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

"Is this the house I requested?" Wang Quan looked at the house in front of him and fell silent.

Because the structure of the house was beyond his comprehension.

The room's overall structure is normal, with doors, windows, walls, and eaves.

However, on the eaves, at each corner of the roof, there was a cannon; and at both ends of the ridge, there were two more cannons.

These cannons aren't thick; they're only about the size of a child's head, similar in size to the cannons used for weddings and funerals in the past.

If it were just cannons on the roof, the monarchy could understand and accept it.

However, there were also two cannons squatting at the entrance.

Two cannons were also positioned at the window.

Upon closer inspection, there were a total of twelve cannons crouching outside the house.

Click!

The emcee, a Taoist nun, opened the door, a smug look on her face: "Come in and see, the interior is even more exquisite!"

Wang Quan entered and found that it was a room with a length, width and height of ten meters, divided into upper, middle and lower floors.

The floor below is the kitchen, which looks quite normal.

Wang Quan breathed a sigh of relief.

He went up to the second floor and saw rows of bunk beds.

Hmm... is this the dorm?

Hmm... Going to the dorm to sleep after eating? That's perfectly normal.

Upon reaching the third floor, he saw the storage room.

After waking up, buy some things, and then go outside to kill evil?

"Hmm...that's normal."

Wang Quan smiled and said, "Apart from these cannons being a bit unusual, everything else is normal!"

"You and Dream did a fantastic job!"

"In a few years, I will help you repair the foundation."

The emcee rolled his eyes: "Are you just making empty promises?"

Wang Quan coughed: "I'm serious!"

The emcee exclaimed happily, "You've been so kind to us; I have no way to repay you, so I'd like to offer myself to you!"

Wang Quan shook his head: "You're too weak, I'm afraid you can't handle it."

master of ceremonies……

Meng Huan chuckled, "Master of Ceremonies, stop fooling around; by the way, Wang Quan, the things here have changed!"

Wang Quan: "Ah!"

Click!

The dreamlike Taoist nun twisted the mechanism.

Then, a sound came from the second and third floors.

When Wang Quan went up to look, he found that the third floor had been turned into a library and the second floor into a blacksmith's shop.

He paused for a moment, then said, "Your methods are indeed extraordinary."

The emcee smiled and said, "If your speculation is true, then once we capture this building, we will have six functions."

"By then, everyone will be able to establish themselves there."

Wang Quan nodded: "Wait a moment, I will carve the Taoist scriptures."

"Um!"

He took a deep breath, released his Yang spirit, and then used magic to carve the Taoist scriptures.

He started carving from the first volume and carved up to the 37,000th volume in one go.

At this point, there are still some blank spaces.

After a moment's thought, he continued carving from the first volume.

When he reached the last blank space, he felt a connection and then carved a special Taoist script on it: the special Taoist script from the "Scripture of Salvation".

Click!

The scriptures were carved on it.

All three of them heard a crisp sound.

Then, you can see that from the center of this Daoist inscription, some golden lines extend outwards, connecting all the Daoist scriptures.

Such a strange scene vanished in the blink of an eye.

The emcee and Meng Huan subconsciously rubbed their eyes: "Did you see golden patterns just now?"

"Are we seeing things?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "I'm not seeing things, there really was an unusual phenomenon just now."

The two female cultivators exchanged a glance, remained silent, and did not press the matter further.

Because they also realized that this strange phenomenon was definitely related to royal power.

Wang Quan didn't want to explain the strange Daoist script to the two female cultivators, so he vaguely said, "I'll go check out the second layer of the world."

The emcee opened her mouth, wanting to say she wanted to go along, but then she thought of the dense evil lurking in the second layer of the world, and the strange golden light she'd just seen. She casually said, "Yeah, be careful!"

"If you feel something is wrong, come back immediately, and we'll rebuild it!"

"good!"

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The Second World:

The Yang spirit of the king appeared in a room that was not very large.

The Yang God formed a hand seal, and boundless golden light shone in all directions.

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

Darkness rolled around them, and various sounds of gnashing teeth could be heard.

Wang Quan looked around and saw that it was all dark, but he could not see any trace of evil.

He observed the room's structure and discovered that it was exactly the same as the house that the master of ceremonies in the real world had just built.

Even the placement of the kitchen knives on the cutting board is the same.

The only difference is:

There are no Taoist scriptures carved on the walls of the rooms here.

"Is there no evil?"

Wang Quan didn't care and walked straight to the wall.

He originally intended to use his magical powers to carve the Taoist scriptures.

When the time came, he had a sudden inspiration and began to carve the Daoist scriptures using the golden light emanating from his Yang God.

A beam of golden light shone on the wall.

The next moment, the wall creaked and screamed.

Splash! Splash!

The darkness rolled in like a surging tide.

Wang Quan formed hand seals and cast a series of spells.

In the next instant, lanterns appeared one by one and rose into the air.

These magical lanterns absorb the golden light of the Yang God, attempting to illuminate the darkness.

As a result, the surging darkness easily suppressed the lantern's light.

Wang Quan didn't care and continued carving the Taoist scriptures.

As soon as he had carved three or five Daoist inscriptions, the darkness in the room parted to the left and right, and a group of twisted, evil chefs appeared, surrounding a chef who wore a tall hat and looked like a human.

The bizarrely shaped, twisted chef, carrying a cleaver, pots and pans, bared his teeth and brandished his claws, his expression fierce and ferocious.

The chef, who resembled a human, exclaimed with a strange expression, "I've finally seen a living person!"

"A living person, let me introduce myself. I am a captain of the 3000th Battalion of the Ninth Legion of the Western Expeditionary Army."

Wang Quan's heart stirred, and he smiled and said, "The highest authority in the Drowning Path, the far west, and Stone City—the Flower-Scattering Taoist."

The captain of the 3,000-strong camp blinked: "You call this the far west?"

Wang Quan nodded.

The captain of the 3,000-strong camp laughed: "It seems that after our defeat, our successors have also come to kill us."

"But...you're too late!"

"The sky has fallen, everything here has been destroyed."

"We're all dead now, and we've even become the very people we used to hate!"

"Isn't it ridiculous?"

Wang Quan thought for a moment, then nodded: "Ridiculous!"

The three thousand battalion commanders sighed, "In life I slew evil, in death I became evil."

"In life I was a captain charging into battle; in death I've become a damned cook; tell me, what am I to do?"

Wang Quan thought for a moment: "Why don't you just not resist? I'll use some means to help you pass on to the afterlife?"

Haha!

The three thousand battalion commanders laughed loudly, looking up at the sky: "After being saved, am I still myself?"

"Besides... do you have the ability to help me pass on to the afterlife?"

Wang Quan nodded earnestly: "He's capable!"

"I was able to exorcise evil long ago!"

"Now, it can be done just as well."

The captain of the three thousand-strong camp struggled with his expression for a moment before saying, "I don't believe it!"

call!

Wang Quan exhaled a breath of stale air, and his Yang God suddenly transformed into one hundred and eight streams of malevolent energy, carrying a sky full of golden light, rushing towards them: "I don't need your belief!"

"All I need is for you to—feel—and then—be liberated by me!"