grass withers and flourishes every two or three months.

Each cycle of withering and flourishing increases its calming and soothing effect on the monarchy.

After several cycles of withering and flourishing, the hazy grass in the early morning will produce a hazy mist.

The spirits could gather a wisp of mist each day for the king to consume.

This hazy mist can keep Wang Quan's mind free of distractions for six hours, making him appear like a sage.

At this time, he would do his best to imprint the last Dao script.

After the hazy mist effect disappeared, he either cut off the two streams of magic power and sold them, then started refining the magic; or he studied the Taoist scriptures; or he continued to imprint Taoist texts.

Life was dull and boring.

However, just as he once told Ying Jiaren: Cultivating immortality is a lonely thing.

How can one cultivate immortality and become an immortal if one cannot endure loneliness?

Well... although the path of drowning is not conducive to becoming an immortal, one should still try one's best.

On this day, amidst a blizzard, a beautiful snake-woman descended from the sky, riding a gust of wind and snow.

The beautiful serpent swayed its tail and swam over: "Wang Quan, I have achieved Foundation Establishment."

"I'll be hosting a banquet at No. 95, Neifang Jia District, three days from now."

"Do you have time to come over?"

Wang Quan was stunned for a moment. During his time of intensive cultivation, he had long forgotten about the Dreamy Daoist nun's foundation-building.

I didn't expect them to succeed so quickly.

This really surprised him.

"available!"

The other party has reached the Foundation Establishment stage, greatly increasing their lifespan. In a sense, they are no longer the same species as the Qi Refining cultivators.

He wanted to take the opportunity to ask the Taoist nun about her experience in Foundation Establishment.

After all, he has now perfected his [sexual cultivation] power and, theoretically, is qualified to establish his foundation.

Although he won't attempt to reach the Foundation Establishment stage now, knowing some Foundation Establishment experience in advance will definitely be beneficial in the future, allowing him to avoid detours.

Moreover, Wang Quan was also quite curious: where had all the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the Lower Court gone?

Over the years, he had mingled in the lower academy and the second layer of the world, and had seen cultivators who were almost at the Foundation Establishment stage, top-level Yin God cultivators, and the new Foundation Establishment ancestor, but he had never seen a genuine Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Even the second-level cultivators did not see any orthodox Foundation Establishment cultivators in the lower courtyard.

Everyone was curious about where the orthodox Foundation Establishment cultivators had gone.

Now I've come across one that can answer my question.

The beautiful snake is a manifestation of the Taoist nun's belt.

She bowed to the royal authority, her snake tail swaying, and rode the wind and snow, howling away into the distance.

Wang Quan watched her retreating figure, remaining silent for a long time: "Foundation Establishment?"

"Now that my magical power has reached its peak, it's time to consider the Foundation Establishment stage."

"But before that, first transform into a Yang God that surpasses the highest level."

"Also, I wonder what quality the Yang Spirit of the Dreamy Daoist Nun is."

Amidst the raging wind and snow, he patiently imprinted Daoist texts upon himself time and again, gradually drawing closer to the Yin Spirit.

On the morning of the third day, he gathered purple energy, preparing to seize the time to continue imprinting the Daoist script.

As a result, a gust of wind came howling from afar: this wind was like a ribbon more than ten feet wide and seven or eight feet long, hazy blue, like a piece of blue crystal; four or five cultivators stood on it.

The gust of wind landed about a hundred meters away from Wang Quan, and several cultivators jumped down and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Senior Brother Sahua!"

Wang Quan raised an eyebrow: "What is it?"

The leading male cultivator smiled and said, "Senior brother, we've heard that your place produces misty fog; so we'd like to purchase a few."

Wang Quan was stunned.

This hazy mist is only from last month's harvest. The spirits working below wouldn't spread it around, so how do these people know about it?

"How did you know?"

The leading cultivator smiled and said, "Senior brother, a friend of mine cultivates the [Spiritual Medicine, Spiritual Energy, Spiritual Furnace Technique]."

"This fundamental method excels at gathering and searching for various spiritual herbs and spiritual energy."

"He recently discovered a hazy mist over your place, which is why we came here to buy it."

Wang Quan suddenly realized.

He knew this fundamental method, and would eventually be able to cultivate a body full of [spiritual medicine power].

This magic can remove negative forces such as curses and evil influences, as well as heal wounds and even help people restore their magic power.

However, this fundamental method is not good for fighting, hiding, or escaping, which is why he did not choose it in the first place.

Hearing this, he shook his head: "The amount of misty fog here is not much. I will use one batch as soon as it is produced."

"You can go to the miscellaneous items hall and look for it, or ask around."

Several cultivators chuckled; "There's no hazy mist in the Miscellaneous Goods Hall."

"Senior brother, we're willing to pay a high price!"

High price?

Wang Quan was curious about how much these cultivators could give.

He now imprints the Daoist texts on his mind entirely through diligent practice.

Now, the simple Misty Grass is enough for him to practice his skills. Whether there is one more or one less layer of Misty Mist, it doesn't make much difference to him now.

With that thought in mind, he asked, "So, how much are you offering?"

The leading cultivator said, "Thirty thousand Qingfu!"

After speaking, the cultivator felt uneasy, fearing that the king would refuse.

The king remained silent.

Thirty thousand green cicadas were nothing to him now.

He wanted to refuse.

However, when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the deep longing and expectation in the eyes of these cultivators, he casually asked, "What can this thing be used for?"

The leading cultivator didn't hide anything and quickly said, "We want to forge a meditation artifact."

"That magical artifact, if it could be cleansed with a misty fog, would have double the effect."

"We should have given you more money."

"But...we really have no money left!"

"But brother, we'll make up for it as soon as we have it!"

"Or, if you ever need our help in the future, while we dare not say we would repay you with our lives, we can at least cheer you on and support you!"

After speaking, they felt uneasy and secretly observed the king's reaction.

Wang Quan remained silent, recalling the help he had received from Round Face, Dreamy Taoist Nun, and others, then smiled and said, "Alright!"

"If I ever need anything in the future, I will definitely ask for your help!"

The cultivators readily agreed. After exchanging their identity tokens, they pooled together 30,000 Qingfu coins and bought a wisp of mist.

"Senior brother, shall we come back at the same time tomorrow to make our purchase?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "Come again the day after tomorrow!"

"I might not be there at this time tomorrow."

The cultivators repeatedly bowed in gratitude, then rode on the flowing green wind ribbons and sped away.

Wang Quan stared at their retreating figures, somewhat dazed: "Four or five cultivators, joining forces to forge a magic artifact? Joining forces to buy materials?"

"How will these ritual implements be divided in the future?"

"Will they turn against us because of this magical artifact?"

"If we don't fall out, I can still contact them if I need anything in the future."

"If we fall out because of this magical artifact..."