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

In the second layer of the world, Wang Quan seemed somewhat distracted.

Ever since the round-faced Taoist nun said that he would refine the first Earthly Fiend tomorrow, he has been like this.

Two months ago, he transformed into a Yang God and told the Taoist nun about the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends. After that, he kept thinking about which types of Earthly Fiends he should refine.

Because there are many types of Earthly Fiends, each with different uses.

He wants it all.

However, the Yang God can only bear seventy-two types, and he can only choose seventy-two types from thousands of types of evil energy.

The "Iron Chain Sha" was the first type of Sha he decided on.

He looked and looked at the other malevolent energies again and again, but he just couldn't be sure.

boom!

The evil door god transformed into wisps of blue smoke.

The remaining evil ones, huddled in a corner, trembled: "Damn it, spare us!"

"We will never eat people again!"

Wang Quan ignored them and instead frowned in thought.

At this moment, the cultivator who had initially dealt with him arrived. Seeing that Wang Quan's dazed expression was similar to that of the cultivator surnamed Zhong, he felt a pang of unease: "Could it be that the Flower-Scattering Daoist is also about to act strangely?"

He was uneasy and rushed over to check on them: "Master Scattering Flowers, are you alright?"

Wang Quan snapped out of his daze: "It's alright!"

The cultivator carefully observed him and, finding nothing amiss, breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good!"

"I saw you spacing out and thought you'd been influenced by the 'Scripture of Saving People' too."

Wang Quan paused for a moment, then chuckled: "If the Scripture of Salvation could influence me, it would have done so long ago, instead of waiting until now."

"However, this sutra for saving people is something I figured out myself. It matches me just like the fundamental law, so nothing will happen to me."

The cultivator in his true form chuckled, "By the way, you seem preoccupied. Tell us what's troubling you, and we'll help you solve it."

Wang Quan thought for a moment and then recounted the story of the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends.

The cultivator sighed, "I was also very conflicted back then; I wanted every kind of Earthly Fiend."

"Later, a senior told me that for top-grade Yang Gods like us, the main method for fighting against others in the future will still be to use the Heavenly Gang."

"As for the Earthly Fiends, just choose one from any of the seventy-two categories."

"Then refine them and incorporate them into the Yang Spirit."

"These Earthly Fiends are merely the foundation, the base; they will be used sparingly in future battles."

Wang Quan seemed to be deep in thought.

The Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends are actually protective measures.

Among them, the Heavenly Gang is of higher quality than the Earthly Fiend, and the boost it brings to the body is also stronger.

Just as the other side said, in future battles, the Heavenly Gang will be used more often.

Even so, he still wanted to choose carefully.

Just because you don't need it now doesn't mean you won't need it in the future.

After chatting with the cultivator in his true form for a while, he calmed his mind and continued to cleanse the evil.

Meanwhile, the cultivator in his true form was secretly observing him while carving the Daoist scripture.

Only after repeatedly confirming that Wang Quan's eyes were not red and that he was not mentally abnormal did they feel completely relieved.

As noon approached, the evil on the last pillar was cleansed by the king.

Now, the evil spirits on the walls, doors, windows, and pillars of the huge dining hall have been cleaned away and replaced by densely packed Taoist scriptures.

At this point, only the evil on the roof of the canteen remained to be cleaned up.

On the roof of the cafeteria, the largest evil head is the one in the middle that roars towards the sky.

At the four corners of the roof, there are statues of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, and Vermilion Bird.

The protective statues, which were meant to ward off evil and suppress all directions, are now distorted: some have sprouted tentacles, others have grown hundreds of fleshy heads, and still others have blossomed with swaying stamens and tiny hands clapping and singing.

Apart from these five evils, there were no other evils on the vast roof.

The evil spirits at the four corners usually squat there, gazing at the sky in a daze, motionless.

But just after the monarchy had cleansed the last evil spirit from the last pillar, they suddenly moved:

Their eyes gleamed with ferocity as they stared at him menacingly.

