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

call out!call out!call out!

One hundred and eight celestial and terrestrial spirits, carrying the golden light of the "Scripture of Salvation" which can corrode and convert evil, lingered around the officers and soldiers of the three thousand camps like swimming fish.

Bathed in golden light, the twisted chefs screamed in agony, their bodies riddled with holes the size of fingers, from which wisps of blue smoke billowed.

The captain of the 3,000-strong camp growled and yanked off the cook's hat, throwing it into the air.

Whoosh!

Black water flowed from the chef's hat, and the black water seeped into the hole, actually blocking it.

Wang Quan exclaimed in surprise, "Impressive skill!"

When he first tested this "Spirit of Salvation," none of the evils outside could block the golden light shining upon him.

Unexpectedly, the evil within this building, though unstoppable, seems to be repairable?

"Can you withstand the golden light of the [Sūtra of Salvation]? Can you even heal your injuries? Then, can you withstand the new version of the [Sūtra of Salvation]?"

His mind raced, and he gathered all 108 evil energies, preparing to unleash the [Scripture of Salvation].

The next moment, the screams of the chefs, twisted in agony, could be heard.

Upon closer inspection, Wang Quan discovered that the hole he had just plugged had reappeared.

"Hehe... I thought the power of the [Sūtra of Salvation] had diminished."

"Unexpectedly, it's still the same!"

Since that's the case, there's no need to change to other methods.

The king was delighted.

Whoosh!

He transformed into 108 celestial and terrestrial spirits, flying across the sky and continuing to sweep over and twist the chef.

As a result, in the next instant, these twisted chefs screamed and frantically retreated.

Three thousand captains of the main camp raised their cook hats and unleashed even more black water that swept in.

Whoosh!

The royal power danced in the air, easily dodging the numerous black waters, before heading straight for the captain.

The twisted cooks screamed and howled, frantically blocking the captain's path.

However, the malevolent energy could change in size at will, instantly passing through the gap and carrying the golden light of the "Scripture of Salvation" to illuminate the evil spirits of the captain.

The captain screamed evilly, threw his chef's hat to block, and then rolled into the darkness.

boom!

Several holes appeared in the chef's hat, from which billowing blue smoke escaped.

The captain shouted evilly, "Fellow Daoist, brother, sworn brother, I was just teasing you. Please don't act rashly, please don't act rashly."

Wang Quan smiled and said, "I won't act impulsively!"

Why did you run away?

The captain sneered evilly, "I see you are in pain from the golden light, so I am afraid."

Wang Quan smiled without saying a word, but transformed into a sky full of malevolent energy, wandering around the twisted chefs.

The chefs screamed in agony as more and more holes appeared on their bodies.

They wailed and retreated into the darkness.

However, Wang Quan could see billowing blue smoke rising from the wall.

A thought struck him, and he transformed into malevolent energy, wandering across the wall that was emitting blue smoke.

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

Blue smoke rose from the walls, accompanied by strange creaking sounds.

The next instant, these walls sprouted mouths and roared, "You bastards are in cahoots with this human, aren't you?!"

"Is it specifically designed to attract humans to deal with us?"

"Are you taking advantage of us because we're just wooden planks that can't be moved?"

The walls gurgled and groaned, then opened their mouths and spat out the twisted chef.

The chefs landed, their mouths agape as they peered through the wall.

The walls panicked; they shook their bodies and shrank their mouths.

Seeing this, Wang Quan transformed into malevolent energy and attacked again, causing the chefs to scream in agony.

Finally, the chefs, in unbearable pain, put their heads into the door panel's mouth, pleading, "We don't even have holes in our heads yet, please, take our heads and go!"

The walls initially wanted to refuse, but they suddenly sensed an enticing aroma emanating from the twisted chefs.

Glug!

Glug!

They swallowed their saliva.

Then, as it swallowed, it swallowed the twisted chefs into its belly.

The walls let out a burp and chuckled, "We're kind-hearted. We'll swallow your bodies too, not just your heads, to protect you."

