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

When Mei Niang made the suggestion, everyone applauded in approval.

Many cultivators rushed forward, amplifying their wisdom to deduce the mysteries of the [Dutian Banner].

Ruo Jinghong and the others were still too reserved to participate.

However, by using crystal balls, tortoise shells, and other materials, people deduced what Wu Zetian and others had deduced, thus continuously improving the results.

In this way, it can't be considered slacking off.

At this moment, Mei Niang struggled through the crowd, finally poking her head out and shouting to Wang Quan, "Brother, let's all come together!"

Wang Quan coughed: "We'll talk about it later!"

"You guys study it first, I'll go check it out!"

"oh!"

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call out!

The king walked through the corridor, around the courtyard, and past the garden.

Upon entering the garden, he made an unexpected discovery:

There are many more people walking the spirit world here than before.

To his surprise:

Many of the spirit mediums carried a sign with the four large characters "猛虎道人" (Fierce Tiger Taoist) written on it.

They dug underground palaces, built tunnels, and erected small wooden houses under the flowers and plants, as if they were running a tribe.

When they saw the king, they immediately bowed and scraped.

However, Wang Quan saw that while they were bowing and scraping, they were also secretly preparing magical artifacts by drawing lightning and fire.

He feared that if anything went wrong, these spirit mediums would swarm him and kill him.

"In the past, those who walked the path of the dead would turn and run away when they encountered beings from the underworld."

"How come you've become so bold?"

"Could it be related to the [Fierce Tiger Taoist]?"

"I'll ask him when I have time."

As he pondered, he walked through garden after garden until he finally arrived at a large hall in front of him.

This hall is where all the residents of the mansion gather.

In the past, when nothing was wrong, the king never came.

He naturally had to come and see what was going on since he was in trouble this time.

To his surprise, hundreds of living beings had already gathered in the hall.

These beings are all descendants of ghosts and gods, and like royalty, they occupy their own private residences.

When Wang Quan arrived, a skeleton was already standing on the table in the hall, gesturing and shouting, "This is too much!"

"We paid such a high price to get the yard."

"As a result, when the rebels stormed the mansion, the gatekeeper actually opened the gate and let them in, allowing them to storm our courtyard."

"Guys, they're treating us like ghosts!"

"Are they trying to take this opportunity to kill us, take back the yard, and resell us?"

"Gentlemen, if they can kill us poor souls today, they can use the rebels to kill you all tomorrow!"

In the hall, many creatures were restless, talking and whispering among themselves.

Wang Quan was filled with fervor upon hearing this, and he raised his arm and shouted, "Attack the gatekeeper!"

Many creatures were stunned.

The skeletal creature spewed eerie green flames from its eye sockets and excitedly raised its arms, shouting, "Attack the gatekeeper!"

As he shouted, the other creatures also raised their arms and yelled, "Beat the gatekeeper!"

In the distance, the gatekeeper crouched among the bushes.

Hearing the shouts of the crowd, he became both anxious and angry: "Damn it, why did you hit me?"

"I was just following orders!"

"I...feel unwell!"

When the gatekeeper saw that the first person to raise his arms and shout to overthrow him was Wang Quan, his heart ached even more: "We used to be so close; I almost let you make my niece a gatekeeper!"

How could you be so heartless as to turn your back on me?

He grabbed a handful of grass and wiped his tears forcefully.

He had only wiped it a few times when he heard a faint voice burst into curses: "You bastard, you fucking ruined my house!"

The gatekeeper looked down and saw some creatures hanging on the grass.

These creatures shrink their size, build thatched huts in the grass, and even form tribes to tame flying insects.

Because the grass outside is rarely tended and no important figures appreciate it, the creatures in the grass live happier lives than those in the garden.

But now that they've suffered a disaster, they're furious and start cursing.

The gatekeeper laughed in fury, forcefully slapping the bushes: "You dogs, you dare to bully me?"

"Just wait, tomorrow I'll have the woodcutter wipe out your stronghold!"

The gatekeeper cursed and swore, and the creatures in the bushes were not to be outdone. At first, the two sides exchanged insults, and then they started fighting.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Lightning and fire exploded, and magic erupted.

The grass rustled.

Everyone in the hall was captivated.

A moment later, the grass burst into flames, and the gatekeeper, clutching his backside, jumped out to find Wang Quan and the others staring intently at him.

Glug!

The doorman swallowed hard, then covered his face with his sleeve and ran away.

As soon as he turned around, dozens of demonic descendants descended from the sky, blocking his path: "You little brat, trying to escape?"

Pfft!

The doorman knelt down, pleading incessantly, "Gentlemen, it's not my fault."

"The housekeeper told me to open the door!"

"He said if I didn't open the door, he'd fire me!"

"I only opened the door because I needed to get a meal."

call out!

Wang Quan landed in front of him and then slapped him more than a dozen times with both hands.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

After a flurry of blows, Wang Quan sneered, "Kid, do you think we're going to eat our lives?"

The gatekeeper burst into tears.

The other descendants of ghosts and gods punched and kicked the gatekeeper, demanding, "Who told you to open the door?"

The gatekeeper quickly announced, "The tenth steward!"

Wang Quan's eyes darted around, and he raised his arm, shouting, "Brothers, let's go find the tenth steward!"

"Interrogate him to find out who's behind this!"

Many descendants of ghosts and gods were excited, and one of them shouted, "I know the residence of the tenth steward!"

"Brothers, come with me!"

call out!call out!call out!

Hundreds of descendants of ghosts and gods took to the air, ignoring the rules of the garden, and forcibly crossed it.

In an instant, the flowers and plants in the garden were swept away and withered by the strong wind.

Meanwhile, the spirits hiding among them happily carried the flower petals into the underground palace, and then rolled up their sleeves to refine elixirs.

Upon seeing this, some of the owners in the pavilions immediately frowned.

They rang the bell and called the servants over: "What's going on?"

"How dare these lowly creatures fly so openly over the garden?"

"Don't they usually just shrink and sneak around underneath?"

The servant quickly explained, "Master, rebels have attacked their residence."

"They were angry, so they lost their composure!"

The servant then explained the situation.

The owners of the pavilions and courtyards sneered, "They call their thatched huts residences? They're not even as nice as where my lackeys live!"

"Let those dilapidated places be destroyed, why are you so angry?"

"Anger is one thing, but why damage the garden as well?"

They were dissatisfied, and some of the more hot-tempered ones wrote notes directly to the servants: "Go and send this to those lowly bastards, and make them come over and kowtow to beg for forgiveness."

"Yes, sir!"

The servants, carrying their master's invitation, chased after Wang Quan and his entourage.

At this moment, Wang Quan and his companions found themselves in the ruins of the tenth steward's residence.

The once luxurious courtyard is now nothing but ruins, wisps of smoke rising, and corpses strewn across the ground.

Everyone's faces darkened at the sight: "Could it be that the tenth steward has also met with misfortune?"

Wang Quan shouted, "Everyone, check if there's a corpse of the tenth steward. Then carefully verify its authenticity."

"Don't let them escape!"

Soon, a descendant of the ghosts and gods shouted, "We've found the body of the tenth steward! The body is real; the fragments of soul remaining in his head are also real!"

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