The evil white tiger among them is depicted as a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, baring its teeth and growling at the king's power.

Wang Quan curled his lip: "Trying to scare me?"

"Heh...you think I'm easily scared?"

He recited the sutra for saving people.

The magic power was depleted, and the scriptures were used as chains to entangle the evil white tiger.

As a result, the chain fell on its neck and snapped instantly.

Awoo!

The evil white tiger, its body billowing black smoke, growled and roared, its fierce light transforming into two crimson spears, hurtling towards Wang Quan.

"Excellent tactic!"

Wang Quan was astonished. He rubbed his hands together, and bolts of dark lightning roared out, colliding with the spear of eyes.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A sudden burst of lightning destroyed the spear.

Upon seeing this, the other cultivators immediately rushed over.

"What happened?"

"These evil forces actually dare to attack you proactively?"

"Could it be that their very essence has been damaged, and now they're desperate?"

Wang Quan spoke up: "You block its attack, I will convert it!"

"good!"

Many cultivators, both at the Yang God and Body levels, unleashed their techniques:

One cultivator rubbed his hands together and unleashed a barrage of powerful, masculine lightning and fire.

A cultivator released a gourd, spewed out a few breaths of magical power, and patted the bottom of the gourd; then flames shot out and burned the white tiger.

A cultivator waved a command flag, and gusts of wind representing the four seasons, spring, summer, autumn, and winter, swirled and swept away the enemy.

"Such petty evil, yet you dare to be so arrogant?"

Many cultivators were furious.

Because Wang Quan is the key figure in cleaning up the canteen, and it is also related to whether they can obtain the gifts from the second layer of the world.

Whoever opposes the monarchy opposes them.

How could this not enrage them?

At this moment, cultivators were still spewing out plumes of smoke, guarding the area around the royal power.

A cultivator of the Yang God realm hovered in the air, casting illusions to distort the surrounding scenery, concealing Wang Quan's figure and preventing the other evil beings from launching a sneak attack.

Ignoring all this, Wang Quan continued chanting, expending his magical power to recite the sutra for saving people.

The sutra for saving people transforms into a long chain and whip, lashing at the evil white tiger statue.

Snapped!

With a single lash, the evil white tiger statue howled in agony, its many twisted limbs exploding.

At the same time, the chains and whips that the Ferryman Sutra had transformed into were also consumed and destroyed by evil.

He had anticipated this outcome, so he was not in a hurry. Instead, he continued to recite the sutra for saving people, which manifested more chains and whips.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The chain whip lashed repeatedly, and more and more twisted limbs fell from the evil white tiger's body.

Suddenly, the white tiger let out a mournful cry and disappeared into the roof tiles.

Snapped!

The chains that the Ferryman Sutra transformed into pulled at the roof tiles, causing many tiles to shatter and emit black smoke.

But after only a few breaths, the tiles were restored to their original state.

A monk circling high in the sky shouted, "The four evil spirits on the roof have all hidden themselves!"

Many cultivators were bewildered.

This was the first time they had encountered something like this.

Wang Quan's heart stirred, and he said in a deep voice, "Carve Taoist scriptures on it!"

Many cultivators' eyes lit up: "Excellent! Carve the Daoist scriptures, giving them no chance to resist."

They all descended from the rooftops, gathered together to concentrate their efforts, and simultaneously carved the Taoist scriptures.

As the first Daoist inscription fell, black smoke billowed from the roof tiles, shattering the inscription.

The monks refused to believe it and continued carving.

However, tiny hands emerged from the tiles and forcefully erased the Daoist inscription.

"Fellow Daoist, even these roof tiles conceal evil!"

With a thought, Wang Quan sent his spirit to the rooftop.

After his spirit descended, screams and curses echoed from among the many tiles: "Damn it, you almost trampled me to death!"

"Damn it, turn the light down! You're blinding me!"

In the blink of an eye, many tiles sprouted legs and feet, running around with a clattering sound.