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

The spirits went to pick up their families with great joy.

Even spirits like butterflies, dragonflies, and leafhoppers, which have no value in being made into jerky, went to fetch their families.

The spirits set off in the morning and returned at dusk.

However, some of the spirits looked sad, and the rabbit spirit choked up and kowtowed when it saw Wang Quan.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir!"

Wang Quan said calmly, "That was just a casual remark I made; there's no need to thank me!"

Upon hearing this, the rabbit spirit, Tao Tao, burst into tears: "If it weren't for Master's permission for me to go back, my family would all have turned into jerky and spicy rabbit heads."

Wang Quan asked in surprise, "What's going on?"

The rabbit spirit muttered, "When I got back, I ran into a group of cultivators who were capturing my family; they also wanted to capture me, skin me, and chop off my head; luckily, I held up the identity token given to me by the master and escaped."

"After seeing the identity token bestowed upon me by the master, those cultivators not only spared me, but also spared the rest of my family."

"Thank you, sir!"

Wang Quan glanced at the dozen or so timid rabbits behind the rabbit spirit and sighed, "Well, make sure they're settled in."

The rabbit spirit and her family kowtowed in gratitude, and the other spirits also expressed their thanks.

Because these spirits and monsters have also encountered similar things to varying degrees.

If they didn't have identity tokens given by the royal authority, they would either become dried meat or mounts.

Anyway, the outcome won't be good.

The spirits were busy, digging holes at the foot of the mountain, finding cracks in rocks, or building nests in trees to settle their families.

On the mountain, Wang Quan continued to imprint Daoist script, attempting to reach the ten thousand and first Daoist script.

As night fell, the last Daoist scription drew one step closer to the Yin God.

The gains were small, but it was an improvement over yesterday.

"After gathering magical energy to exchange for the Azure Dragon, we'll continue refining it."

"Let's try to get it done as soon as possible."

At this moment, a butterfly appeared out of nowhere at the foot of the mountain. This butterfly, black and white, appeared and disappeared, heading straight for Wang Quan.

At the same time, the butterfly also emitted strange vibrations.

Once the king sensed this fluctuation, he instantly understood that the butterfly had flown from the second layer of the world.

It was the means by which the cultivators of the main body contacted him.

He silently recited an incantation, and the butterfly fluttered down, landing on his fingertip:

【Brother Durenjing, are you going to open a branch temple?】

If you go, please leave us a message.

Wang Quan immediately responded: "I won't go."

call!

He sprayed a breath of magic onto the butterfly, and the butterfly fluttered into the air, crossing the boundary between reality and illusion, and entering the second layer of the world.

The Second World:

Hundreds of cultivators who had descended to their true forms sat silently at the entrance of the dining hall, creating a rather solemn atmosphere.

At this moment, seeing the butterfly flying over, a cultivator quickly called it over.

Upon seeing the message, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Everyone, Brother Durenjing is not going to open a new branch temple."

Upon hearing this, many cultivators breathed a sigh of relief.

They can all descend to the second layer of the world in their true form, which is much stronger than the Dreamy Taoist Nun's foundation.

Most of them looked down on the benefits and perks offered by opening a new lower house.

Therefore, most of them do not want to leave.

Only a few dozen cultivators, due to various reasons such as family, Daoist partners, and cultivation level, decided to go and establish a new lower academy.

However, whether they were preparing to leave or staying, they all feared the loss of the monarchy.

Without royal authority, relying solely on themselves, it would be impossible to completely clean up this dining hall in their lifetime and obtain the gifts of the second world.

Only if the king who possesses the power to save others remains will they have the opportunity to receive this gift during their lifetime.

Many cultivators are just one small gift away from making rapid progress.

However, if one wishes to bestow gifts, the royal authority must intervene.

Now that they had received confirmation, many cultivators breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Durenjing is still working hard on the Yang Shen Jing; although his progress is slow now, I believe that in another three to five years, he will definitely be able to transform into a top-grade Yang Shen."

"Then, cleaning the canteen will be much more efficient," one cultivator said happily.

After a short while, a cultivator stood up: "Everyone, although we will ultimately have to rely on Brother Daoist Durenjing, we must also make our own efforts."

"Otherwise, when this cafeteria goes out of business, we won't receive much in return!"

The other cultivators nodded: "Let's go, let's cleanse the evil!"

Many cultivators entered the dining hall in batches and began the tedious and dangerous process of repeated cleaning.

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On the hill, the hazy grass swayed in the moonlight.

Wang Quan set up an incense table and lit sandalwood incense.

He tapped the "Plain Moon Paper-cut Box" with his fingers, and many moon phases appeared in the air.

He unleashed a burst of magical power upon the white jade plate, causing it to rise into the air.

The smoke curled upwards as the "Bright Moon Illuminates Me" technique was activated, capturing the moonlight from within a radius of several thousand meters.

Moonlight descended upon the moon's phases, falling onto the white jade plate, and finally followed the smoke from the incense sticks into its inner realm, transforming into countless threads that eventually wove together to form a magical power.

Down the mountain, many spirits and monsters also began to dance and hold sacrifices.

They built an altar with stones, placed a hare on it, and then sang and danced around the altar.

Their unenlightened descendants either played around or clumsily imitated them.

The scene looked quite lively.

This technique was the "Moon Worship Ritual" art taught to them by the royal authority.

This spell is used to help collect moonlight.

As the spirits performed the sacrifice, the wild rabbit burned and turned into a wisp of white smoke that shot into the sky, transforming into a giant rabbit in the air.

The rabbit somehow produced a pestle and began pounding medicine at the moon.

one time.....

Fifth grade...

Ten times...

As the rabbit pokes at the moon, the moon seems to grow closer to them, and then it showers down even more moonlight.

The moonlight gathered on the white jade plate, which creaked and groaned, unable to bear its weight.

Even with all his might, Wang Quan couldn't refine the moonlight.

His spirit emerged and began chanting scriptures.

With the next breath, much of the excess moonlight flowed like a stream, meandering and falling upon the many spirits and their descendants.

The moonlight fell, and the spirits absorbed a small portion of it. The rest of the moonlight gathered above their heads, waiting for the king to collect it.

Although the moonlight they received was only a small fraction of the moonlight gathered by the royal power and the Moon Worship Festival, it was still enough to make the spirits overjoyed.

They usually practice their magic to collect moonlight, working hard for several days, but they still can't collect this much moonlight.

Moreover, the king was kind-hearted and left some moonlight for his descendants.

With the moonlight nourishing their minds, the chances of these offspring becoming spirits and monsters increased greatly.

Half an hour...

One hour...

Three hours...

Wang Quan refined ten streams of magical power, and only stopped after he could exchange one stream of essence for it.

At this moment, he took out a white jade gourd from his treasure pouch, gently patted it, and muttered incantations.

With the next breath, the gourd sprouted translucent wings, soared into the air, and landed on the heads of the spirits, absorbing the excess moonlight one by one.

The moonlight settles inside the gourd; if left unattended, it will transform into the essence of moonlight over thousands of years.

If tempered using spells or mana, depending on the tempering method, it can be accelerated by hundreds or even tens of thousands of times to transform into moonlight essence or other moonlight-related materials.

Not long after, Wang Quan finished his ritual and ordered the spirits to disperse.

The group of spirits happily went back to their nests to sleep.

Wang Quan himself continued the tedious process of imprinting and polishing the last [Yang Shen Jing] Dao scripture.

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