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The twisted chefs frantically pounded on the walls, shouting, "Let us out!"

"We are not food, we are chefs!"

"The food is outside!"

The wooden planks on the wall vibrated, sometimes bulging up and sometimes shrinking down.

Suddenly, something like a club sprouted from the wall and lashed it hard at the bulging area: "Don't move; wait a little longer, and the pain will subside!"

"Ouch...why does my face hurt so much?"

"Damn humans are writing on my face!"

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

"Hey, can you not write?"

Whoosh!

The malevolent aura emanating from the king's power roamed freely, scattering golden light as it forcibly inscribed scriptures on the dark walls.

As lines of Taoist scriptures were written, darkness swirled around them, attempting to erase the scriptures.

However, the Taoist scriptures were all shrouded in the golden light of the "Scripture of Salvation," and when the darkness touched them, it was in so much pain that it retreated frantically.

In just a dozen or so breaths, Wang Quan managed to write a scroll of Taoist scriptures.

A scroll of Taoist scripture appeared on the wall, forming a small safe zone.

The darkness roared, the whole house shook, and various gnashing teeth cursed him.

Wang Quan remained unmoved and began writing the second volume of the Daoist scripture.

After the second volume of the Taoist scripture was written, the hidden captain and cook reappeared: "Brother, why must you be so ruthless?"

"The world is vast, and there are countless buildings."

"If you like writing on buildings, you can find another place. Why does it have to be this one?"

"Look at this building, it's very small and cramped, and it even has some strange and unusual mechanisms."

"This cramped and cluttered place is not enough to contain your words!"

Wang Quan coughed: "It's alright!"

"I specially built this building in the real world so that it could be reflected in the real world."

The captain looked bewildered: "I don't know what you mean by the real world. I'm just telling you: this house has been passed down through generations of my family."

"No one is allowed to scribble or draw here!"

"Ah...stop!"

The captain shouted, and seemingly appearing out of nowhere, grabbed a cook's hat and charged towards Wang Quan: "Kill!"

"Anyone who dares to trespass on my property, even if they are nearby, will be executed!"

Wang Quan sneered, transforming into a stream of malevolent energy that enveloped him from all directions.

The captain screamed, pulled out a chef's hat, poured out black water, and forcibly blocked the golden light.

It only provided temporary protection before a hole appeared in the chef's hat.

The captain screamed, rolled over, and disappeared into the darkness: "You wait, you destroyed my home, I will make you pay the price."

Wang Quan remained silent and continued writing the Buddhist scriptures.

Volume Three...

Volume Four...

Volume 5...

Every time he wrote a volume, that evil captain would come out to cause trouble.

Wang Quan ignored him: whenever the other party came out, he would shine a golden light on him; after the other party left, he would quickly write scriptures.

Just as he was preparing to write the tenth volume, a wall suddenly sprouted legs and ran away, shouting, "Don't write on me! I'm a pitch-black board, how can I be fair?"

"The other board users will laugh at me to death!"

Wang Quan sneered, and hands emerged from his murderous aura; he rubbed his hands together, releasing bolts of lightning and fire.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The lightning and fire blasted the board back to its original position.

boom!

After pressing the board down with both hands to prevent it from moving, Wang Quan began writing the tenth volume of the Daoist scripture.

The board struggled, howled, and cried.

The boards on the wall nearby comforted it: "Brother, think positively, I think becoming whiter isn't so bad."

"Look at those brothers who turned white. They're staying there quietly, without pain or groaning. They look so comfortable!"

The struggling board gradually stopped struggling.

It's not that it's come to terms with things, it's that it's exhausted.

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

Wang Quan described the tenth volume of the Daoist scripture.

After he finished writing the last Daoist phrase in this volume of Daoist scripture, he felt that his Yang spirit was a little weak.

"Write another volume of the Daoist scripture, then return to the real world to restore your original state."

However, at this moment he discovered that scattered Taoist texts from the eleventh volume of the Taoist scripture were slowly appearing on the board beside him.

"What's going on?"