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

The round-faced Taoist nun snapped her fingers, and the female cultivator who had been crying at the beginning woke up.

She looked around and, upon seeing the round-faced Taoist nun and Wang Quan, burst into tears: "Thank you so much, my benefactor!"

The round-faced Taoist nun sighed, "It's alright; I've known the hunchback for a while now, so I had to lend a hand!"

"Tell me, what exactly happened?"

The female cultivator choked up: "After gathering the purple energy this morning, we came here to build an unusual forbidden zone for Brother Sahua."

"As a result, we encountered a cultivator named Liu Yu right after leaving the Nujiang region!"

"This monk knows my father; he helped him before. He wants my father to build an unusual forbidden area!"

"My father really couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to agree."

"We went to the deep mountains to build a forbidden area. After it was finished, the other party not only refused to pay us, but also said that they hoped my father would stay in the forbidden area and never build another forbidden area in the future."

"They even said the waters were too deep for us to handle!"

"My father and everyone else naturally disagreed, and then a conflict broke out."

"Suddenly, several cultivators attacked us. We fled, but we were still intercepted and killed."

"If it weren't for... Waaah! Waaah! Waaah!"

The nun wept bitterly.

The female cultivator Ma Yan, who was standing nearby, quickly hugged her and comforted her.

The Si family cultivator standing to the side frowned.

The cultivator who had made the deal with Wang Quan frowned slightly, hesitating to speak. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Brother Sahua, does this matter have anything to do with Puzhao?"

Bald heads are everywhere, and they are kept and studied as an anomaly.

The hunchbacked old man and others cleaned up the anomalies and created an unusual forbidden area.

Now, because of the unusual forbidden area, he was ultimately killed, which inevitably raises suspicions.

The weeping nun looked up: "Lord Sprinkler, who is that Puzhao...?"

Wang Quan briefly explained the matter of the widespread baldness.

The female monk was bewildered and at a loss: "He keeps and studies anomalies, so he might resent us who clean them up!"

"But what if it wasn't him?"

Wang Quan spoke up: "Wake up everyone else, I want to ask them."

Soon, the other cultivators were also awakened.

After understanding their situation, the young cultivators began to describe everything they had seen.

One cultivator even visualized the appearance of the assassin.

They were cloaked figures wearing faceless masks; on the forehead of each mask was an eye covered in tentacles.

Some monks felt dizzy and nauseous when they saw the distorted eye.

The cultivator who visualized the attacker's face had his forehead split open, and eyeballs popped out.

Wang Quan activated his magic: "Freeze!"

Click!

The splitting flesh and the growing eyeballs suddenly stopped.

Then, he recited the sutra for saving people.

The sutra for saving people transforms into countless fine needles, vying to pierce through.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Pfft!

The monk's forehead emitted black smoke, which then turned into blue smoke.

With a final scream, he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Everyone's face turned pale.

The round-faced Taoist nun exclaimed in astonishment, "What bizarre methods!"

"Can something simply be visualized and then grow within flesh and blood?"

"That's an amazing technique!"

Wang Quan shook his head: "This is an unusual method!"

"Fellow Daoist Si, does Puzhao have this vertical eye?"

Daoist Si shook his head: "I don't know!"

"I didn't even notice that."

Wang Quan nodded: "Whether it's him or not, he's connected to the anomaly; and those who came to help me have also been affected by the anomaly!"

Therefore, he must bear some responsibility!

As he spoke, a thought struck him, and he communicated with the Yang God who was practicing magic near the lower courtyard, preparing to go up on the stage to perform a ritual to strike Puzhao.

At the same time, his main body also began to move: "Senior sister, prepare some materials for me!"

He listed a bunch of materials.

The round-faced Taoist nun had the most materials and quickly gathered enough.

The remaining materials are on Wang Quan's person.

That was provided by dozens of new cultivators back then.

At this point, Wang Quan was quite grateful to them.

"You're going to use magic to deal with them?" The weeping nun looked at Wang Quan with worry. "They're very powerful!"

Wang Quan laughed: "You were kind enough to help me, but you suffered misfortune as a result. Naturally, I will find a way to help you avenge yourselves!"

"While I can't say I've eliminated all my enemies, I will do my best!"

Upon hearing this, the female cultivator burst into tears again.

He never dreamed that Wang Quan, whom he had only met once, would go to such lengths because of her father's kind intention to repay a debt of gratitude.

At that moment, she was overwhelmed with gratitude.

At this time, the giant millstone on the throne was used as an altar.

Then place incense burner, sandalwood, command flag, water basin, charcoal brazier, and [Suyue paper-cutting box] and other materials and props.

With everything prepared, he took a deep breath and began chanting the incantation.

The pronunciation of the Daoist language is unusual because he has mastered nearly 20,000 volumes of Daoist scriptures and has a deeper understanding of the Daoist language.

When he speaks Taoist words at this time, those who do not reach his level of understanding of Taoist scriptures will not be able to understand them.

Of all those present, only the Si family cultivator who frequently mingled in the second layer of the world could barely understand some of what was being said.

To the round-faced Taoist nun and the others, the voice sounded strange and filled with a sense of desolation.

While reciting the Taoist texts, he lit a bundle of sandalwood incense and placed it directly into the incense burner.

One hundred sticks of sandalwood burned, and the smoke swirled and soared into the sky, turning into a cloud of smoke three zhang high.

In the blink of an eye, a wisp of black energy flew out from the unconscious cultivator, transforming into a faintly visible vertical eye amidst the smoke and clouds.

Most cultivators dared not look, fearing that eyeballs would sprout from their own foreheads.

Hmm... most people don't look good with three eyes; what's more, these eyeballs even have tentacles.

Wang Quan continued chanting the Taoist text, and suddenly he sprayed streams of magical power into the basin of water.

In just a few breaths, he exhaled more than a hundred streams in one go.

The water in the basin rippled, reflecting the image of the eyeballs above.

Wang Quan once again unleashed hundreds of streams of magical power onto the nearby brazier, command flag, and other objects.

Finally, he released a portion of his external elixir to replenish his magical power and began chanting the Scripture of Salvation.

His lips moved swiftly, and he recited the words rapidly.

The eyeballs in the reflection twitched, as if sensing unease.

After the savior finished chanting the sutra, a hundred streams of magical power, carrying the sutra, transformed into a long spear and pierced the eyeball reflected in the water basin.

Pfft!

The spear pierced the man's eyeball, and he vanished instantly.

The next breath, a piercing scream came from the basin of water.

Layers of ink-like substance appeared on the reflected eyeballs and spread outwards, transforming into tentacles, attempting to reach out from the water and grasp the throne.

Wang Quan ignored it and continued reciting the sutra for saving people.

After consuming a hundred streams of magical power, the Scripture of Salvation fell once more.

This ferryman, through the power of the eyeball's reflection in the water, traversed space and locked onto the eyeball itself.

The piercing screams rang out again.

The eyeball sensed something was wrong and retracted its tentacles, trying to sever its own reflection.

As a result, Wang Quan casually grabbed a command flag and threw it into the smoke and clouds in the sky:

【Certainly】