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

When the king goes to war, not a blade of grass will grow.

He led several hundred Foundation Establishment Yang Gods, full of vigor and high spirits, into the second layer of the world.

In a room that is both familiar and unfamiliar:

They diligently wiped the Taoist scriptures on the walls with rags, buckets, and wire.

When Wang Quan and his entourage arrived, the group of evil beings screamed and ran away.

Glug! Glug!

On the second and third floors, multi-barreled cannons appeared.

The cannon grinned evilly, lit its fuse, and aimed at the crowd.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One cannon after another roared in.

If Jinghong and the others used spells to block the cannons, while the others chanted the sutra of salvation, locked onto a cannon, and attacked it fiercely.

call out!call out!call out!

One by one, the spears transformed from the Ferryman Sutra pierced a cannon, causing it to writhe on the ground in agony and howl in pain.

Wang Quan, disregarding everything else, quickly repaired and wrote the Daoist scriptures.

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

Black smoke was rising from the wall:

Twelve volumes...

Fifteen volumes...

Eighteen volumes...

In the darkness, the captain chef poked his head out and growled at Wang Quan: "Human, this is my ancestral home."

"Why are you seizing my ancestral home?"

If Jinghong and the others looked bewildered and confused, they would turn to Wang Quan and grin, "We never expected you to be such a bully!"

Enraged, the head chef pointed at Ruo Jinghong and the others, shouting, "You're all bullies!"

Mei Niang sneered, "I'm a tyrant, what can you do about it?"

Captain Chef...

After a short while, Wang Quan had written twenty-five volumes of Taoist scriptures, and the power of the "Scripture of Salvation" was no longer sufficient.

"Hang in there for now, I'm going back to rest."

"good!"

call out!

The royal power returns to the real world.

Then, while fighting against evil cannons, octopuses and other creatures, many Daoist cultivators looked at the Daoist scriptures written by Wang Quan.

On the wall, more than twenty scrolls of Taoist scriptures emitted a hazy white light.

As darkness churned and eroded the Daoist scriptures, fragments of the twenty-sixth volume of the Daoist scriptures slowly but steadily emerged on the wall beside him.

This scene amazed everyone.

"Is this a tactic of royalty? Or is it simply a peculiar feature of this building?"

A moment later, a cultivator who was very close to achieving the third rank of Daoist scripture landed in front of the wall: "Everyone, I'm here to write the scripture."

As he spoke, he unleashed streams of magical power, preparing to repair the Daoist scriptures.

As a result, the Dao script he condensed vanished into thin air the moment it landed on the wall.

Unwilling to give up, he wrote out the contents of the twenty-sixth volume of the Daoist scripture in mid-air and then imprinted it on the wall.

As a result, in the next instant, the words he had branded were instantly swallowed by darkness.

On the contrary, the Taoist scriptures that appeared on their own remained completely still.

hiss!

The cultivator gasped, "What powerful evil, what bizarre methods!"

In his hometown, this Taoist scripture was imprinted on an evil building, and if no one maintained it, it would take the time it takes to drink a cup of tea for it to be swallowed by darkness.

But now, it's just a breath.

call out!

Another Daoist cultivator flew over: "Watch my skills!"

He had disheveled hair, lit a bundle of sandalwood incense, and took a deep breath.

Suck!

A bundle of sandalwood instantly turned into smoke, which he swallowed.

The next moment, he opened his mouth and exhaled a cloud of smoke mixed with magical power, which transformed into the twenty-sixth volume of the Daoist scripture and was imprinted on the wall.

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

Black smoke billowed, and the twenty-sixth volume of the Daoist scripture vanished in less than a breath.

The two cultivators exchanged a glance and gasped, "What a bizarre method!"

At this moment, the third cultivator flew over. He looked at the wall where Daoist runes were slowly appearing, then at the two cultivators in front of him, and scoffed, "Heh, mastering Daoist runes, but no real ability?"

"ridiculous!"

