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

The darkness of the alleyway is something outsiders simply cannot escape.

However, at this very moment, the dark alley was enveloped in blue light.

Blue lotus flowers bloom.

The minotaur with missing arms, the fangs and claws, and the ferocious creatures of the underworld were all shrouded in the phantom of the blue lotus.

Under the blue light, Ma Qingqiu and the others saw:

The ground was covered with writhing, rotting flesh and blood.

The walls are made of piles of bones.

"I gave you face, but you didn't give me any!"

"Since you're not going to give me any face, then you might as well die!"

As he spoke, Ma Qingqiu clenched his fist.

Click!

The blue lotus closed up.

In the vast alley, a large number of creatures from the underworld vanished.

Whoosh!

The blue lotus rotated, shrank, and disappeared.

Ma Qingqiu sighed.

His sigh turned into blue smoke, drifting away before falling to the ground.

Click!

Blue smoke froze the flesh and blood on the ground and spread outwards.

As a result, it expanded for only a few dozen meters before being swallowed up by decaying flesh and blood.

Glug!

The two Daoist cultivators swallowed hard: "Fellow Daoist Ma, your methods..."

call!

Ma Qingqiu took a deep breath and smiled: "No need to be nervous!"

"Gentlemen, my master once ordered me to help look after this magical artifact!"

"Finally, I was allowed to comprehend the mysteries of magical treasures. As a result, I mastered the method of projecting magical treasures and was able to utilize some of their power."

The two cultivators admired the seal script.

The magic weapon was powerful, and when they were in the Qi Refining Realm, they had all fantasized countless times about obtaining one.

As a result, to this day, they have not even seen a single magical artifact, let alone obtained one.

"As expected, the orthodox Xuanmen sect is extraordinary."

"If we were also in the orthodox sect of Xuanmen, perhaps we would also have a chance to comprehend the magic weapon."

Ma Qingqiu laughed heartily: "The competition among the orthodox sects of Xuanmen is far more intense than that among your unorthodox sects!"

"Back then, there were over a thousand people competing for the task of guarding the magical artifact!"

"Besides these thousand-plus people, tens of thousands more haven't even had a chance to hear the news yet; if they did, the competition would be even more brutal!"

The two Daoist cultivators were taken aback.

Ma Qingqiu smiled and said, "You two, don't just stand there, hurry up and search the place, see what good stuff we can find!"

"Ugh!"

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Mei Niang led seven or eight Daoist cultivators through the streets and alleys of City No. 95.

Instead of buying properties, they observed numerous buildings, inspected shops, learned about local customs, and gathered more detailed information.

Relying on their authority in the Underworld and their status as servants in the mansion, they easily resolved some of the troubles they encountered.

When faced with unsolvable trouble, they swarm in and eliminate the troublemaker.

In just over an hour, they had gathered a great deal of information about the Underworld and learned many legends and rumors about the Imperial Tomb City.

Mei Niang recalled the statues Wang Quan had ordered them to search for, and a vague feeling crept into her mind: "Was it because of these legends that Wang Quan was searching for the statues of the Western Ghost Emperor/Western God Emperor?"

"Or perhaps he found out the exact details?"

She pondered aimlessly, unable to grasp the point, and finally smiled with relief: "Why am I thinking so much?"

"My primary goal right now is to advance my authority in the far west and survive."

"Royal power can help me increase my authority, and it will also make my travels in the underworld safer!"

"That's enough."

"The rest... are not for me to consider!"

"He has brought me benefits, so it's no problem for me to help him find a statue."

"As for how much benefit the statue can bring him, that's none of my business!"

With this in mind, she asked several cultivators to help capture more than a thousand Yin creatures in the alley.

"You all protect me, I need to cast a spell to help the Flower-Scattering Taoist search for something!"

Several Daoist cultivators nodded.

After a short while, Meiniang recited Taoist incantations.

