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

At dawn, the sun rose high in the sky, and purple clouds filled the air.

After Wang Quan absorbed the purple energy, his Yang Shen directly stepped into the second layer of the world.

The second layer of the world during the day was extremely desolate: the largest number of Yin Gods could not enter, and only a few Yang Gods and hundreds of Body Cultivators were at the entrance of the dining hall.

This time, when Wang Quan entered, he no longer concealed himself but revealed his face.

Many cultivators, both those at the Yang God level and those at the Body level, were quite surprised to see him.

However, a few Yang Spirits recognized him: "Are you the Flower-Scattering Taoist?"

"I remember you've only been practicing cultivation for a few years, how come you've already cultivated a Yang Spirit so quickly?"

"You're quite capable!"

Wang Quan smiled and said, "It's alright!"

The other cultivators were quite pleased to learn that Wang Quan was a newly promoted Yang God and nodded to him in a friendly manner.

A few days ago, a large number of Yin Spirit and Yang Spirit experts went with Foundation Establishment cultivators to open up new lower courtyards.

The second layer of the world is currently short-handed; if there were one more Yang God, their progress could be accelerated significantly.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Wang Quan noticed the cultivator he frequently interacted with and went over to speak the coded message to prove his identity.

Upon hearing the coded message, the cultivator in his true form was utterly astonished: "You... you're actually Brother Daoist of the Salvation Scripture?"

Upon hearing this, the other cultivators and the many Yang Gods were stunned and incredulous.

The few Yang Shen cultivators who knew Wang Quan were especially bewildered.

"No... Brother Durenjing, no, Brother Sahua, you..."

For a moment, they were incoherent.

Because they all speculated about the identity of the transitional monk, Brother Jingdao. Many people thought that he was either a seasoned veteran from the lower academy, or a heretical cultivator from another place; or even a legitimate cultivator from the Xuanmen sect who came here for travel.

The only unexpected thing was that the Daoist brother who could permanently cleanse evil was a cultivator who had only been practicing for a few years.

At this moment, a cultivator in his true form laughed heartily: "Brother Sahua, I always thought you were a seasoned veteran who had cultivated for over twenty years, or even several decades."

"I didn't expect you to be so young!"

"That's truly amazing!"

Wang Quan smiled: "What a stroke of luck! What a stroke of luck!"

Many cultivators were curious about him.

However, no one asked him how he managed to cultivate a Yang God in just a few years, and even a top-grade Yang God at that.

After all, every monk has his own secrets.

Moreover, those who can refine top-grade Yang Gods are not weaklings; rashly probing them will surely result in being attacked.

Moreover, the other party also possessed the "Scripture of Saving People," making them the key figures in their rapid acquisition of the gifts of the second layer of the world.

This is something we absolutely must not offend.

After exchanging pleasantries, one of the cultivators asked, "Brother Sahua, how do you plan to clean up this cafeteria now?"

Wang Quan smiled: "Continue cleaning the area around the cafeteria."

"First, carve Taoist scriptures on all the outer walls, doors, windows, pillars, and roof."

"Clean up little by little, from the outside in."

The cultivators nodded: "Alright!"

"You cleanse the evil, and we will arrange for people to carve Taoist scriptures and cleanse from within."

After a brief assignment of tasks, everyone got busy.

Most of the monks went into the dining hall to repeatedly cleanse themselves of evil, while a small number went outside to adjust their state.

The cultivator who frequently dealt with royal power waited beside him to carve the Daoist scriptures.

At this moment, Wang Quan stood in front of a pillar in the hall, preparing to recite the sutra for saving people.

On the pillars of this hall, there are several dragon reliefs with tumors and tentacles that roam around.

Upon seeing the king, they immediately cried out, "Disaster! Disaster!"

"Damn it, it's happening again!"

A relief of a dragon ran up a pillar in the hall, only to crash into the eaves, its head splitting open and oozing a foul-smelling liquid, screaming in agony.

