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

The next day, after gathering purple energy, Ying Jiaren and Wang Quan each gathered beauty energy. Then, Ying Jiaren began to imprint Daoist script on the Yin God.

One by one, the Daoist characters were imprinted, and the speed was incredibly fast.

Wang Quan watched over the situation briefly before leaving.

He used the Yang God to refine techniques and sell them for money.

The body studies many spells, or practices them together.

If you get bored during this time, descend to the second layer of the world to cleanse the evil.

This continued until the afternoon, when he once again urged the moonlight to escape to his own stronghold.

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Just as Wang Quan's power was gradually increasing amidst the dullness and tedium, incessant disputes arose within the Si family:

Because it's time to rent the goose eggs.

A disagreement arose within the Si family.

A large portion of them bluntly stated, "The goose egg is truly mysterious. The Flower-Scattering Taoist is all alone, without power or background, and simply cannot control it."

However, another group objected: "Our family's cultivators swore an oath before everyone, pointing to the heavens and the earth, that they would return it on time."

"If we don't return it now, we'll damage the Si family's reputation."

Some countered, "Reputation can be built up gradually; however, once this precious asset is lost, getting it back is virtually impossible!"

One cultivator sneered, "With their reputation ruined, they might never be able to rebuild it!"

"Perhaps many organizations and individuals are waiting for our Si family to breach the contract, and then take the opportunity to strangle us and plunder our territory."

"Everyone, this goose egg has significantly enhanced the Si family's foundation."

"With this additional foundation, our Si family will have a much easier time for the next few decades, or even a hundred years!"

"What's more, we gave the Flower-Scattering Taoist a mountain overlooking the river back then."

"Everyone, we're investing so much not just for a rare goose egg, nor for a batch of 100,000 innate martial artists every six months."

"Our goal is to befriend the Flower-Scattering Taoist."

"The Lower Academy has been open for over five thousand years. According to family records, only in the first one or two thousand years did any cultivator comprehend the Transcendent Scripture."

"Those cultivators who comprehended the Sutra of Salvation did not carry out a large-scale purge of evil, but quickly left the lower courtyard and entered the headquarters."

"According to the records of our ancestors, after they entered the headquarters, they all soared to great heights."

"Their achievements: at the very least, they are Golden Core Ancestors; the others have all reached higher realms such as Nascent Soul and Dharma Aspect."

"Everyone, aren't there a few families in the market who prospered because their ancestors had good relationships with cultivators in history?"

"Now, the opportunity is before us, and we must seize it!"

"Everyone, if others don't understand the true depth of the Flower-Scattering Taoist, do you think our family, with its more than five thousand years of heritage, doesn't understand it either?"

These words silenced the group of cultivators who wanted to embezzle the goose eggs.

At this moment, the elders of the Si family looked at the family head: "What is your decision?"

The Si family head sighed, "Everyone, the Flower-Scattering Daoist is neither an ordinary orthodox cultivator nor a cultivator of the new methods."

"He had just begun practicing his magic when he dared to confront the New Magic Alliance and even killed dozens of people in public."

"Everyone, the Flower-Scattering Taoist is not to be trifled with, so please don't provoke him!"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone against everyone's wishes and gifted him a mountain overlooking the river."

After the patriarch finished speaking, he looked at the many elders.

An elder said in a deep voice, "Since our Si family initially decided to befriend the Flower-Scattering Taoist, we must continue to befriend him!"

"Don't be indecisive!"

"Bring that goose egg here. I and the other elders will personally escort it back later."

The head of the family supported returning the goose eggs, and the elders also supported it.

In the end, the opposing monks had no choice but to agree.

However, one of the cultivators muttered, "According to the agreement, tomorrow is the time for him."

"If I give it to him today... it'll be a waste of a day's money."

The head of the Si family slammed his fist on the table: "Fool!"

"Did you ruin your brain from practicing magic?"

"Giving it a day in advance will earn you a sentiment that is dozens or even hundreds of times greater than the amount of money you receive."

"Besides, it's already afternoon. A few more hours or a few less hours won't make much difference to us."

"Get out now, immediately!"

"Ugh!"

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High in the mountains:

The king looked down at the valley below.

In the valley: 100,000 young men and women, led by martial artists arranged by a round-faced Taoist nun, familiarized themselves with the environment of the valley, and then received basic martial arts knowledge instruction.

These young men and women all chose to sell themselves because of family poverty.

They knew that the best outcome for them after learning martial arts would be to gather various things and cultivate spiritual herbs for the cultivators.

Most people end up as blood cows, medicine pots, or are turned into zombies or vengeful ghosts.

The outcome wasn't good.

But they didn't care.

Because they would soon starve or die of disease in their hometown.

But by coming here, they can live a few more days and have a glimmer of hope to change their fate.

Although the hope is slim, it's still infinitely better than staying in my hometown.

The nun smiled: "We nourished their bodies with food and some medicinal cuisine today."

"They can officially begin their training tomorrow."

"And you... haven't chosen their cultivation path yet?"

Wang Quan nodded: "It's decided. Let them use their internal organs as a foundation to reach the level of a Primordial Martial Artist."

In the lower courtyard, the internal organs suffer the greatest depletion and have the highest demand.

Those who advance to the Innate Realm using this method have a significant advantage, are easy to find employment, and have a wide range of job opportunities.

"This consumes too many resources!" sighed the female cultivator Ma Yan.

Wang Quan laughed: "Resources are not a problem!"

The nun exclaimed enviously, "You're so rich!"

Royal power.....

I have no money!

I just earn a meager living by selling my magical powers.

As the two chatted idly, a cloud swept in from afar.

The clouds are colorful, with pavilions and towers on them, flags waving, and people playing music and singing—it's quite a lively scene.

Wang Quan immediately thought of Zhao Hongyi.

When this woman left last time, there were sounds of playing instruments and singing in the clouds.

Now that some time has passed, he can understand if she wants to escalate her lifestyle a bit more.

However, after observing more closely, he realized that the visitor was not Zhao Hongyi, but a member of the Si family.

Because one of the banners had a large character "司" (Si) on it.

"Why is the Si family coming here in such a grand manner?"

"Give me goose eggs in advance? Hah, are they really that kind?"

"Or... is it just a high-ranking member of the Si family on an inspection tour?"

The female monk standing nearby exclaimed with envy, "A true man should be like this!"

Wang Quan nodded: "This is quite a spectacle. If we hired some flower scatterers and illusionists, the scene would be even more magnificent!"

The female cultivator nodded quickly: "Brother Dao, that's a great idea! When I become successful, I'll definitely hire more people who scatter flowers and create illusions!"

As they spoke, a cloud landed in front of them: a group of old cultivators, escorted by a group of other cultivators, emerged from the pavilion carrying a box: "Brother Sahua, how have you been these days?"