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

The far west is where Dream, the Master of Ceremonies, and others went back then.

Initially, everyone thought it was simply a matter of going there to establish a branch temple, so many monks, spirits, and other creatures signed up to follow.

When they arrived at the destination, they discovered that it was a place neither humans nor spirits could live in.

In this place, Purple Mansions are everywhere, and Golden Core cultivators are as worthless as dogs; perhaps only those at higher levels, such as Primordial Spirits and Dharma Aspects, can stand up and tremble.

As for Foundation Establishment cultivators?

Heh, they were just a bunch of cannon fodder.

Wang Quan was stunned.

During this period, although he communicated with Dream, the emcee, and others, it was not frequent:

We only communicate once a year.

The other party only complained in the letter about how many unlucky people had died, how the bodies were disposed of, and what strange phenomena had occurred in certain places.

There was no mention whatsoever that the far west would continue to recruit Foundation Establishment cultivators to serve as cannon fodder.

But now...

Everyone sighed and felt downcast, so they dispersed early.

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Several days have passed in the blink of an eye:

The Si family was the first to send someone to invite Wang Quan to the Foundation Establishment Banquet.

To his surprise, very few people attended the banquet, only a handful of people.

Most of these people were relatives of the Foundation Establishment cultivators, and a few were friends.

Wang Quan was also one of his friends.

The Foundation Establishment power emanating from the several Foundation Establishment cultivators was far stronger than that of the Dreamy Daoist nun from back then.

They were delighted to see the king approaching and raised their cups in celebration.

Wang Quan responded to each point.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, these Foundation Establishment cultivators wasted no time and immediately began to share their Foundation Establishment experiences and profound insights.

They spoke in Taoist language, which was far more complex than that of the Dreamy Taoist Nun.

The others were confused, but Wang Quan heard it clearly.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the Foundation Establishment cultivators finished speaking.

They looked at Wang Quan: "Fellow Daoist, is there anything you don't understand? We'll explain it to you in plain language."

Wang Quan shook his head: "I have a deep understanding of Taoist scriptures, and I can understand them all!"

A female cultivator named Si Xiaohong, with a plump figure, a ponytail, an oval face, and dimples when she smiled, said: "That's right, we can't even understand the crafting method of the Five-Colored Altar, but you can."

"We speak in your language, and it sounds to you like everyday speech!"

A little girl tugged at Si Xiao's red dress, saying, "Grandma, I don't understand."

Snapped!

Si Xiaohong smacked her on the head: "You brat, I told you to study hard and improve every day; but you either tease monsters or mess with the new cultivators."

"Serves you right for not understanding!"

The girl said resentfully, "Grandma, he doesn't understand, yet you still insist on explaining."

"I don't understand, why don't you hit me?"

"It's painful! It's heartbreaking!"

Si Xiaohong rolled her eyes and slapped the girl's head again:

boom!

The girl transformed into a rag doll and fell onto the seat.

Everyone laughed.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and pleasantries, several Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Si family spoke of the far west: "Fellow Daoist, this trip to the far west may be our last!"

"I hope that in the next few years, if you are able, you will take care of our family!"

Wang Quan nodded: "No problem!"

"By the way, is it mandatory to go after reaching Foundation Establishment?"

"Can't you just refuse?"

Si Xiaohong smiled wryly: "Of course I can refuse!"

"However, if we refuse, we and our family members will lose our status as members of the drowning channel!"

"No one in our bloodline for ten generations is allowed to join the Drowning Channel!"

"What's even more terrifying is that the three thousand unorthodox paths, eight hundred side sects, and one hundred and eight orthodox sects will all record our bloodline."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan fell completely silent.

Good heavens, this drowning channel is really ruthless in finding cannon fodder.

Compared to the drowning channel, the numerous families and organizations that play with bloodletting and induced organ production in this drowning ward seem insignificant.

They all seem to be from the same lineage?

"In that case, it will be as difficult as climbing to heaven if they want to come back in the future."

Wang Quan sighed.

Si Xiaohong and the others echoed, "Yes!"

"Even if we set foot in the far west and reach the Purple Mansion realm, achieving the Golden Core, we might not be able to return alive."

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

Wang Quan drank two more cups of wine: "When are you leaving?"

Si Xiaohong: "One month later!"

Wang Quan understood, exchanged pleasantries, and then left.

For the next two weeks, he attended one foundation-building banquet after another for families and organizations.

There weren't many people at the banquet.

Without exception, all the Foundation Establishment cultivators who hosted the banquet asked the king not to make things difficult for their families and organizations.

Wang Quan readily agreed, saying, "We are all friends, and we will definitely help each other!"

"Moreover, I will also be building my foundation in a few years."

"At that time, I'll probably have to go to the far west!"

One Foundation Establishment cultivator muttered, "If we delay for a few more years, maybe ten or eight years, we probably won't need to go when it's time to establish our foundation again!"

Wang Quan shook his head: "Although the far west is terrifying, how can we cultivators retreat and hide because of such a small danger?"

"You've dodged it this time, but what about next time?"

Many Foundation Establishment cultivators remained silent.

If they had a choice, they wouldn't care about the future.

Unfortunately, they are not yet able to abandon their family and their bloodline descendants.

Therefore, they had no choice.

One month later:

Several hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators quietly left the Drowned Lower Courtyard.

Their departure caused absolutely no ripples in the House of Commons.

It didn't even cause much of a stir within their family.

When the group of cultivators left, Wang Quan asked them to deliver a letter to the Master of Ceremonies, Meng Huan, and Fairy Qin.

At the same time, he also entrusted these Foundation Establishment cultivators to go and help the three of them.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators laughed and said, "Don't worry, we're all from the same hometown, so we'll definitely help each other out. While we can't say we'd go to great lengths for each other, we'll at least lend a hand."

Royal power........

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In the far west: A group of Foundation Establishment cultivators, travel-worn, arrived at a dilapidated courtyard.

They looked around the courtyard and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the crookedly hung sign that read "Pure and Immaculate" at the entrance: "Finally found the place!"

"Hey, didn't Fellow Daoist Sahua say that this bookstore is high-class, magnificent, and bustling with people?"

"Why is it so dilapidated?"

At that moment, a group of cultivators were drinking in the neighboring courtyard. They were quite drunk and were surprised to see so many Foundation Establishment cultivators arrive: "Why are you coming to the slums to play with women?"

Many Foundation Establishment cultivators were bewildered: "This...a slum?"

The cultivator next door nodded: "That's right, Foundation Establishment cultivators without backing or ability all come to the slums."

"Gentlemen, if you really want to have fun, go to the city and have fun."

"The widow Qin in this courtyard is quite aloof these days, and she throws tantrums at the drop of a hat."

"Her service attitude is terrible now; she's probably going through menopause!"

A female monk chuckled lightly: "I like people with bad tempers!"

The monks next door...

Whoosh!

Hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators surged into the courtyard: "Fairy Qin, Daoist Scattering Flowers asked us to take care of you!"

The cultivators next door gasped in astonishment: "Good heavens!"

"The Flower-Scattering Taoist? Who is this ruthless person? Arranging so many people at once? Is he trying to kill Widow Qin?"