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

A surge of passion, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, dyed the room red.

Click!

The bald man's chest split open, his shattered heart jumped out, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell silent.

A new cultivator immediately brought over the box.

A bald man underwent a heart transplant; the heart was placed externally.

Then, he looked at the cursed cultivator: "Fellow Daoist...didn't you say you would cleanse the curse?"

"Why...is it still like this?"

The cursed monk remained silent.

Bald Man Puzhao coughed: "Fellow Daoist, give me an explanation!"

My heart is aching!

Cursed monk: "Uh..."

"this....."

"that......"

"I'll ask someone!"

As he spoke, he threw down the whip, turned around, and left.

Whoosh!

Several women blocked the way, rolling up their sleeves and tearing at their skirts, assuming a fighting stance.

The cursed cultivator's face darkened. He turned to the bald-headed Puzhao and asked, "Fellow Daoist, what does this mean?"

call!

Bald man Pu Zhao took a deep breath: "It doesn't mean anything!"

"I'm just asking, is there any hope for me?"

The cursed monk remained silent: "I don't know either!"

"I just cracked the [7 Days to Die] curse; I've exhausted all my methods!"

"You've seen the result."

Bald Puzhao took a deep breath; "What spells do you have to resist curses?"

The cursed cultivator didn't hide anything and rattled off more than three hundred names in one breath.

Finally, he said in a deep voice, "Actually, don't expect these spells to be useful; because what I'm talking about are all spells for the Qi Refining Realm; what I'm worried about is that the one who curses you to death is a Foundation Establishment Grandmaster."

"The spells used by Foundation Establishment cultivators are definitely not something that Qi Refining Realm spells can resist."

"Brother, give up on that idea!"

Bald Puzhao gritted his teeth: "Is there really absolutely no way?"

"What if I plugged all my internal organs into a device?"

The cursed monk remained silent: "The first five days were a blow to the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys."

"You can use cheats to do these!"

"Even the brain on the sixth day can be plugged in!"

The question is: How will you avoid the attack on the seventh day?

Bald Puzhao remained silent for a moment: "Get someone from your industry to help me. If you can handle it, I'll give you a third of my assets!"

The cursed monk sighed, "At this critical moment of life and death, you gave too little; two-thirds!"

Bald Man Puzhao: "I'm going to use one-third of that to hire people to hunt down the person who cursed me to death!"

"The remaining third will either be used to deal with those who cursed me, or they will be used to kill me!"

Seeing this, the cursed cultivator couldn't say anything more and could only nod, "Alright!"

"I'll contact other fellow practitioners for help!"

"But, regardless of whether it's feasible or not, you must pay us!"

"Um!"

the next day:

The cursed cultivator brought over a dozen sinister-looking cultivators with him.

These monks set up rituals, altars, incense tables, and so on.

At the manor, they lit more than a dozen sandalwood sticks, each more than a person thick and four or five meters tall.

Then those who were performing the sacrificial dance danced, and those who were reciting scriptures recited scriptures.

Someone released hundreds of zombies to serve as substitutes for the victims.

Some people build graves and throw paper money into them.

As time ticked by, everyone felt uneasy and waited silently.

As dusk approached, Bald Puzhao let out a terrible scream, and two large holes exploded in his waist, from which kidneys jumped out and burst open.

Immediately, a new practitioner sent over a high-quality kidney to hang on the vessel.

At this moment, the bald man looked around and saw the sandalwood incense, which was seven or eight meters tall, instantly turn into blue smoke and dissipate. He saw the graves of those who had died in place of him explode and saw the zombies bleeding from their seven orifices.

The dozen or so cultivators skilled in curses and nightmare techniques looked grim: "Fellow Daoist, your enemy is definitely a Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivator."

"You want us to fight against a Foundation Establishment cultivator? Isn't that sending us to our deaths?"

Bald Puzhao panicked: "Impossible!"

"Why would a Foundation Establishment cultivator bother with insignificant figures like us?"

