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

In just three months, a building in the second layer of the world was cleared out.

This level of efficiency would have been unimaginable in the past.

But now, with the help of him, Ying Jiaren, and the Zhong surname cultivator—three cultivators who have mastered the Scripture of Salvation—and with the abundant sunlight, they only needed three months to destroy the evil structure that cultivators had been unable to destroy for thousands of years.

"Go!" Wang Quan's heart stirred. "Tell them to wait a moment, and allow me to crush the evil for a while!"

"good!"

With a flutter, the butterfly flew away, dancing gracefully, and disappeared into the second layer of the world.

At this moment, in the second layer of the world, many cultivators, upon seeing Butterfly enter, eagerly inquired, "Brother Scattering Flowers, are you coming?"

The butterflies fluttered: "Come!"

"But you'll have to wait a while!"

Many cultivators, though eager to destroy the last miscellaneous hall, waited patiently.

Although they all possessed the means to permanently eliminate evil, they still respected royal authority.

Because without this man, they would never have been able to clean up the evil structures so efficiently, let alone receive the gifts of the second layer of the world in their lifetime.

It's just a short wait, right? They can afford to wait.

On Linjiang Mountain:

Wang Quan calmly recited the sutra of salvation to deal with the tentacles and vertical eyes.

These days, tentacles and eyes appear, sometimes pleading for his mercy, sometimes in the form of a woman's voice, sweetly declaring that sparing his life would make Wang Quan as happy as a god.

Or they might promise wealth and glory, or promise the attainment of realms such as the Golden Elixir, the Primordial Spirit, or the Dharma Body.

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan merely sneered, unmoved: "What I want, I will obtain myself."

"What I want is not your charity, but what I have earned through hard work and struggle."

Because he knew clearly:

Those who give alms can easily take what others give them.

However, no one can take away his profound foundation in Taoist scriptures, Taoist inscriptions, magical power, and spells.

Recite the Sutra of Salvation fifty times...

One hundred times...

Two hundred times...

After exhausting the power of the two external alchemy pills, Wang Quan slapped the back of his head, and the seventy-two paths of smoke and dust beneath him disappeared into the hair at the back of his head.

Then, he opened his mouth and spat out streams of moonlight.

The moonlight swept him away, and in just a few breaths, he returned to the lower courtyard coffin dormitory area.

He had just returned when he happened to run into the round-faced Taoist nun.

"What are you doing here?" Wang Quan asked curiously.

The round-faced Taoist nun said with a strange expression, "I'm here to solve your troubles!"

Wang Quan was taken aback: "What trouble could I possibly be in?"

During this period, he felt that his life was going relatively smoothly; although there were some ups and downs, they were nothing serious.

The round-faced Taoist nun sighed, "Your lackeys are always bragging to you!"

"Then, a lot of newcomers went crazy and imitated you!"

"Then they made a mess of the lower house."

Wang Quan was taken aback: "A lackey under my command?"

"I don't own dogs!"

"Are you perhaps referring to a spell like the [Flying Eagle and Hound]?"

"Although I have practiced this spell, I have never actually refined it."

"It takes too much time!"

The round-faced Taoist nun coughed: "From now on, you only need to train your flying eagles; you don't need any more lackeys!"

"Because a guy named Wu Yong has become your most loyal lackey!"

Wang Quan was stunned.

Wu Yong?

He casually mentioned to the assassins that they could contact him directly in the future, or that Wu Yong could act as a go-between.

Then, he never contacted the other party again.

He had completely forgotten about that name.

"Tell me more!" Wang Quan asked curiously.

The round-faced Taoist nun took a deep breath: "A few days ago, Wu Yong, that fellow, came riding a crane with a group of poor folks, dressed in a Taoist robe and carrying a whisk."

"When he recruited men, he claimed they were your lackeys."

"Then tell others about your past; say that you studied diligently day and night in the library."

"You even said you mastered nine thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures before you officially began practicing!"

"You're the strongest among the new generation."

"Then, some new seekers of immortality also began to study the Taoist scriptures day and night. They drank free vegetable soup and ate free flatbread."

"Because of prolonged sleep deprivation and frantic memorization, he eventually suffered a mental breakdown."

"The first batch of immortal seekers were all completely fooled by Wu Yong!"

"They even spontaneously formed a flower-scattering organization, dressing up in heavy makeup every day, carrying flower baskets and displaying their beauty, saying they want to admire you, emulate you, catch up with you, and become you!"

"I have a feeling this guy is trying to use your connections to intimidate others!"

Wang Quan shook his head: "This guy might just be trying to flatter me, or he might be trying to intimidate me; but it doesn't matter... Next time you see him, make sure he understands what he should and shouldn't say!"

"Let him know what boundaries are!"

The round-faced Taoist nun said, "Don't worry, I've already whipped him dozens of times!"

"And I even had his mouth sewn shut."

"He won't be able to utter a single word for the next ten years!"

"These ten years have been enough for him to understand what it means to have a sense of propriety!"

Wang Quan nodded: "Don't be so rough in the future!"

"When doing things, we should show warmth, depth, and grace."

"Don't be too rough!"

The round-faced Taoist nun rolled her eyes: "Then should I remove the stitches from his mouth?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "Don't take it off; it was just sewn up, and taking it off again will hurt so much!"

The round-faced Taoist nun nodded: "Okay!"

"You're still too kind-hearted...!"

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Quan casually remarked, "Let's just get rid of him!"

"Huh?" The round-faced Taoist nun was dumbfounded.

Wang Quan sighed, "I gave him a chance, let him earn three million yuan, and let him make connections for some people."

"But instead of doing his job properly, he's just causing trouble!"

"It would be an injustice if he didn't die!"

"By the way, get someone to clean it up properly!"

The round-faced Taoist nun nodded vigorously: "Ying Jiaren's Taoist weapons still have gaps!"

"I'll just send him to be a soldier!"

Royal power, neither confirmed nor denied.

After exchanging pleasantries and drinking tea, Wang Quan suddenly realized and said, "Oh right, I still need to go to the second layer of the world."

"A whole bunch of people are waiting for me to go in!"

The round-faced Taoist nun's eyes darted around: "Waiting for you to cleanse the evil?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "No, they're going to clean up the evil storage hall on the second floor."

"Please invite me to attend the ceremony!"

The round-faced Taoist nun was taken aback: "They don't need your help to cleanse the evil building?"

"In that case, your standing among them will likely decline significantly!"

Wang Quan laughed heartily: "I will fight for the status I want myself."

The round-faced Taoist nun didn't quite understand Wang Quan's thoughts. She muttered, "You shouldn't have taught the 'Scripture of Saving People' in the first place, and you definitely shouldn't have associated with them with sunlight!"

"Now look what's happened! Countless monsters are refining sunlight; once their sunlight industry chain is on track, your 'Saving Souls' sutra will be even more useless!"

Wang Quan laughed heartily: "So what?"

"If they can cleanse evil without me, that would be a good thing!"

The round-faced Taoist nun sighed, "You're different from everyone else!"

"If others had your abilities, they wouldn't casually spread them, lest they be surpassed!"

Wang Quan smiled but didn't say anything.

How can a group of cultivators who don't even have a [First-Rank Dao Seal] surpass him?

Based on imagination?

Or is it just a matter of picking up scraps from others?

Ha ha!

——Seeking your help, experts!—— I humbly request your support! Thank you so much!