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

Master 36,000 perfect spells?

Upon hearing this, Bald Puzhao's first reaction was to laugh loudly three times.

Although orthodox monks can easily master spells, most of them only choose a few hundred from many categories; ultimately, they specialize in one or two.

A small number of orthodox cultivators, for various reasons, will learn two or three thousand spells corresponding to their own Daoist scriptures.

As for those who master tens of thousands of spells, he had only heard of one or two sporadically.

But what's so great about that?

When you're fighting someone, how much magic power do you have? How many mouths and hands do you have to cast spells?

What's the point of learning so many spells? Isn't that a waste of time?

However, seeing Wang Quan's serious expression, he suddenly realized:

Mastering more spells, especially perfect spells, seems to really give one a sense of confidence!

"If I were to engage him in a magical duel, and he were to use spells I'd never seen before, and I didn't have a corresponding counter-spell, how would I respond?"

Bald Puzhao took a deep breath and looked at the Si family cultivator beside him.

The cultivator from the Si family coughed and smiled, "Brother Sahua, my friend is being evasive; however, his true intention is still to reconcile with you."

Wang Quan smiled: "Yes, precisely because he is your friend, I didn't press him, nor did I ask him to compensate for the losses!"

"Similarly, there was no retaliation against him!"

"I simply told him: From this moment on, nothing can ever affect me."

"I didn't retaliate against him; I just set a rule for him, which he should humbly accept and diligently follow."

"Instead of...arguing with me!"

The cultivator from the Si family.....

Bald Puzhao was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and said, "It seems you're used to being assertive, fellow Daoist."

Wang Quan shook his head: "It's not that I'm used to being domineering, it's that I don't want to be bullied."

"If you speak to me properly and don't bring up the issue of abnormal defection, I can have a calm and peaceful conversation with you."

Bald Puzhao chuckled and gave Wang Quan a deep look: "Fellow Daoist, actually, I've come here this time to tell you something even more important."

Wang Quan: "Speak!"

Bald Puzhao said earnestly, "I would like to invite you to join my research team; with the help of your Scripture of Salvation, we can normalize the abnormalities, and even see if they can mutate like the Zhong family cultivators through repeated attacks of the Scripture of Salvation."

Wang Quan frowned and shook his head: "No time!"

"I have so many things to do every day, I simply don't have time to waste."

"If you simply want to use the scripture for helping others, I can pass it on to you."

"But what can you give me?"

The bald man smiled and said, "I've investigated many anomalies!"

"These anomalies indicate a promising future!"

"Once the experiment of the 'Scripture of Salvation' is conducted, they..."

Wang Quan shook his head: "What I'm asking is, what can you give me?"

"You don't need to tell me about these anomalies; I'm not interested in them; in my eyes, they're just a nuisance!"

Baldhead Puzhao sighed inwardly and fell into deep thought:

He wanted to make grand promises to the king, but... the king wouldn't take them. What to do?

What can I give him?

Green Fu? A spiritual herb? The essence of heaven and earth? Or what?

How much to give?

What if he doesn't agree to give me enough?

If I give too much, I'll be at a disadvantage!

One breath...

The bald head shone silently.

Five breaths...

Wang Quan looked at the Si family cultivator beside him.

The cultivator from the Si family coughed and winked at the bald-headed Puzhao.

As a result, Bald Puzhao was still deep in thought.

After ten breaths, Wang Quan stood up and left.

The Si family cultivator glared fiercely at the bald Puzhao, then turned to chase after Wang Quan.

Outside the Sutra Repository:

The Si family cultivator looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, Brother Sahua, he was perfectly fine when he came, saying he wanted to reconcile with you; his attitude was quite good."

"I never expected... that when we were really facing each other, he would evade the important issues and even tell a series of lies."

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

"You don't need to apologize to me; on the contrary, I should thank you!"

The Si family cultivator was stunned: "Thank me? I...I botched the job!"

Wang Quan smiled, said nothing, and returned directly to the real world.

The Si family cultivator was bewildered and remained stunned for a long time before returning to the Scripture Pavilion.

Then he saw that the bald man Pu Zhao was still sitting there deep in thought.

Seeing this, he was furious and sneered, "I treated you as a friend and even acted as a go-between for you to meet Wang Quan."

"How did you manage to mess this up?"

Startled awake, Bald Man Puzhao instinctively said, "Fellow Daoist, I can give you ten million Green Cicadas as payment!"

"If you think it's not enough... wait... where are they?"

The bald man looked around and saw only the Si family cultivators.

The Si family cultivator sneered, "Heh, Puzhao, is this really funny?"

"The 'Scripture of Saving People' was interpreted by Brother Sahua. If you want it, just ask for payment. If you feel that his request for payment is inappropriate, just refuse. Why remain silent? Is it meaningful to waste his time? Does this make you seem high-status? Or does it show off your extraordinary background?"

Bald Puzhao was taken aback: "Fellow Daoist Si, let me explain!"

"I was genuinely thinking about what reward I could offer him in exchange for the scripture of saving people; I had absolutely no other intentions."

The Si family cultivator sneered, "You've thought about it for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and you only want ten million Qingfu? Heh... Do you think they're some clueless new cultivator?"

Bald Puzhao frowned: "Help me contact Fellow Daoist Sahua; this is negotiable."

"Ten million Qingfu is not enough, twelve million, or even fifteen million will do."

The cultivator from the Si family smiled.

He suddenly realized that this former friend had either had his brain contaminated while researching anomalies, or had been out of the public eye for too long and was unaware of the current financial power of the royal family.

Tens of millions of green coins?

Hehe... He's simultaneously cultivating seventy-two Earthly Fiends, consuming tens of millions of Green Cicadas every day.

The compensation you give is only enough for their daily expenses.

Do you think they care?

He really wanted to open up the bald man's head and explain the situation of Wang Quan to him, but when he thought about Wang Quan's behavior back then, he instantly lost interest in this friend.

"Only after you have mastered the 36,000 perfect versions of the spell will you be qualified to see the king." The Si family cultivator turned and left.

Bald Pu Zhao was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

The Si family cultivator waved his hand without turning his head, said nothing, and plunged into the dining hall to exterminate evil.

Bald heads everywhere... Scratching my head.

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Reality:

Wang Quan went to the miscellaneous items hall and bought some top-grade materials for the Qi Refining Realm:

The items include straw treated with magic, coffin nails that are thousands of years old, ashes formed after a thousand-year-old vengeful ghost dies, silk threads on a tattered imperial banner, and soil from the underworld.

The king used thousand-year-old coffin nails as his spine, stitched straw with silk thread, and filled his body with the ashes of vengeful ghosts.

With the aid of magic, his hands moved nimbly, and he easily wove a scarecrow that looked exactly like Bald Puzhao.

He set up an altar, lit sandalwood incense, and offered sacrifices to the scarecrow:

During the ritual, he used 108 different spells, including Nightmare Spell, Visualization, Longing, Recollection, Stealing, Interruption, and Replacement, to forcefully extract a wisp of Bald Puzhao's essence, spirit, and heart's blood, which fell into the scarecrow.

Finally, he used the monk's spine and the silk thread from the Emperor's Banner to make a small bow and arrow and placed it aside.

"For Fellow Daoist Si's sake, I'll let bygones be bygones regarding what happened last time!"

"If there are any more unusual attacks on my Refining Grounds... then you might as well die!"

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