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

The round-faced Taoist nun gritted her teeth and persevered:

one day......

"About twenty-nine days left!"

"I think I'll be able to live to see the arrival of the monarchy!"

The next morning, as the purple aura rose, the round-faced Taoist nun silently estimated the time.

At that moment, a beam of moonlight burst forth, and Wang Quan's figure appeared on the battlefield.

He looked around and found that there was a great deal of noise, with gongs and drums, banners waving, and horns blaring.

He spotted the round-faced Taoist nun at a glance.

When the round-faced Taoist nun sensed the familiar gaze, she subconsciously met it, and then froze.

Because the royal power, which should have appeared in twenty or thirty days, has now arrived.

She blinked hard, even using her "Insightful Eye" to try and discern whether everything before her was an illusion.

As a result, the Eye of Truth shone brightly and discovered that royal power was indeed real.

At that moment, she was completely bewildered and at a loss:

"How did he get here so quickly?"

"Could it be that he's currently studying divination magic and sensed my danger in advance, so he came to save me?"

"But he should only be at the Qi Refining Realm!"

"Even the most skilled in divination magic can't see several dozen days into the future!"

While she was still wondering, Wang Quan had already locked onto the cultivator from the Great Sun Path.

Because this cultivator's temperament and confidence are different from other cultivators.

This guy is no ordinary person.

As he pondered, Wang Quan, with seventy-two streams of dust flowing from the back of his head, lifted himself up on his feet, leaving a long trail of smoke, and flew in front of his opponent: "Fellow Daoist!"

When the Da Ri Dao cultivator saw Wang Quan and then looked at the round-faced Daoist nun with a happy expression, he instantly realized that the two were in cahoots.

He sighed inwardly and smiled slightly, "You're in the drowning lane too?"

Wang Quan nodded: "That's right!"

"My senior sister is in trouble, I came to help!"

"Fellow Daoist, what grudge do you have against my senior sister? Let me help her settle it!"

The Great Sun Dao cultivator said in a deep voice, "All the Immortal Religion Offices in this empire belong to my Great Sun Dao."

"But your senior sister took a third of it!"

Wang Quan laughed: "She only took a third!"

"I'm sure I can seize a third of it this time!"

"But I didn't do that. Instead, I gave you one-third of what was mine."

"So you still have two-thirds left; that's enough for you to get things done!"

The Great Sun Dao cultivator's lips twitched: "Fellow Daoist, are you threatening me with empty words?"

Wang Quan chuckled: "This isn't a threat, it's a fact!"

"My skills are no less than my senior sister's!"

The Great Sun Dao cultivator took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves, and exuded murderous intent: "Want to give it a try?"

Wang Quan laughed: "We are both proper cultivators; fighting each other would easily damage our harmony!"

"Why not target these wild cultivators and spirits?"

"We will use our methods on them and demonstrate our power—we will determine who is superior and who is inferior, and who will decide life and death."

"how?"

Upon hearing this, the spirits beating drums nearby stopped, and the cultivators waving flags and shouting ceased their actions.

All the cultivators and spirits turned to look at Wang Quan, their faces filled with anger.

Wild monk?

Wild spirits or monsters?

Why do you guys use our lives to compete in a battle of wits and strength?

Is this some kind of bullying?

A cultivator pointed at Wang Quan and loudly proclaimed, "I am a cultivator from the Golden Elephant Sect, not a wild cultivator!"

"Don't you dare humiliate me!"

"Kid, you're even more arrogant than that round-faced Taoist nun!"

"Brothers, let's all attack together and kill him first!"

However, before these cultivators could make a move, Wang Quan took action first.

He patted the "Plain Moon Paper-cutting Box," releasing numerous paper-cuts.

boom! boom! boom!

These paper-cuts are sometimes transformed into altars and incense tables; sometimes into palace maids wielding spears and sticks; and sometimes into monsters with blue faces and fangs.