A dragon relief sculpture was running downwards, but it was blocked by a stone pier.

There's also a dragon relief sculpture covering its eyes, trembling.

The last dragon relief, seemingly using small sticks as incense, is cradled in its paws and repeatedly kowtows to the king, crying, "Damn it, don't kill me!"

"In my entire life, I've only ever been a mascot on this pillar in the hall; I've never eaten a human being, not even a single bite!"

"Spare me!"

Wang Quan sighed, "It's not that you're afraid to eat it, it's that you can't get any!"

boom!

The dragon relief threw down the stick, pointed its claws at Wang Quan, and cursed, "Damn it, you just want to seize my homeland, don't you?"

"Come on, if you've got the guts, hit me here. If you can't kill me, don't even think about taking my home."

Wang Quan smiled and recited the sutra for saving people.

One stream of magical power flew out, and one recitation of the Sutra of Salvation came to an end.

The ferryman transformed into a hammer, sickle, nail, and other objects, which landed on this dragon relief.

Pfft!

Nails pierced the dragon's body and limbs, causing the dragon relief to howl in pain: "Brothers, save me!"

However, the other dragons ran even faster; but no matter how fast they ran, they couldn't escape this pillar.

boom!boom!

The hammer blows against the dragon's muscles, bones, and skull.

The dragon relief sculpture, with evil water flowing from its seven orifices, pleads incessantly, "Damn it, I was wrong!"

Click!

The sickle that the ferryman transformed into slashed across its neck.

The head is separated.

The dragon relief let out a miserable cry, turned into a wisp of green smoke and soared into the sky before dissipating into nothingness.

The remaining dragon reliefs...

Royal power...

Ontological monk...

"Fellow Daoist, have you... become stronger? Or... has the cafeteria's essence weakened?"

Wang Quan asked blankly, "Didn't you say that the second layer of the world during the day is several times more terrifying than the nighttime one?"

"Normally, it would take me at least seven or eight, or even more than ten, recitations of the 'Salvation Sutra' to defeat an evil being!"

"Why is it so easy this time?"

The cultivator in his true form was even more bewildered: "I don't understand!"

"Why don't you try the next one?"

Wang Quan nodded, then locked onto another dragon relief and began reciting the sutra for saving people.

This time, the act of ferrying people back to heaven was transformed into chains, which were used to lash them.

The dragon relief is ferocious, with its mouth split open, from which half a human figure emerges.

This man, wielding a long spear, fought with the ferryman across the chains.

But as soon as the last line of scripture ended, the dragon was violently whipped to pieces, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating.

"miserable!"

"miserable!"

"miserable!"

The last dragon lamented, "Damn it! Today you slaughtered my brothers and sisters, one day you will surely face retribution!"

Wang Quan calmly replied, "I have no brothers or sisters!"

The dragon relief sculpture gritted its teeth: "The retribution will fall on your parents!"

My parents died early!

Dragon relief sculpture...

"day!"

boom!

A wisp of smoke rose into the air, and the last relief sculpture vanished, its evil essence gone.

The relief depicting the slaying of three dragons used the "Salvation Sutra" three times in total.

Upon hearing this, the cultivator was overjoyed: "The canteen's essence must have been weakened."

Wang Quan hesitated for a moment: "Is it possible that I've achieved Yang Godhood, which has amplified my power?"

The cultivator in his true form shook his head: "The Yang God has many mysteries, and although it can amplify spells, it only amplifies them by about one-tenth."

"You know, in the past you would have to do it three to five times, or even seven or eight times, to get rid of one evil spirit."

"But now it only needs to be cleaned once."

"A one-tenth increase would never have such a significant effect."

Wang Quan nodded.

However, he still believed that the ease with which he cleansed away evil was related to his Yang spirit.

Because his Yang spirit has an additional [Exorcising Evil] characteristic.

"However, there's no need to talk about this!"

"I will continue to cleanse evil and accumulate good karma; that is the true path."