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

"How come you're so lucky?"

The round-faced Taoist nun gritted her teeth: "I'll pity you if you transform into a low-grade Yang God!"

"I think it's normal for you to have transformed into a mid-grade Yang God!"

"I'll be surprised and happy for you as you transform into a superior being."

"But why did you specifically transform into a supreme Yang God?"

"This is unfair!"

"This fate is unfair!"

"I've struggled for decades, and I'm still just a high-grade Yang God!"

"You've only been working hard for a few years, why are you considered exceptional?"

"Why didn't you hide your rank? It would have made me jealous!"

"Junior brother, feel my heart, it's like it's being torn apart!"

Wang Quan passively touched the conscience of his round-faced senior sister, unaware of the knife-like sensation. Instead, he felt a cool, soft sensation.

"Senior sister, haven't you always said you hoped I would achieve higher cultivation levels and have a better life?"

"My achievements are pretty good, you should be happy!"

The round-faced senior sister said resentfully, "But your achievements are too great, and you live too well!"

"I can't be happy, I'm just jealous."

Royal power...

The round-faced Taoist nun sighed, looking at Wang Quan as if he were a monster: "Your talent for cultivation is too good!"

"Too bad, you've fallen into the waterway!"

"If you go to any of the eight hundred unorthodox sects, you will definitely have a chance to become an immortal in the future."

Wang Quan smiled but didn't say anything.

He should have gone to the authentic sect of the 108 Mysterious Gates.

It's a pity I missed it!

But... so what if we missed it?

As long as he works hard, as long as he strives, and most importantly: as long as he doesn't die, he can still become an immortal.

The path of drowning only hinders one's ability to become an immortal, not prevents it.

After a short while, the round-faced Taoist nun pulled Wang Quan's hand out from under her bodice: "Tell me about the supreme Yang God!"

Wang Quan laughed: "A top-grade Yang God can bear twelve Heavenly Gangs and seventy-two Earthly Fiends."

"Not much different from other Yang Gods."

Hmm... The real difference only comes when one breaks through the limits of Yang Spirit.

The round-faced Taoist nun rolled her eyes: "You call that not much of a difference?"

"Not to mention the difference of twelve Heavenly Generals, the thirty-six Earthly Fiends alone will give you thirty-six more ways to protect yourself in the future."

"Moreover, the Yang God has merged with the Heavenly Gang, making it even more powerful."

"A single strand of Heavenly Qi merging into the Yang Spirit can send a person soaring into the heavens."

"Now, you must merge with the Twelve Heavenly Generals!"

"How can the difference between people be so great?"

The round-faced Taoist nun was truly envious and jealous.

"By the way, you only mentioned refining the Earthly Fiends, why didn't you refine the Heavenly Fiends at the same time?"

"The Heavenly Gang is more difficult to refine than the Earthly Fiends, so you need to prepare in advance."

Wang Quan nodded: "I'm afraid I won't have enough energy to take care of them then!"

The round-faced Taoist nun nodded: "You're right."

"If you were to refine so many Heavenly Dippers and Earthly Fiends together, you wouldn't be able to get anything done in a day."

"It would be better to refine them in batches!"

"Anyway, it takes three to five years at the slowest, and one to two years at the fastest to refine these things."

"Whether you split it into two batches or three batches, it won't take long."

Wang Quan nodded: "Let's divide them into two batches: one batch of Earthly Fiends and one batch of Heavenly Fiends."

"Earthly Fiends are easy to cultivate, and they are not very important compared to Heavenly Fiends; I only need to pay attention to them occasionally."

"I will keep a close watch on the last of the Heavenly Generals, day and night."

The round-faced Taoist nun nodded: "Okay!"

"Let me help you choose a suitable mountain for refining the Earthly Fiends."

"And you... need to prepare some money."

Wang Quan pondered for a moment: "Is it feasible to unleash twenty magical powers in a day?"

Twenty magical powers, worth twenty million Qingfu.

This amount of money is quite large.

However, the round-faced Taoist nun calculated: "Even if we cultivate all seventy-two kinds of Earthly Fiends at the same time, it will only be barely enough."

"But in that case, we'll have to wait a while for the Foundation Establishment Aura to appear."

Wang Quan pondered.

