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

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One by one, the millstone-sized tortoise shells cracked open, eventually shattering into pieces on the ground.

All of this indicates that the timing is wrong and not conducive to travel.

One by one, the turtles were forced to shed their shells and offer them up; after a while, they held their broken shells and wept bitterly.

The Taoist nun, bored, fiddled with her identity token, glanced at the many comments from her friends, and finally her gaze fell on Wang Quan's name.

"My great-aunt was about to say goodbye to him forever, and all he did was respond with an 'oh'."

"Sigh, I never imagined our friendship would be so fragile."

"Indeed, this farewell may be the last!"

"Friendship, too, ended at this moment."

She sighed.

Just then, a voice came from behind her: "Fellow Daoist Master of Ceremonies, it's been a long time! You're as charming as ever!"

The master of ceremonies turned her head and saw that the person who came was actually Wang Quan.

She looked on in surprise: "What brings you here?"

Wang Quan smiled and said, "You're leaving anyway, how could I not come?"

Why are you suddenly leaving?

The emcee, a Taoist nun, had mixed feelings and finally muttered, "Fellow Daoist Dream, analyze the pros and cons with me."

"She said that if I survive the mission of opening up the new lower temple, I will have the opportunity to complete the three or even five spiritual light foundations in the future."

"Having more spiritual energy will make you stronger after Foundation Establishment."

"So, I'm going to take a gamble!"

Wang Quan nodded. He didn't try to persuade him, but simply wished him a safe journey and that he would surely become a Foundation Establishment cultivator with five spiritual lights in the future.

The emcee, a Taoist nun, was amused by him and burst into laughter: "I never imagined that besides scattering flowers, you could also be so eloquent!"

From the clouds, the dreamlike Taoist nun's lips twitched upon witnessing this scene.

To maintain the dignity of a Foundation Establishment Grandmaster, she dared not descend in her true form; however, she secretly placed a belt that transformed into a beautiful snake and approached, using the snake's mouth to chat happily with Wang Quan and the master of ceremonies.

A cup of tea...

A stick of incense...

Two incense sticks...

Normally, Wang Quan and the emcee and Meng Huan don't seem to talk much. When they work together, after finishing the wedding or funeral, they exchange a few simple pleasantries and then part ways.

But at this moment, the three of them had so much to say.

They talked about interesting stories from weddings and funerals, mentioned unusual events, and looked to the future.

Finally, they mentioned the aloof Taoist nun, Fairy Qin.

"She also went to the new lower house with us. Many of her clients also went to the new lower house. Now those clients are like sycophants, fawning over her and swearing to protect her."

Wang Quan suddenly realized.

The three talked about the past, the present, and finally the future, agreeing to stay in touch and communicate with each other.

Suddenly, a cheer erupted.

The three looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of naked turtle spirits jumping and laughing and crying like madmen.

At this moment, on the altar, a diviner monk held aloft a tortoise shell the size of a millstone and proclaimed loudly, "Finally, the divination has yielded great fortune... Everyone, great fortune!"

A moment later, many cultivators and spirits raised their arms and shouted, "Colorful! Colorful! Colorful!"

On the cloud, the Foundation Establishment cultivators exchanged glances, and one of them stood up and asked, "Are the construction crew members present?"

"exist!"

"Repair the armor of these turtle spirits."

"Yes, sir!"

The monks in the construction camp drilled holes in the broken tortoise shells and pieced them together with chains, hemp ropes, and other materials. Finally, they added several iron hoops and copper hoops to the shells.

The turtle spirits were unhappy, but the monks from the construction camp comforted them, saying, "Just wear these for now and get used to them."

One of the turtle spirits said expectantly, "You'll be able to fix it for us later, right?"

The cultivator coughed: "Once you've all adapted, there'll be no need for cultivation anymore!"

Upon hearing this, the turtle spirits were filled with sorrow.

They wanted to cause trouble, but seeing everyone cheering, they immediately abandoned their plans.

Seeing this, Wang Quan was quite dissatisfied: "Couldn't they have just fixed it properly?"

"After all, they put in a lot of effort."

The ethereal Daoist nun smiled and said, "Don't worry, once we're on our way, I'll instruct the cultivators who built it to finish the repairs as soon as possible!"

"alright!"

"We should go now. Let's keep in touch!"

The master of ceremonies, a Taoist nun, smiled and said, "Wang Quan, from now on, all the weddings and funerals in this market will be yours!"

Wang Quan nodded.

boom! boom! boom!

Smoke and clouds rose beneath the feet of many cultivators.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators chanted scriptures and incantations, and then all the smoke and clouds somehow connected together.

At this moment, a dozen or so Foundation Establishment cultivators lit sandalwood incense, offered prayers, and after paying their final respects to the drowned lower courtyard, shouted, "Let's go!"

Orthodox cultivators, new-method cultivators, human martial artists, spirits, carriages, and horses all landed on this enormous cloud.

These colorful clouds soared into the distance, moving faster than a single cloud.

On the earth, Wang Quan watched the clouds drift away, and for a moment he felt quite melancholy.

In the few years he'd been in the Lower House, he felt most familiar with the emcee and Dream.

They parted ways hastily.

"Who knows when we'll meet again!"

"However, if I am strong enough, what is called very far away is just a short distance away."

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By the end of January, more than two million monks had left the Drowned Lower Temple.

The huge market was a bit deserted at first, and it took more than two months for it to become lively again.

After all, the Lower House lacks everything except people and spirits.

A large number of seekers of immortality flocked in from all directions, continuing to create prosperity.

Spirits and monsters, like the chives in the fields, keep appearing.

Now, the spirits no longer have to worry about being suddenly kidnapped and roasted into jerky while sleeping at home, nor do they have to worry about suddenly disappearing on their way to work.

However, the spirits who were attached to the royal power did not take the opportunity to leave, but all stayed and refused to leave no matter what.

When the king asked them why they didn't leave, the spirits replied confidently, "Because it's safe here!"

"I can still eat my fill!"

"I still have work to do!"

A group of spirits chattered excitedly about the many benefits.

Wang Quan remained silent after hearing this.

These spirits are quite interesting; they don't ask for wages and help with chores every day.

Although their skills aren't as good as those of formally hired employees, they can still do a decent job.

Wang Quan asked them curiously why they did this, and they excitedly replied, "We are learning from experience."

"With experience, you can get a job and then get married."

A groundhog spirit exclaimed excitedly, "I've saved enough money! I'm going to marry a real monster!"

"I've heard that genuine demons are top-notch in both physique and bloodline."

The king remained silent.

Most of the names of monsters are actually the evolved forms of spirits.

They can fully transform into human form, equivalent to a human Foundation Establishment cultivator.

However, most demons' magical arts are not systematic, so their fighting methods are generally unremarkable.

However, many monsters do not value magic, but instead focus on enhancing their flesh and blood to gain stronger melee combat abilities.

A spirit desires to marry a demon.

This is just like a Qi Refining cultivator trying to pursue a Foundation Establishment cultivator: the success rate is extremely low.

Wang Quan didn't think much of the groundhog.

However, he still praised him, saying, "Then work hard, I believe in you!"

The groundhog scratched its head and grinned, its eyes crinkling with laughter: "Don't worry, sir, I will work hard and practice my digging skills diligently; in the future, I will dig a huge underground palace for my wife."

"That's ambitious!"