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

After the first Five Elements Fruit Tree was planted, the rest were much easier.

This time, the other cultivators took out sandalwood and helped Wang Quan worship the four directions and the four seasons.

Initially, one Five Elements Fruit Tree was planted every half hour.

However, as more and more fruit trees are planted, the earth's veins, though still very weak, have already formed a cycle of life.

Therefore, the planting speed has increased significantly.

In just three days and three nights, everyone had planted all three thousand Five Elements Fruit Trees brought by Wang Quan.

Three thousand Five Elements Fruit Trees rose from the ground. After observing them, many cultivators felt that although the thickness of the earth had not increased, it had a greater sense of weight compared to three days ago.

Some cultivators even recorded the strange power fluctuations beneath the earth, such as malevolent energy, magma, and thunderstorms. After comparison, they found that these violent powers were somewhat more docile than before.

It works!

Works great!

The only pity is that Wang Quan no longer has any Five Elements Fruit Tree saplings.

People dared not force the fruit trees to grow and reproduce, for fear of disrupting the balance.

Wang Quan spoke up: "Everyone, let's continue to build and strengthen the earth's veins."

"It won't be long before we can use these fruit trees as a foundation to develop fertile fields."

One of the cultivators did some calculations and laughed, "We originally thought it would take at least one or two months to cultivate a piece of fertile land that could support ten thousand people."

"If we plant grains among the five fruit trees now, we can cultivate a piece of fertile land in three to five days at most."

Wang Quan shook his head upon hearing this: "No way!"

"I also need to place some magical artifacts among the fruit trees to enhance the earth's energy!"

"Everyone should start over outside."

The group calculated and deduced: "If fertile land is cultivated on the outskirts, it will only take ten days or so to support at least 50,000 people."

Although it takes longer, the output is several times greater.

Therefore, everyone was even happier.

Wang Quan coughed: "Everyone, please continue with your work. I'll recruit a few Foundation Establishment cultivators to come and help."

Ma Qingqiu quickly stopped him, saying, "Wait a minute."

"I tried it yesterday. You need to recruit at least 10,000 people at a time before you can use the teleportation device to send cannon fodder."

"If there are too few people, we won't teleport; if there are too many, what will we eat and drink?"

The other cultivators nodded in agreement: "Indeed!"

"Let's wait a bit!"

Wang Quan nodded: "Oh!"

"I'll go take a look first!"

The others knew he didn't believe it, but they didn't want to stop him.

After all, they just planted three thousand fruit trees to stabilize the earth's veins and regulate the earth's fire and feng shui; in the short term, it can save them more than ten times the time; in the long term, the impact is even greater.

Once the Five Elements Fruit Trees can reproduce, we can even try to adjust the abnormal climate outside the city to help them earn authority points.

Therefore, most monks do not want to strain relations with the royal power.

call out!

Wang Quan transformed into a malevolent aura, traversing the sky and landing in the teleportation hall.

It's called a hall, but it's really just a few pillars supporting a roof, with no walls around it.

In the center is a ring made of red copper. Inside the ring, numerous gears and connecting rods rotate slowly without making a sound.

Beside the circle, there were some bronze puppets.

One of the bronze puppets had glowing eyes, while the others remained motionless with their eyes closed.

At this moment, the puppet stepped forward: "Young friend, are you sending cannon fodder over?"

Wang Quan nodded: "That's right!"

"Look at my access permissions. What's the minimum number of people I can teleport at once?"

He handed the identity token to the puppet.

Click!

The puppet's hand tore open, partially revealing the token, and gears within it whirred wildly, emitting a mechanical sound: [Far West. Level Three Authority]

"With your level three access, you can teleport at least one hundred orthodox cultivators, one thousand new-method cultivators or demons, or ten thousand martial artists or spirits at once."

Wang Quan raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"I want some monks from my hometown, but I don't know their location or situation."

"How can I contact them? How can I get them to come over?"

Click!

The puppet's internal gears turned, and it immediately responded: "Tell me their detailed identities, and I can help you search for and contact them."

"As long as they're not dead, I'll be able to find them."

"As long as the leader of their team has less authority than you, you can forcibly demand it."

Wang Quan was delighted: "Great!"

"The female emcee, from the Daoist punctuation mark xx...yy...drowning lower academy..."

"Dreamlike Female Cultivator..."

"Si Xiaohong..."

Wang Quan rattled off hundreds of names in one go.

Splash! Splash!

The gears inside the puppet made a crisp sound, and the red light in its eyes flickered erratically.

One hundred breaths...

A cup of tea's time...

A quarter of an hour...

"One hundred and twenty-two people were found, but their leaders do not have the same level of authority as you."

Should we send an invitation?

Wang Quan took a deep breath: "Extend the invitation!"

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In a remote place in the far west:

The master of ceremonies, along with tens of thousands of orthodox Foundation Establishment cultivators, hundreds of thousands of new-method cultivators, and demon beings, wielded magical artifacts and spells to fight against a strange wind.

This strange wind gathers and disperses without form, and with each change, living beings perish.

The nun in charge of the ceremony, her face pale, called out to the cultivators under the large flag, "Brothers, you must also lend a hand!"

"This wind is too strong, we can't withstand it; everyone has suffered too many injuries!"

Under the banner stood seven or eight Daoist cultivators.

These cultivators frowned, constantly deducing the power and changes of this strange wind, searching for its weaknesses and ways to break it.

Interrupted by the Taoist nun at this moment, he immediately sneered, "Shut up!"

"Even if you can't bear it, you have to bear it."

"Focus on casting the spell! If you keep dawdling, I'll send you all to the front lines to die!"

The nun, the master of ceremonies, turned ashen with rage, a fierce glint in her eyes. She silently grumbled, feeling wronged: "If I weren't so weak, I would have killed all of you bastards long ago!"

"I have no objection to you using cultivators of the new cultivation method as cannon fodder, but I would welcome it even more if you used demons, spirits, and martial artists as cannon fodder."

"But we are orthodox monks!"

"We've invested so much effort and resources in building this foundation; we don't want to be cannon fodder!"

The ethereal Taoist nun, scraping away the rotten flesh melted by the strange wind, used her magic to restore her flesh and blood, her heart filled with bitterness: "When will this ever end!"

The other Foundation Establishment cultivators who had come from the lower academy after the drowning also sighed, "In just five or six years, we have lost more than half of our companions."

"I'm afraid we'll all be dead in another year or two!"

"I wonder when Brother Hua will come to our rescue!"

Beside her, only a head remained, a jar filled with dozens of internal organs hanging from her neck: "It should be soon!"

"When we arrived, he said it would take five or six years to build the foundation."

"Then it will take three to five years of travel to get here."

"Let's persevere for another three to five years!"

One of the monks sighed, "I'm afraid that in another three to five years, we'll be nothing but bones."

They secretly communicated in whispers, their hearts devoid of fighting spirit.

Suddenly, a newly initiated cultivator shouted, "Gentlemen, these people seem to be whispering and slacking off!"

"Gentlemen, let's send them to the front, give them a boost, and lift their spirits!"

The orthodox Foundation Establishment cultivators who were being used as cannon fodder at the front hurriedly roared, "That's right! Let them come to the front and give us a boost. They're good for dying for us—no, I mean, for holding our place for a while!"

The emcee and the others... Holy crap!