He originally planned to work on the Foundation Establishment Aura first, but due to the lack of information on Foundation Establishment in the Daoist scriptures and the current funding issues, he had to postpone the Foundation Establishment Aura project.

"Alright, let's deal with the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends first."

The two discussed the details for a long time before finalizing many plans and details.

More than an hour later, Wang Quan's body lay in the coffin, and his Yang spirit entered the second world again.

As soon as he entered, he discovered that the light of the Yang God had expanded to more than 10 zhang and 1 cun.

He calculated with his fingers: "Cleansing one hundred evil spirits can increase one inch of Yang divine light and five thousand points of Yin virtue."

"very good!"

He was delighted and prepared to continue cleaning up evil.

However, when he reached the next area to be cleared, he saw a group of Yang God and Body cultivators having a heated discussion.

"Fellow Daoists, what are we discussing?"

Many cultivators wanted to say something when they saw him arrive.

But, in the next breath, they discovered that Wang Quan's divine light had expanded by a little over an inch.

At that moment, everyone's minds were buzzing.

When he left, Wang Quan's divine light was only ten feet long.

After regaining his magical power and re-entering, the light increased by more than an inch.

This growth rate is too fast.

I still remember back then, when they had just transformed into Yang Gods and were making the fastest progress, they still had to work hard for a whole day to increase the light of their Yang Gods by about an inch.

This radiance of the Yang God represents many things.

But overall, it represents its own inherent strengths and heritage.

The stronger the foundation, the wider the range of the Yang God's light, with a limit of 108 zhang.

They felt that, given the current rate of increase in royal power, the Yang God's radiance would likely reach its limit in just two or three years.

At that moment, they felt that they had nothing in common with the royal power.

The gap between the two sides is too large.

This chasm—split the boat of friendship.

The cultivator who had interacted most with Wang Quan took a deep breath: "Brother Sahua, congratulations on your further increase in strength!"

Wang Quan was stunned:

"My Yang God Light only increases its range by about an inch, and they will all be able to observe it."

Why are you paying so much attention to me?

He was quite troubled, but still smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries with the other person: "Fellow Daoist, I must continue to cleanse the evil!"

"Alright, thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist!"

In the short span of two incense sticks' time, amidst the curses and swears of the evil ones, Wang Quan converted ten unlucky souls and then returned to the present world to restore his magical powers.

As soon as he left, the cultivators swarmed forward and immediately joined forces to carve the scripture.

The evil creatures under the eaves, on the pillars, and in the walls chattered and cursed incessantly: "Despicable!"

"What kind of skill is it to suppress us in this way?"

"If you've got the guts, come into the mural. I can fight you for three hundred rounds."

"That damn guy's gone, what can you bunch of cowards do now?"

"Besides leaving us covered in bruises, what else can you do?"

A cultivator in his true form twitched at the corner of his mouth and suddenly roared, "Get out of the way, I'm going to blow these bastards to bits!"

As he spoke, he grabbed a bag of thunder and fire and threw it all into the mural on the wall.

boom!

The murals shattered, and streaks of lightning and fire swept through, causing the walls, doors, windows, and pillars to collapse with a deafening roar.

In just a dozen or so breaths, the collapsed building seemed to have turned back time and was restored to its original state.

In the mural, evil is depicted as a woman, shirtless, striking a martial arts pose: "Is that all? Come on, come in and I'll beat you to death!"

The cultivator in his true form sighed, looking up at the sky: "If I had mastered the Scripture of Salvation, would you still dare to be so arrogant? To humiliate me like this?"

The evil ones grinned maliciously: "It's precisely because you haven't mastered it that we're humiliating you!"

"If that damned guy came, we would have already knelt down and begged for mercy, struggling in our death throes!"

The cultivator trembled with rage: "You're all bullying the weak and fearing the strong!"

The evil ones grinned maliciously: "You're only just realizing that?"

The monk stomped his feet in anger.

Someone comforted him, saying, "Fellow Daoist, try to think more positively!"

"Apart from Fellow Daoist Scattering Flowers, no one else can do anything about them."

The monk gritted his teeth: "I also want to learn the Sutra of Saving People."

Upon hearing this, the other cultivators in their true forms changed their expressions slightly: "Are you crazy?"