This time, thanks to the blessing of the underworld's authority, her Taoist incantations also triggered extraordinary phenomena such as a shower of heavenly flowers and the emergence of golden lotuses from the earth.

This extraordinary phenomenon captivated many beings in the underworld.

The bound creatures stopped resisting and instead jumped into the golden lotus.

Mei Niang's heart skipped a beat, and she instantly understood: "No wonder Wang Quan thought it was better to do things in the underworld first."

"So, with access to the Underworld, the Underworld is not only safer than dangerous!"

"If I had the authority over the underworld back then, could I have built a residence here, just like Wang Quan, and erected a landmark?"

Thinking of this, she shook her head and smiled bitterly.

"The orthodox and unorthodox sects have collectively built 108,000 cities in the far west!"

"Among the many cities, there are quite a few that control the authority of the Underworld."

"These cultivators must include Golden Core cultivators, or even Nascent Soul cultivators."

"Can I do what they can't?"

"Heh... I can't do that either!"

"For Wang Quan to achieve this, he either has incredible luck or... he is truly capable."

"In fact, both are indispensable!"

"I'm not as good as him!"

call!

Mei Niang exhaled a breath of turbid air, casting aside all her chaotic thoughts, and then used her fundamental technique to control the creatures of the underworld.

The fundamental method of her practice is called "Like a Dream".

This fundamental method can condense dream seeds and implant them into the consciousness of the weak, thereby influencing and controlling them through dreams.

This kind of control can fundamentally control a living being, even in terms of bloodline logic.

The methods are bizarre; even if a Yin or Yang spirit is controlled to death, they will not realize it.

Under Meiniang's control, the abnormal creatures believed themselves to be humans hiding in the underworld.

Their sole purpose in lying in wait was to search for the statue of the Western Ghost Emperor/Western God Emperor.

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Many Daoist cultivators left the residence, but the Fierce Tiger Daoist did not.

He donned a cat skin, transformed into a large cat, and roamed the courtyard.

He would either climb onto the rooftop, enter pavilions and waterside terraces, or go to other courtyards and gardens.

He thought that he would be discovered by the beings of the underworld sooner or later.

As a result, after all his running around and making a fuss, most of the creatures in the underworld did not notice his abnormality; and those that did notice it only glanced at him and gave him a silent warning.

After he left, the creatures did not expose him.

This result amazed the Fierce Tiger Taoist.

He walked the entire mansion and drew a detailed map of it.

They even went to the high-rise building that housed the descendants of ghosts and gods.

When he saw the many Netherworld creatures sleeping and resting in the high-rise building, he seemed to realize something: "No wonder those Netherworld creatures were willing to follow the Flower-Scattering Taoist."

After wandering through the grand mansions, he finally strolled through the gardens.

In the garden, he saw those shrunken creatures of the underworld, and even some spirit walkers.

He chatted with the spirits of the underworld, and even the spirits who walked the underworld, and felt that these gardens were actually huge treasure troves.

One of the spirit mediums laughed and said, "In these garden worlds, any flower or plant is a rare medicinal herb in the real world."

"Although we dare not dig up the flowers and plants, it is still no problem to collect some seeds and record and observe the growth habits of these medicinal herbs."

"Moreover, we can also pick some leaves and roots in this miniature garden world to try our hand at alchemy."

"If these pills were brought back to the real world, their effects would be exactly the same as those refined using complete spiritual herbs!"

The Fierce Tiger Daoist's heart stirred: "So, how many pills have you refined? Have you set up a pill-refining base here?"

These spirit mediums smiled bitterly: "When the spirits of the underworld see us, it's like tigers seeing flesh and blood; they wish they could turn us into a feast and eat us."

"Each time we descend, if we're lucky, we can refine three to five pills."

"If you're unlucky, people might even die!"

"Under these circumstances, how could we possibly build a medicine-making base?"

The Fierce Tiger Taoist smiled: "Well then, everyone, I have a plan."

"What plan?"

"The Medicine Refining Base Project!"