The palace maids let out a delicate shout, leaping onto the necks and backs of the spirits, yelling, "Charge!"

Awoo!

The paper-cut spirits, shaking their heads and wagging their tails, rushed towards the many cultivators.

The monks and spirits sneered, "A mere trick, yet you dare to show off your meager skills before an expert?"

Monsters wielding clubs, battle axes, spears, and other weapons charged fiercely at the palace maids.

The two sides clashed, guns and clubs crossed, and blood splattered everywhere.

Many wild spirits screamed in agony as they were instantly stabbed to death.

These paper figures are imbued with a wealth of martial arts combat experience, making them exceptionally formidable.

Therefore, it was easy to annihilate this group of wild spirits.

The other cultivators' expressions changed slightly, and they were about to make a move.

As a result, Wang Quan formed a hand seal, and gusts of yin wind flew out from the seal.

This eerie wind is neither a wind from the east, west, south, or north, nor is it a wind from spring, summer, autumn, or winter.

Instead, it is a cold wind blowing from the Yin Earth.

This yin wind is most adept at dissolving yin spirits and yang spirits.

A series of eerie winds blew toward the many cultivators.

Some cultivators who had developed the Dharma Eye saw the yin wind and frantically tried to avoid it, releasing defensive spells and magical artifacts to block it.

As a result, the cold wind quietly passed by, still pursuing them.

They panicked and dodged even faster.

However, the cultivators who did not possess the Dharma Eye technique were completely bewildered.

"Why are you going up and down like that?"

"What are you doing hiding like this?"

"You guys... uh... why am I so cold?"

A series of eerie winds pierced through their flesh and blood, taking away their yin spirits, and even their yang spirits.

New cultivators who do not possess Yin or Yang spirits have a soul.

When their souls are lost and confused, they are scattered by the cold wind.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Corpses fell from the sky and landed on the ground.

At this time, some cultivators also found ways to counteract the yin wind.

They captured the new cultivators and spirits, throwing them into the gloomy wind behind them.

These eerie winds blew straight in, taking away their souls.

In this way, they were naturally safe.

However, before they could even catch their breath, the second wave of royal magic descended.

This time, he released not wind, but a raging fire.

He formed a hand seal and unleashed a burst of flames.

The raging fire transformed into three-legged fire crows, which flew across the sky.

At the same time, a pair of arms grew from his ribs, and he rubbed his arms together to create bolts of lightning.

Many fire crows swallowed the lightning and fire, cawing and swooping down to kill the crowd.

Then, he cast the spell again:

Hands form a mudra, the mudra drawing in the surrounding chill.

The chill transformed into a giant serpent, soaring into the sky and swallowing up clouds in one gulp.

At the same time, arms sprouted from his ribs again, forming hand seals, and golden light shot from his eyes.

The golden light transformed into long spears, whistling and weaving through the air.

He then cast a spell, patting the treasure bag, from which hundreds of dandelion seeds flew out.

Numerous seeds drifted and landed on flesh and blood, taking root and then blooming into more dandelions that scattered down to feed on even more flesh and blood.

The king cast the spell again.

He patted the treasure bag, and strands of straw rope flew out.

The straw rope transformed into a giant emerald green snake, which opened its mouth and swallowed one unlucky soul after another.

One breath...

Ten breaths...

Thirty breaths...

The cultivators and spirits who surrounded and attacked the round-faced Taoist nun suffered losses of about one-fifth.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The Great Sun Dao cultivator clapped his hands, his face filled with admiration and amazement: "Fellow Daoist, you are truly skilled!"

"After thirty breaths, following the release of the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, there are also thirteen other major categories of spells, including wind and thunder, illusion, and poisonous miasma!"

"What's even more mysterious is that these thirteen types of spells, fellow Daoist, can complement each other, subtly revealing a profound and unified nature!"

"amazing!"

Wang Quan smiled and said, "Then, fellow Daoist, how about I see your skills?"