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

In the following days, at the urging of his friends, Wu Yong tried to see Wang Quan more than once.

As a result, on several trips up the mountain, they could only see the leader in charge of the exorcism, but not Wang Quan.

After several attempts, he suddenly realized that it was even more difficult for him to see Wang Quan than to see Zhao Hongyi.

At the very least, if you want to see Zhao Hongyi, just send a report and ask the gatekeeper for some money; you can see her within a day or two.

But now, if he wanted to see the king, he couldn't even find a way to pay money.

The leaders of the Demon Refining Sect sighed, "We don't have Wang Quan, the Flower-Scattering Taoist, to contact us either!"

"They only came once on the first day, and then never came back!"

"How are we supposed to start a conversation with you?"

Wu Yong exclaimed in surprise, "This is a demon-refining technique!"

"Refining a stream of malevolent energy requires a huge investment and takes a long time."

"Even the slightest mistake in the process can lead to the failure of the demon-refining process."

Why doesn't he pay attention?

The leaders of the Demon Refining Sect asked strangely, "Don't you know that the Flower-Scattering Taoist can refine seventy-two streams of demonic energy in one go?"

"Come on, do you see the howling wind on that mountain? That's for the Flower-Scattering Taoist to refine the [Black Wind Evil]."

"Did you see that volcano that was just modified? That's for him to refine [Magma Aura]."

"See that valley bottom? That's where they refine the [Earth Lung Fiend]."

The leaders pointed out various locations: on the mountains, in the rivers, in the valleys, and even deep within the earth.

"Look, all the people and spirits in these places work for the Flower-Scattering Taoist!"

"They refine so many Earthly Fiends at once, they simply don't have the time or the need to come and inspect them frequently!"

"In the entire drowning-affected lower house, who dares to cause him trouble?"

Wu Yong remained silent.

At this moment, he was dejected, and even his once upright body was now somewhat hunched over.

"Go on, and get to work!"

"Don't even think about getting close to the Flower-Scattering Taoist!"

"They and you are from completely different worlds."

"Even if you really know him, so what? Look at yourself now, how dare you claim to know him?"

Wu Yong murmured in shame, "My friends just wanted to work for Master Wang Quan long-term."

"so....."

One of the leaders patted him on the shoulder: "So, if you want a stable job, just follow me!"

"I have high hopes for your team. Keep up the good work, and you can start your own business in the future."

"We'll join forces to refine the evil spirits for the big shots then."

Wu Yong: "Sigh!"

..........

More than seventy teams began their work simultaneously, instantly alarming the entire Lower Courtyard.

Because this is such a massive undertaking.

Many elderly residents of the lower courtyards and families with histories spanning thousands of years were seeing such a grand gesture for the first time.

Starting construction on seventy-two Earthly Fiends at once is something even the Lower Court has never done before.

Upon hearing this news, the cultivators of the Yang God realm in the second layer of the world were also surprised: "Fellow Daoist, we didn't expect you to be so wealthy and so resourceful!"

"It took me more than ten years to load the Earthly Fiends into my Yang Spirit back then."

"If I had your courage and wealth back then, I might have already reached the Foundation Establishment stage."

One of the cultivators, a cultivator specializing in the main body, smiled bitterly: "I only just loaded the last Earthly Fiend two years ago."

One of the Yang God cultivators sighed, "I've only loaded five Earthly Fiends."

"Before reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, I'm afraid we won't be able to gather all the Earthly Fiends!"

"As for that Heavenly Gang, I'm even less capable of refining it."

Wang Quan was taken aback: "You are all great cultivators, surely you wouldn't be willing to refine all the evil energy at once!"

The monks shook their heads: "It's not that we're unwilling to part with it, it's that we don't have the money."

"We all have families behind us. Our families supported us in the past, and now that we have become stronger, we must give back to our families."

"The family needs to spend money everywhere, which naturally slows down the progress."

"Moreover, these Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends are merely protective measures."

"It only needs to bear a few wisps of malevolent energy to refine the Foundation Establishment spiritual light."

Wang Quan suddenly realized.

At this moment, the space at the entrance of the cafeteria slightly distorted, and a Yang God cultivator appeared.

The monk, carrying a pile of golden gourds on his back, announced: "Everyone, the sun is shining!"

In the next breath, hundreds of cultivators swarmed in, surrounding him completely: "Quickly, send the gourd!"

"We can't wait any longer!"

Whoosh!

Many gourds flew up, then lined up and wobbled into the hands of the cultivators.

This gourd contains rays of sunlight that have been refined once.

Each gourd contains one hundred rays of sunlight, and when released to target evil, it is equivalent to a complete version of the "Spirit of Salvation."

At this moment, a monk asked, "What's the price of gourds today?"

The Yang Shen cultivator quickly replied, "Today we only need 29,000 Qingfu."

Yesterday, there were 30,000 green civets; initially, the price was as high as over 50,000 green civets.

However, many cultivators still felt that the price of 29,000 was too expensive.

These days, they have ordered their new magic teams to vigorously promote the new magic and deceive more seekers of immortality into practicing it.

They even sent their underlings to travel the human world to search for people with spiritual roots and special constitutions to practice new methods.

The Star Alliance's core cultivators also temporarily abandoned their fighting, allowing the new law to expand unchecked.

Now everyone has only one goal: to create more new Dharma practitioners, drive down the price of sunlight, and benefit themselves.

Among the new cultivators, those with good spiritual roots and physical constitutions can cultivate more than a dozen streams of magical power a day.

Although their magical power is somewhat weak, they can still activate spells to collect and refine sunlight.

It's just a matter of using a dozen or even dozens more strands of magic power; it's just a matter of taking a little more time; it's just a matter of being a little more tired.

This is nothing.

In just over half a month, they have already seen some results.

In particular, many cultivators specifically selected from the mortal world have essentially sold themselves to the New Law Alliance.

After they gained magical powers, they would refine one or even several rays of sunlight for free every day.

If nothing unexpected happens, all the spells they will practice in the future will be related to absorbing and refining sunlight.

Their only job from now on will be to continuously refine sunlight.

The ultimate goal of everyone is that the price of a gourd of sunshine should not exceed five thousand green coins.

At this moment, Wang Quan shouted, "Everyone, pour out your sunshine, I'm going into the cafeteria."

On the rooftop, many cultivators nodded.

They lifted the tiles one by one, revealing dark holes.

A monk held up a gourd, shook it a few times, and poured out the sunlight.

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

As the refined sunlight fell into the dark cave, curses and swears erupted from within.

The cultivators laughed heartily: "Everyone, take turns pouring in order."

"After showering the sunlight, go to the cafeteria to kill evil and accelerate the weakening of the cafeteria's essence."

"good!"

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Just as many monks lined up on the roof to bask in the sunlight, Wang Quan pushed open the dining hall door.

He took a step out and appeared in the cafeteria.

Inside the canteen, countless skulls flew around, their eyes spitting fire, illuminating all directions like searchlights; human-skin lanterns fluttered and cast red light.

The walls and pillars were covered with white bones burning with emerald green flames.

Tables and chairs are arranged in formation, charging at each other; roast chickens ride on roast ducks, chasing after stewed pigeons; steamed buns, stuffed with pickled vegetables, leave juices everywhere; wine jars stealthily sneak up on pots and pans, swallowing them whole.

A chilling wind blew, causing the flames of various colors to flicker and distort, casting a distorted and altered light on the many evil faces.

Just then, a roast suckling pig saw Wang Quan and screamed, "That damned bastard is here again!"

"Brothers, grab your weapons and kill him!"