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

"Junior brother, please wait a moment. I'll go down and deal with them." The round-faced Taoist nun said anxiously.

Wang Quan, a major client.

This was the first time she had performed the "refining evil spirits" ritual on someone, and on her very first day, she encountered this kind of thing, which infuriated her.

Isn't this a slap in the face for her?

Wang Quan shook his head: "No need!"

"Let's go up the mountain and wait, and have the leaders of the Refining Fiend Sect gather together the leaders who are collecting Black Sand."

"Then let's discuss and solve the problem together."

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

Soon, she manipulated the clouds to carry the royal power to the mountaintop.

At this moment, several leaders of the demon-refining group on the mountaintop took out their magical artifacts and contacted the others involved in the demon-refining process.

Upon seeing Wang Quan approach, they immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "Brother Dao, it's just a minor accident; we can handle it!"

Wang Quan nodded: "I'll wait for you to handle it!"

He wanted to see if this demon-refining team could handle such an accident; at the same time, he also wanted to see the true abilities of the round-faced Taoist nun.

Several leaders of the Refining Fiend Sect spat out a breath of magical power, which transformed into a gentle breeze. They then rode the breeze down the mountain to the riverbank to argue with the new cultivators who were collecting black sand.

The round-faced Taoist nun waited a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, "Junior brother, wait a moment, I'll go down and take a look!"

"Um!"

A cup of tea time:

Thunderous explosions and howling winds echoed from the foot of the mountain.

Before long, the round-faced Taoist nun arrived smiling on a cloud, with a dozen or so cultivators on it.

Several of them were leaders of the Refining Fiend Sect, while the remaining dozen or so were troublemaking cultivators.

The group of monks were bruised and battered, their hair disheveled, and they looked quite disheveled.

Wang Quan was drinking tea when he was stunned when he saw the group of monks with bruised and swollen faces.

Because he knew one of them.

This person is Wu Yong, whom we haven't seen for a long time.

However, Wu Yong at this time was no longer the spirited and arrogant man he once was.

He was disheveled, his face was bruised and swollen, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he looked dejected.

At this moment, Wu Yong also saw Wang Quan.

When he first saw the power of the king, his head buzzed and he felt a little unreal.

He shook his head instinctively and blinked hard.

However, the young Taoist priest drinking tea before him was still his familiar yet unfamiliar companion—Wang Quan.

At this moment, Wang Quan, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, calmly drank tea.

When he looked down at his faded Taoist robe and his rough hands, he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

He lowered his head sharply, pretending not to see Wang Quan.

Because he simply didn't know how to deal with the current state of the monarchy.

Although he only glanced at him, he knew that Wang Quan's identity was extraordinary.

At least, the nun who had just beaten him was now subservient to the king.

It's only been a few years?

How come the king has such a high status?

Did he join the Star Covenant too?

Will he laugh at me?

No, I must stay calm; I have my dignity.

I can't let him see me in such a sorry state.

As he pondered, he lowered his head even further.

At this moment, the round-faced Taoist nun spoke up: "Junior brother, these guys say that many terrible anomalies have appeared in the central area of ​​the Nu River."

"They had no way to fight the anomaly, so they could only keep moving towards the river."

"Because there were too many teams collecting black sand, they were constantly driven away, and eventually they could only come to the riverbank, where they clashed with the fish spirits that were refining evil spirits."

"They say the fish spirit stirred up the river, preventing them from collecting the black sand!"

"However, black sand is already scarce in the riverside area, not to mention there are many teams practicing demon refining; even if there is black sand, it will be picked up by the fish spirits."

"These guys are nothing but a pack of stray dogs!"

"They dared not go back if they couldn't complete the tasks assigned to them, so they could only fish in the muddy waters by the river, slacking off and trying to get away with it!"

A dozen or so cultivators, their faces bruised and swollen, bowed their heads in deep shame.

Because everything I just said is true.

Wu Yong kept his head down, feeling a burning sensation on his face, as if Wang Quan's gaze had ignited it.

"He must be watching me!"

"They'll definitely laugh at me!"

"They might even laugh at me for choosing the cultivation method for him back then."

"No, I don't need to be so nervous."

"Now I am bruised and battered, my clothes are tattered, my face is weathered, and even my hair has turned a bit white. I am very different from how I was back then."

"He definitely doesn't recognize me!"

Wu Yong was overwhelmed with feelings of shame, sadness, and despair.

Despite his attempts to reassure himself, his entire body continued to tremble uncontrollably.

Click!

The teacup was placed on the table, making a crisp sound.

Wu Yong heard that familiar yet unfamiliar voice echoing between heaven and earth:

"Everyone has their struggles, just get rid of them!"

Wang Quan recognized Wu Yong; although he disliked him because of the fundamental law issue.

But after all, we were classmates in the same year, and we studied the Taoist scriptures together back then.

Moreover, the other party wasn't specifically looking for trouble with him.

Therefore, he decided to let the other party off the hook.

As a result, the round-faced Taoist nun next to her shook her head: "Junior brother, what you're doing isn't right."

"Huh?" Wang Quan asked in surprise, "Then, Senior Sister, what's your solution?"

The round-faced Taoist nun smiled and said, "If you let them off easily, they will only think you are a pushover and will come back to cause trouble for you, whether intentionally or unintentionally, in the future."

"Therefore, they must be taught a lesson."

"Why not punish them with some black leeches instead!"

"There were seven or eight hundred of them, the sand-dredging laborers."

"Let them raise a few million coins to compensate you."

Upon hearing this, the dozen or so cultivators, including Wu Yong, whose faces were bruised and swollen, nearly collapsed to their knees.

One of the cultivators cried out in alarm, "Millions of Qingfu? Look at our clothes! Do we look like people who could gather millions of Qingfu?"

The round-faced Taoist nun sneered: "Ten thousand green coins each."

"I don't ask for much!"

"You can't possibly not even afford ten thousand Qingfu, can you?!"

The many bruised and battered cultivators sneered, "We really can't produce this!"

The round-faced Taoist nun sneered, "It's fine if you can't produce it. Each person will have half a liver and a kidney cut off, and one spell cut off as a fine."

One of the cultivators wailed, "It would have been better to kill us!"

The round-faced Taoist nun sneered, "Killing you all would still make money!"

"Don't think that just because I'm an old lady, I wouldn't dare to kill someone!"

Many cultivators pleaded and even knelt before the round-faced Taoist nun.

Wu Yong didn't want to kneel, but his companions tugged at his robes. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and prepared to kneel and beg for mercy.

Ding!

Wang Quan flicked his finger across the teacup, making a crisp sound: "Get up, all of you!"

"Since you have no money, then help me refine the evil spirits!"

"During the refining process, you will receive every penny of your due wages!"

"I'll let you leave once you've saved enough money to compensate me!"

Upon hearing this, many cultivators were filled with gratitude.

Although it means working for the royal family for nothing, it's still much better than cutting off one's own magic.

Seeing this, several leaders of the evil spirits led Wu Yong and the others down the mountain, and then arranged for many sand-dredging laborers to go to the bottom of the river and drag and polish the evil energy with the fish spirits.

"Anyone who dares to slack off, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

The sand-dredging laborers, led by Wu Yong, nodded hurriedly:

"Our team is known for its honesty and integrity."

"I would never dare to slack off!"

"And I won't slack off!"

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