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

"Whether you're from unorthodox sects or heretical paths, do you dare to provoke me?"

The round-faced Taoist nun looked disdainful.

These cultivators were actually cultivators from sects.

However, they do not belong to unorthodox sects, much less to the orthodox schools of Taoism.

These sect patriarchs were all founded by disciples of both orthodox and unorthodox sects in the past.

Such a sect has only 9,999 volumes of Daoist scriptures.

The fundamental laws and spells within the sect are merely those left behind by the cultivators who founded the sect, far less comprehensive than those of unorthodox sects and lower academies.

Therefore, in the eyes of unorthodox cultivators, they were no different from other wild cultivators and were not worthy of their attention.

Upon hearing this, these cultivators felt no shame or anger; on the contrary, they became even more excited.

"Fellow Daoist, do you need a Daoist partner? If so, I can offer myself!"

"I don't ask for a lifetime with you, fellow Daoist; I only ask to have this brief moment with you!"

The round-faced Taoist nun shook her head: "Do you think I could be short of money?"

"With a mere flick of my wrist, countless wild cultivators, even wild Foundation Establishment cultivators, would want to be my Daoist partner."

"You think I'd even look at a bunch of ugly, deformed people like you?"

The monks sneered, but they still refused to give up and instead continued to flatter her.

They didn't ask for any Daoist partners, they just wanted to exchange contact information so they could have a chance to communicate in the future.

Whoosh!

The cloud boat rushed into the sea of ​​clouds.

The round-faced Taoist nun composed herself: "Alright, I'm going to begin my cultivation!"

"Don't disturb me!"

As she spoke, she threw out a command flag to protect herself, and then began chanting Taoist incantations, gathering clouds, and refining them.

This time when she goes back, she wants to bring some heritage to her family.

Being on the sea of ​​clouds now would be perfect for refining clouds, saving her a lot of time.

The many unorthodox cultivators exchanged glances and sighed, "Indeed, those who can become unorthodox cultivators are all quite extraordinary."

"The journey was tedious, and instead of seeking pleasure, the other person chose to engage in ascetic practices!"

"No wonder they're better than us!"

Some cultivators observed the round-faced Taoist nun's magic and discovered that her spells were exquisite: she could draw out strands of clouds and quickly weave them into a single cloud before storing them away.

"It takes us at least a month to refine an auspicious cloud, and sometimes three to five months."

"But she can refine a flower in just one or two hours."

"As expected of a great cultivator from unorthodox sects."

The group of monks were filled with envy and jealousy.

one day....

Two days....

Three days....

"Why hasn't my junior brother arrived yet?"

"Have we run into trouble? Or have we gone the wrong way?"

The round-faced Taoist nun took out a small mirror to contact Wang Quan.

Soon, Wang Quan replied: "I encountered something interesting that delayed me a little, but I caught up with you quickly."

"oh!"

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Yesterday, Wang Quan transformed into a divine light of earthly evil. As he passed through a mountain range, he saw a pillar of black smoke rising into the sky ahead.

His Earthly Fiend Spiritual Light was fast, directly crashing into the black smoke.

The black smoke was torn apart by the seventy-two Earthly Fiend Spiritual Lights in the next breath.

Then, flying swords, magical artifacts, and clouds rose into the air, chasing after him: "Friend, you think you can just leave after destroying our years of hard work?"

"That's so unethical of you!"

Whoosh!

Wang Quan gathered the earthly evil spirits, and smoke and clouds flowed through his hair, transforming into the "Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust" that landed at his feet. He looked behind him with a blank expression.

After waiting for more than a dozen breaths, numerous flying swords, magical artifacts, clouds, and other objects finally caught up.

There are many monks up there.

These cultivators, who were initially aggressive, felt an invisible pressure as they approached the king.

Their flesh, limbs, and organs groaned and issued a warning.

The leading cultivator inwardly groaned, "Damn it, I was so angry just now that I lost my mind and reason."

"This cultivator was able to easily destroy the treasure we've painstakingly crafted over several years; he's certainly skilled!"

