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

When you look up at the sky, tears won't fall.

Bald man Puzhao, suppressing his bitterness, grievances, and sorrow, said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, how much money do I need to pay you before you'll ask his acquaintances for help?"

The intelligence agents exchanged glances and smiled, "Fellow Daoist, only one million Qingfu!"

hiss!

Bald-headed Puzhao gasped, "One million just to find a middleman?"

"Are you all crazy, or am I?"

The intelligence officer laughed: "Nobody's gone mad!"

"Is a million gold coins more important, or is my life more important?"

"Moreover, the lion's share of the money goes to the middleman."

"We just make a small profit, attract some customers, and expand our network, that's all."

"Oh, right, you also need to prepare an apology; that's the real expense!"

silence!

Bald Puzhao had a crazy idea: to take out his own money and hire a group of desperados to kill the king.

But... what if it fails?

What if the other party escapes?

What if the outlaws don't act in time?

if.....

So many "what ifs" came to mind.

He was conflicted.

After an unknown amount of time, an intelligence officer received a message and suddenly laughed: "Fellow Daoist Puzhao, I'm sorry."

"If you use a middleman now, it will cost extra!"

"Ah!" Bald Pu Zhao exclaimed, bewildered. "I was just momentarily distracted!"

"This means I have to pay more?"

The intelligence officer smiled and said, "The people from the [Alien Alliance] have contacted us to find a middleman to connect us for two million."

"Therefore, you must also give two million."

boom!

The bald head was shining brightly, making my head buzz.

He knew that the "Alliance of the Strange Eyes" was an organization with even more sophisticated methods for researching anomalies.

All these individuals who conduct extraordinary research, even if gathered together, are not worth one-tenth of the [Alliance of the Strange Eyes].

【Alliance of the Strange Eyes】Mysterious, powerful, and low-profile.

Ordinary cultivators, and even slightly weaker cultivation families, are unaware of this organization.

This shows just how terrifying this organization is.

Yet, this formidable organization, facing attacks from the monarchy, actually sought a middleman to mediate?

He touched his head: "Tell me, is it because of the curse that my brain is damaged, causing me to hallucinate and experience auditory hallucinations?"

Many intelligence personnel remained silent.

Bald Man took a deep breath: "Two million, I'll give it to you!"

"By the way, do you know why the [Alliance of the Strange Eyes] backed down?"

An intelligence officer said with a strange expression, "That Flower-Sprinkling Taoist, before he curses you to death every day, first strikes at a high-ranking member of the [Strange Eye Alliance]."

"I guess that high-ranking official couldn't hold out any longer, so they're considering negotiations?"

Suddenly, Pu Zhao, who was bald, laughed.

"Heh, even the [Alliance of the Strange Eyes] couldn't hold out, so it's normal for me to back down!"

The intelligence agents laughed: "Having that thought gives you hope of survival!"

"Come on, pay up quickly, and let's get this sorted out before tomorrow's cursed killing!"

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Wu Yong is now very happy because his quality of life has improved dramatically since he broke off his relationship with Zhao Hongyi.

He practiced magic every day to earn a wage, and then resumed orthodox cultivation.

Although life was a bit tiring, with his orthodox cultivator abilities, he quickly distinguished himself in just one month, becoming a key member of the Demon Refining team and even rising to the rank of a minor leader.

He felt that once he mastered the evil aura of royal power, he would be able to command an entire team dedicated to cultivating evil energy.

At that time, he can join forces with the leader of this team to make it bigger and stronger.

He had even figured out how to improve the refining process and increase efficiency.

On this day, these wonderful days seemed even more beautiful:

That day, while he was directing a group of fish spirits to refine their magic, someone suddenly came looking for him.

This group claims to be members of the "Knowledge" organization, and they manage a great deal of intelligence.

They wanted Wu Yong to join them.

Initially, Wu Yong was quite resistant.

However, the offer was so generous that he agreed to become an unofficial employee.

On his second day as an unofficial employee, he received a huge bonus: a bonus of three million Qingfu coins.

"Someone wants you to introduce them to Wang Quan, the Flower-Scattering Taoist."

Upon hearing this, Wu Yong remained silent for a moment: "But he might not necessarily see me!"

The intelligence agents laughed: "Whether we meet him or not is not important. What's important is that you help us pass on a message to the Flower-Sprinkling Taoist."

Three million Qingfu, with a message?

We have to do it!

With these three million, he could assemble a team to refine evil spirits.

On the sixth day after the hunchback died, Wang Quan gathered the purple qi and the beauty qi, and then released the Yang God Refining Technique. He prepared to strike the long-tentacle eyeball.

Those eyes are really tough.

For five whole days, he was attacked by the Ferryman Sutra five hundred times, yet he was still alive.

This level of resilience is even more impressive than the evil in the cafeteria.

This impressed him greatly.

"Since you can hold on, let me see how long you can!"

He snapped, "Once I've dealt with Baldy Puzhao, I'll take care of you all every day!"

He used the sutra of salvation to deal with the tentacles and vertical eyes, and he was able to gain merit in secret.

Moreover, the fifty points of merit gained from helping someone in one session are roughly equivalent to those given by the evil beings in the second level of the world.

Although he hasn't yet amplified his Yang God foundation, he feels that if he can completely subdue this eyeball, he will definitely receive the blessing of the Yang God.

Meanwhile, in the second layer of the world, the monks who used sunlight were going crazy.

They worried that the royal power was clearing things out too quickly, leaving them with nothing but scraps. So, during this period, they frantically purchased refined sunlight and attacked the miscellaneous hall day and night.

After eliminating some evil and confirming that he could receive some rewards, the king prepared to reduce the time spent fighting in the second layer of the world.

Instead, they spend more time on other things:

"In the future, I will use my physical body to attack the vertical eye, refine the Yang spirit, and accumulate some heavenly secrets."

"Once the Daoist inscription is upgraded, I can immediately work on the third characteristic!"

Now, he has progressed through 18,000 volumes of Daoist scriptures. At a pace of ten volumes a day, he feels that it won't be long before he can upgrade his Daoist seal script.

If he reaches level two of Dao Seal and accumulates one hundred Heavenly Secrets, he can choose the third characteristic.

Just as he was contemplating adjusting his future plans, Wu Yong, whom he hadn't contacted in a long time, unexpectedly sent him a message:

"Brother Dao, someone from the [Knowledge] organization asked me to pass on a message: they wish to see you!"

"Brother Dao, this [Knowledge] organization is an intelligence organization, and it's very mysterious."

"They gave me three hundred green coins, hoping I could act as a go-between for you!"

"If you're willing to see them, I'll give you all three million Qingfu!"

Upon seeing this message, Wang Quan was stunned and fell into deep thought.

at this time:

Wu Yong, who had just sent the message, waited anxiously for a reply.

He would sometimes look at the message he had carefully considered before sending it, and sometimes look at the members of the "Know" organization.

"Everyone... it's been about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and the Flower-Scattering Taoist... probably won't be seeing you!"

"Sorry, I don't have that much face!"

The person in the organization who was aware of the situation laughed: "It's alright, just wait a little longer; maybe he'll reply tomorrow!"

"And you don't need to apologize, you just need to send the message."

As for whether he'll see us... that's up to fate!

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