He pleaded with the monk to stay, but the monk decided to seek help again the next day.

On the third day, at dusk:

Bald Puzhao's stomach ruptured, but he remained expressionless as he spoke in a deep voice, "Everyone... keep searching!"

Many cultivators shook their heads: "Within a 100,000-mile radius of the Drowning Lower Academy, we are the ones most skilled in curses, nightmares, substitutions, and concealment."

"The others are even worse."

The bald head shone silently.

While the monks continued their research into methods to counteract the curse, intelligence agents came knocking: "We've found the person who cursed you!"

The bald man, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light, demanded, "Who? How did you find them? Are they a Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

An intelligence officer shook his head: "A few days ago, a hunchback who was suppressing an unusual incident led a group that was ambushed and killed."

"The one who killed the hunchback was a member of the [Alliance of the Strange Eyes]."

"They were supposed to wipe out the hunchback's group, but they were saved by a round-faced female cultivator from the lower academy."

"Coincidentally, the round-faced female cultivator and I are going to attend the Flower-Scattering Taoist's banquet, and the hunchback's group happens to know the Flower-Scattering Taoist!"

"So, the round-faced nun took the person there!"

"Then, news spread from the Si family: the Flower-Scattering Taoist cursed and killed a master of the [Strange Eye Alliance]."

"Right now, the [Alliance of Strange Eyes] is completely bewildered by the Flower-Scattering Taoist!"

"Although there is no evidence to prove that the Flower-Scattering Taoist cursed you to death, some cultivators in the Lower Courtyard say that every time you were cursed to death, the Flower-Scattering Taoist's primordial spirit would draw his bow and arrow in the Lower Courtyard and shoot a straw man to death."

The bald man stood silently, bewildered.

"Why did you curse me to death? I had no grudge against him!"

"Ever since he warned me, I have never arranged for any place to disturb his evil spirits."

"I didn't clean up that hunchback either!"

"Why did you curse me to death?"

The intelligence agents whispered, "Fellow Daoist, let us analyze the 100,000 Qingfu for you!"

Bald Puzhao's lips twitched: "Okay!"

After receiving the 100,000 Qingfu coins, the intelligence officers began to analyze them with great enthusiasm.

They traced the king's behavior after he first entered the House of Commons, and reviewed past events, ultimately arriving at a conclusion:

"This Flower-Scattering Taoist is extremely vindictive and likes to drag others into his schemes."

"Your death by curse this time is clearly due to your involvement with the [Alliance of the Strange Eyes]."

"According to our calculations, if the Flower-Scattering Daoist knew about other cultivators with unusual predilections, he would not hesitate to curse and kill them."

Upon hearing this, Bald Puzhao's head was buzzing: "What should we do?"

"Confront him with magic? Force him to stop the curse?"

"Heh... Did it work?"

He was in a state of utter confusion.

The intelligence officers coughed:

"Fellow Daoist, we have a solution. Would you like to hear it?"

Bald Puzhao took a deep breath: "One hundred thousand Qingfu!"

"No, this time it'll be two hundred thousand!"

Bald man Puzhao remained silent for a moment, then said, "Okay!"

The intelligence agents were delighted, rubbing their hands together and exclaiming excitedly, "Although the Flower-Scattering Taoist is formidable and vindictive..."

"However, he has a weakness: he tends to be considerate of people he knows."

"If you find someone he knows to help persuade him, you can then prove your innocence and offer some compensation."

"Perhaps the Flower-Scattering Taoist will let you off the hook!"

Bald Puzhao said sadly, "He cursed and killed an innocent person like me for no reason, and I'm supposed to apologize to him?"

"Do you think this is reasonable?"

The intelligence agents scoffed, "Fellow Daoist, does it matter whether it's reasonable or not?"

"If you don't do as I say, you'll die!"

"Staying alive is the most important thing right now!"

"Understand?"

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A deep breath, illuminated by a bald head... and looking up at the sky:

"Understand!"