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

Wang Quan's eyes gleamed as he locked onto the black smoke, analyzing its structure, examining the design concept, and deducing repair methods.

The cultivator leading the group secretly transmitted a message to his disciples: "Ancestors, could you please keep quiet for a moment?"

The female cultivator blinked: "Master, you're the real ancestor; when you get old, we'll call you 'Grand Ancestor'!"

"Now you're calling us ancestors? What kind of nonsense is this?!"

"If outsiders found out, they'd think we were betraying our master and ancestors!"

The leader of the group wanted to cry: "You've spent all these years helping me refine treasures, rarely venturing out into the world; you lack experience in the martial arts world!"

"Now take a deep breath and think this through: the opponent can travel by light and easily smash our magical artifact's prototype!"

"Do you think someone who can do that would be incredibly impressive?"

Suck! Suck!

The dozen or so cultivators took deep breaths, causing the air to surge, as if a gust of wind had blown by, making Wang Quan's robes flutter.

The monk leading the group was sweating profusely, fearing he might attract the attention of the king.

A cultivator whispered in a trembling voice, "Master, even with your full power, you can't destroy this magic weapon prototype!"

"Even our enemy, the Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Qinghe Sect, couldn't destroy this unfinished magic weapon!"

"So... this cultivator is a Purple Mansion cultivator? Or even a Golden Core ancestor?"

The leader of the group took a deep breath: "It's said that this region is extremely barren, and there's no way any Golden Core cultivators would ever appear here!"

"The opponent is definitely a Purple Mansion Realm expert!"

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

Many of the cultivators were sweating profusely.

One cultivator, his voice trembling with tears, cried out, "A Purple Mansion expert? If he... if he gets angry, could he crush us with a single finger?"

Wang Quan spoke up: "No!"

One of the cultivators instinctively asked, "Why?"

While fiddling with the unfinished black smoke magic weapon, Wang Quan casually replied, "Because I'm just a Qi Refining cultivator!"

Many cultivators were completely dumbfounded.

"Senior, we're having a secret telepathic conversation, didn't you hear it?" The leader of the group swallowed hard.

Wang Quan tossed the black smoke with his fingers, causing it to crack little by little until it was completely dismantled: "Secret communication? Sorry, I overheard it."

At this moment, the dozen or so cultivators all fell silent.

Click!

Click!

Wang Quan dismantled the so-called magic weapon prototype, and finally said, "The design concept behind your magic weapon prototype is quite interesting."

"But the materials and refining methods used were terrible!"

The cultivators remained silent.

Damn, we've already used the best materials; and the refining method is the sect's most treasured technique, resulting in a powerful magic weapon blank.

How did it become garbage in your mouth?

Haha, and you call yourself a Qi Refining Realm cultivator?

You're kidding me!

Wang Quan was unaware of these people's thoughts; all he wanted to do now was repair this so-called magical artifact prototype.

Given how fragile this thing is, it's likely that he really did break it by accident.

He was still a kind person, and since he had no grudge against these people, he naturally had to repair and compensate them for the damage he caused.

Moreover, the design concept of this magic weapon prototype is quite unique.

After he reaches the Foundation Establishment stage, he will also need to prepare to refine magical artifacts. Therefore, refining and repairing a prototype of a magical artifact in advance can also increase his experience and inspiration.

"Take all your materials out and put them on the ground!"

The group of cultivators exchanged glances, inwardly lamenting: Good heavens, they've dropped the pretense and started robbing people.

Bad luck!

They were unwilling and resentful.

However, we still dutifully took out all the materials.

Oh well, consider it a loss to avoid further trouble!

Wang Quan examined the materials and immediately frowned.

Because many of the materials are simply too ordinary.

Let alone top-tier materials for the Qi Refining Realm, even the ordinary materials sold by the Lower Academy are only a few here and there.

The remaining materials...

"Is this also material?" Wang Quan pointed to a pile of dried-up eyeballs.

These eyeballs were entwined with some Yin energy, but the total amount was only about the same as the energy carried by a handful of Yin soil.

A female nun cautiously said, "These are the eyeballs of dead people, materials formed a hundred years after being buried in a place of yin and evil."

"Quite precious!"

Wang Quan remained silent, then pointed to something that looked like sand nearby: "What about this?"

"Made from bat excrement, it can disturb the mind!"

Wang Quan remained silent, then pointed to a strip of cloth emitting yellow smoke and a foul odor: "What about that?"

"A ribbon made from the foot-binding cloths of eighty-one ninety-nine-year-old women. This stuff is long and smelly, but it's a top-grade material for crafting magical artifacts and treasures that trap people!"

Wang Quan was quite bewildered at this moment.

Because he had never heard of any of these things.

This is the first time I've ever met someone like this.

At that moment, Wang Quan sighed, "You... are rather shabby!"

The monks remained silent.

Wang Quan coughed: "Alright, meeting is fate."

"Watch my repair skills; learn as much as you can!"

The reason why Wang Quan was so generous was that he felt the method of refining the blanks of magical artifacts was not a secret and he was not afraid that outsiders would learn it.

The House of Commons itself seems even less concerned.

On the other hand, he had a vague feeling that these people were somehow connected to him.

This feeling, this sense of something inexplicable, had never occurred to me before.

He didn't know if it was because he met the right person, or because of the mysterious effects that came from his body's flesh and organs surpassing the limits of the Qi Refining Realm.

He lit sandalwood incense and taught the monks the scriptures for worshipping the moon.

The group of cultivators were unaware of the mysteries involved, but they still activated their magical power and chanted scriptures as required by the royal authority.

As the crowd worshipped the moon, the moon, which should not have appeared, faintly emerged.

This scene left the group of cultivators stunned.

Before they could react, Wang Quan slapped the box, and various top-quality materials soared into the air, the eight phases of the moon appeared, and then he freely gathered moonlight.

"Next, I'll use moonlight to refine Yin Moon Silk; this stuff is better than your materials!"

As he spoke, strands of Yin Moon Silk were refined by him.

These yin-moon silk threads were woven by the royal power.

He lit the incense burner, waved the command flag, and even released illusions such as the Illusory Moon Thunder to fill the space with illusions.

After a cup of tea's time:

Wang Quan casually tossed the tattered soot onto the altar and then worshipped the moon.

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

The black smoke burned and churned, eventually turning into a wisp of blue smoke that rose into the air and merged with the moon.

at the same time:

A wisp of bluish smoke landed in Wang Quan's hand.

call!

Wang Quan let out a sigh of relief: "Time was limited, so this magic weapon prototype was only roughly crafted by me. Although it has the potential to become a true magic weapon, its foundation is weak, so even if it becomes a magic weapon, its power will be very weak!"

"Who among you possesses the prototype of this magical artifact? Come closer, and I will impart the incantation to you."

Whoosh!

All the monks leaned in to listen.

The king spoke the Daoist texts, which formed the Daoist language.

As a result, the group of cultivators were bewildered.

The cultivator leading the group chuckled, "Senior, we've only studied three thousand Daoist scriptures; the Daoist language you're using is too profound for us to understand."

"Could you switch to Mandarin?"