"We shouldn't have provoked him!"

"This guy is probably a Grandmaster of the Purple Mansion realm!"

At this moment, Wang Quan spoke up: "Destroy your years of hard work?"

"That can't be!"

"I was running all the way here, and I just accidentally passed through a plume of black smoke."

"Could this black smoke be the result of your years of hard work?"

"But the black smoke you've painstakingly crafted over years can't possibly be ruined by a mere bump!"

"You...don't try to extort money from me!"

While they were talking, Wang Quan was secretly preparing a spell.

In his view, these monks were simply looking for excuses to extort money from people.

After all, he had encountered similar situations several times along his journey, but no cultivator had ever caused him any trouble.

Now that someone is causing him trouble, isn't this bullying an honest person?

Is this taking advantage of his kindness? Is it because he's from out of town?

The leading cultivator's lips twitched, and he said with a desolate expression, "I'm sorry, fellow Daoist. We were refining a magic weapon prototype when we saw you bump into it. We were afraid you might get hurt, so we came up to check on you!"

Wang Quan shook his head: "I'm fine!"

"That plume of black smoke suddenly rose into the air; I was moving too fast, so it's my fault for not being able to react in time!"

"But don't worry, I'm fine!"

At this moment, the other cultivators caught up.

A female cultivator angrily exclaimed, "Master, he clearly ruined the magic weapon prototype that we've painstakingly crafted over the years!"

Why are you still worried about whether he's injured?

"Hey, you have to compensate us for the magic weapon prototype!"

Wang Quan took a deep breath: "Fellow Daoist, you must be mindful of your words!"

"Don't think you can blackmail me just because I'm naive!"

"I clashed with a potential magic weapon a while ago."

"Hundreds of magic weapon prototypes, in just one breath, completely shattered my Earthly Fiend Spiritual Light."

"If that black smoke you were using really is a potential magical artifact, then it wouldn't be you who suffers the damage, but me!"

Upon hearing this, the leading cultivator broke out in a cold sweat: "Fellow Daoist, this is a misunderstanding!"

"My disciple is young, he has only been practicing for a little over ten years, he is ignorant and speaks nonsense."

"I hope you will forgive me, fellow Daoist!"

Good guy!

Is this even human?

To single-handedly withstand the attacks of hundreds of magic weapon prototypes for the duration of a single breath? That's just too incredible!

If that happened to me, I'd kill myself on the spot.

At this moment, a male cultivator caught up, carrying a ball of black smoke with a hole in the middle, and said sadly, "Master, this magic weapon prototype is really ruined!"

"The illusory world inside is collapsing!"

"Nearly ten years of hard work, all destroyed in an instant!"

The leading cultivator's lips twitched: "Fellow Daoist, my disciple has only been cultivating for a little over twenty years. He's inexperienced and likes to spout nonsense!"

Wang Quan's lips twitched: "A magic weapon prototype? I really damaged it?"

"Um!"

Wang Quan... This is the first time I've ever seen such a fragile magical artifact prototype.

"Come on, let me take a look at this blank, see if it can be repaired!"

"Ugh!"

A few moments later, the leading cultivator, constantly wiping away cold sweat, explained the refining method and mysteries of this black smoke magic weapon blank:

"This magic weapon's blank is made of Taiyin Green Silk, depicting one hundred and eight Taiyin Dream Demons; it contains an illusion."

"Use illusions to trap the enemy."

"Ultimately, the enemy will perish."

Wang Quan used a magic technique called "Spiritual Eyes," his eyes shooting out golden light to illuminate and observe the black smoke magic weapon prototype.

In his view, the quality of this so-called magic weapon blank was vastly different from that of the magic weapon blanks of the [Alliance of Strange Eyes].

Judging by quality, it's only slightly better than the top-grade magical artifacts popular in the lower temples, maybe two or three times better.

This thing is really worthless in the drowning house.

Interestingly, the crafting method for this item was quite unique, differing significantly from the methods he knew for crafting magical treasures and artifacts.

"Please wait a moment, I'll take a look and fix it for you!"