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

The king wants everyone to do things, but before that, he needs to adjust everyone's mindset first.

These monks were all in a more miserable state than the last.

Even someone like the emcee, who appears to have no external injuries, may have hidden injuries to their internal organs and even their inner lining.

These injuries may not be noticeable under normal circumstances, but in a critical moment, they can be fatal.

Upon hearing that Wang Quan was going to treat their wounds, everyone immediately shook their heads: "It's no use!"

"These injuries were all caused by those abnormal weather conditions."

"It's quite troublesome to clean; many parts require wet scrubbing."

"For someone like Si Xiaohong, there is absolutely no hope of a cure!"

"Your most important task right now is to establish a foothold in Stone City as soon as possible; it would be even better if you could gain a voice in the matter."

Wang Quan shook his head: "No need to worry."

"I used various methods to plant three thousand five-thousand-tree orchards, which can be considered a demonstration of my skills and a way to establish a firm foothold!"

"Now that you're helping me maintain it, my foundation will be more solid."

"Moreover, I might be able to clean the wounds that you can't."

Seeing this, many cultivators found it difficult to offer any advice.

In fact, everyone was also tormented by their injuries. If the king could really heal them, no, even just one-tenth of their injuries, it would make them feel relaxed and happy.

The female officiant stepped forward: "Come, try it on me first!"

Wang Quan nodded.

He used healing spells.

The next moment, a ball of milky white light entered the master of ceremonies' body.

The emcee frowned; she felt pain in her internal organs, flesh, and bones.

The abnormal power hidden within the body was quickly worn away.

One breath...

Ten breaths...

One hundred breaths...

puff!

The female officiant coughed up a spurt of black blood.

Black blood fell to the ground, hissing and emitting black smoke.

Wang Quan's heart stirred, and he blew a gust of wind that swept up black blood, sending it straight towards the upside-down ocean in the sky.

The black blood fell into the ocean, where a large fish swallowed it whole. In just a few breaths, the fish turned into bones.

The female officiant stretched her limbs and said, "I feel much better."

Wang Quan nodded: "The injuries in your inner realm should have been gathered together by magic; have Yang Shen throw those injuries into the second layer of the world."

"By the way, the second level of this world is extremely dangerous, so you should go in and out quickly."

The emcee smiled and said, "Of course!"

Over the years, she had intermittently entered and exited the second layer of the world, so she naturally knew the dangers within.

The cultivators were overjoyed to see how easily Wang Quan had treated the injuries.

The cultivators, especially Si Xiaohong and others who were left with only their heads and needed to have their internal organs replaced regularly, were overjoyed.

They thought they would only be able to barely survive their lives, and then die in some operation.

But now, they see hope.

"But why can the royal power heal us, while we cannot heal ourselves, using the same healing spell?"

"Could it be that his magical power is more refined than ours?"

A short while later,

Wang Quan treated all the lightly injured monks.

A quarter of an hour passed.

He restored monks with missing arms, legs, and eyes to their original state.

Then, he began to treat unlucky people like Si Xiaohong.

As a healing spell was cast, strange powers exploded from Si Xiaohong's body, allowing her to withstand the healing spell.

Especially around her neck, strange bursts of lightning and fire erupted, completely obliterating the healing spell.

Wang Quan frowned.

However, Si Xiaohong was delighted: "I feel that the force suppressing me has weakened by one-tenth."

Wang Quan: "Wait a moment, I'll try again!"

He took a deep breath, and this time he opened his mouth and spat out a drop of water.

This is a drop of incense-infused water.

call!

He unleashed his magic and cast the healing spell once more.

[Incense and water] Transformation, blessing and healing magic.

This time, the healing spell landed on Si Xiaohong's neck:

Crash!

Thunder and fire exploded, healing techniques exploded.

The two sides transformed into thousands of troops, clashing and fighting fiercely.

After several dozen breaths, the healing power dissipated; the strange force that had been entrenched around Si Xiaohong's neck was now almost gone.

Wang Quan casually cast a healing spell, clearing away the last remaining injuries.

call out!

Si Xiaohong's head levitated, and streams of magical power spurted from her mouth, transforming into flesh-restoring spells:

With the next breath, the flesh and blood on her neck began to wriggle, growing spinal cord, blood vessels, and other tissues, though the growth rate was very slow.

But Si Xiaohong was already satisfied: "In three to five days at most, my body will be fully recovered!"

Wang Quan shook his head: "Too slow!"

If it were just Si Xiaohong, a delay of three to five days wouldn't matter.

However, there were as many as twenty or thirty cultivators as unlucky as Si Xiaohong; each of them wasted three to five days, which meant a lot of delays in the process.

"I will use magic to help you!"

Although he is still using Qi Refining Realm spells, the power of his spells has increased by more than ten times, or even more.

Whoosh!

He used the flesh and blood regeneration technique, and in the next second, the speed at which flesh and blood regenerated under Si Xiaohong's neck increased by more than ten times.

Click!

The vertebrae grow first, followed by nerves, fascia, flesh, etc., which spread outwards from the vertebrae.

Click! Click! Click!

The flesh and blood multiply rapidly.

Si Xiaohong suddenly spoke up: "Brother Sahua, relax your control over the spell and give me some control."

Wang Quan was taken aback: "Why?"

He was worried about unforeseen circumstances if he loosened some control over his spells.

Si Xiaohong coughed: "I feel that my mind is not open enough, so I need to make some adjustments to my mindset; I also need to adjust my waist-to-hip ratio."

Wang Quan quietly relinquished some authority.

Si Xiaohong was happy. She opened her mouth and exhaled a cloud of pink smoke to cover her body, and then began to make minor adjustments.

In less than fifteen minutes, the pink smoke dissipated.

Si Xiaohong, dressed in white, hovered in the air.

She swung her arms and lifted her legs, twisted her waist and lifted her hips, feeling her newborn body.

"This body is quite perfect."

"Brother Daoist, let's find a place later, and I'll let you experience its mysteries!"

Wang Quan coughed and shook his head: "Not for now; come on, everyone, let's all lend a hand to the remaining cultivators."

"good!"

Soon, Wang Quan took the lead, with the master of ceremonies and other cultivators assisting, and together they rescued the other unfortunate souls.

A quarter of an hour passed.

Half an hour...

Three hours...

When the last seriously injured cultivator recovered completely, everyone couldn't help but cheer.

At this moment, some female monks wept with joy once again.

Back then, hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators came in a grand procession, believing that by banding together, they could make a name for themselves in the far west.

As a result, after all this time, only about a hundred people were left dead.

If it weren't for royal power, they might very well be dead today.

The repeated battles and dangers eroded their hope, driving them deeper into despair.

Now, they finally see hope.

The female cultivators choked back tears and wept, while the other cultivators sighed with emotion.

After a long while, everyone adjusted their mindset.

At this moment, Wang Quan spoke up: "Everyone, I am going to cut out some spells. You will bear these spells and help me handle some matters."

"The rest of you will help control the magical artifacts."

Everyone nodded in agreement: "No problem!"

"We'll do anything you ask, as long as we don't fight outside the city!"