"You've mastered the Daoist script for nothing!"

"Get out of the way, left or right, and watch what I, the Daoist, have to do!"

The cultivator used his skills to visualize and solidify the Daoist scripture, then imprinted it onto the wall.

A moment later, he stood silently behind the two cultivators in front of him and said in a low voice, "Fellow Daoists, I was a little rude, my voice was a little loud, I was a little arrogant, and I showed a little contempt just now."

"I hope you won't mind."

These two cultivators...

Subsequently, seven or eight more cultivators came and used their methods, attempting to imitate the Wang Quan branding of the Daoist scriptures.

As a result, none of them succeeded.

At this time, some cultivators still wanted to try.

As a result, Ruo Jinghong said coldly, "Everyone, there's no need to try."

"Wait for Fellow Daoist Scattering Flowers to arrive in a moment."

The cultivators exchanged glances and remained silent.

Mei Niang coughed: "Everyone, the Flower-Scattering Taoist has a strong foundation and also had a fortuitous encounter; he's lucky."

"We can't compare ourselves to him."

"Let's all fight evil seriously, first eliminate the artillery, and relieve the pressure."

Many Daoist cultivators nodded in agreement, gathered their thoughts, and got back to work.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, royal power descended.

At this moment, he frowned when he saw that the cultivators were still fighting against evil and that the Taoist scriptures on the wall had not been added or removed.

"It took me almost a cup of tea to recover, and they didn't even know to write the Taoist scriptures for me? What a waste of time."

He suppressed his dissatisfaction and continued to imprint the Taoist scriptures.

One volume...

Ten volumes...

Fifteen volumes...

Wang Quan suddenly stopped.

Because, after fifteen volumes of Taoist scriptures, the power of his "Scripture of Salvation" had not yet been exhausted.

At this moment, his gaze fell on the wooden board beside him.

There, a celestial being emerged from the darkness, emitting a hazy white light.

The Daoist inscriptions appeared at a faster speed than at the beginning.

"The more Taoist scriptures there are, the faster the building will recover on its own."

"Then... continue!"

He took a deep breath and continued writing the Taoist scriptures.

This time, he wrote a full seventeen volumes of Taoist scriptures before he needed to return.

"Everyone, I'm heading back now."

"After I go back, don't just stand there. You can also write Taoist scriptures."

"The longer this scripture is, the larger the safe zone will be, and the smaller the evil will be."

"You must not slack off!"

As he spoke, he returned to the real world.

Many cultivators looked at the spot where he disappeared, remaining silent and grieving in silence.

It's not that we're being lazy, but rather that we genuinely can't write a Taoist scripture.

The evil on this wall was so ferocious that it was instantly wiped away as soon as our condensed Taoist scriptures touched it.

At this moment, a cultivator muttered in a low voice, "Everyone, is the Flower-Scattering Taoist's magic power more refined than ours?"

"Was his spirit refined with a vast amount of spiritual medicine or rare herbs?"

"Perhaps he has a magical treasure hidden within his spirit?"

"Was it the power of the magical artifact that destroyed a third of a city in the underworld that allowed his Taoist scriptures to remain on the wall?"

"Impossible. I heard my master say that such a magic weapon is called the 'Sky Patrol Magic Weapon,' a special magic weapon belonging to the sect. Cultivators only have the right to use it temporarily and do not have the right to own it at all."

"Moreover, if that kind of magic weapon could inscribe scriptures within a Yang God, then... more than three thousand cities would have already opened up safe zones in the second layer of the world, and wouldn't have waited until now."

Upon hearing this, everyone seemed to be deep in thought.

At this point, everyone knew that the royal power was hiding a great secret.

But... they didn't dare to ask.

"Perhaps, the big shots will only ask after he establishes the safe zone!"

"Will the Flower-Scattering Taoist tell them then?"

"If we tell a high-ranking person, will they tell us?"

For a moment, all the cultivators, including Ruo Jinghong, were somewhat flustered.