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

Wang Quan coughed: "You rejected them? And then came to me?"

Mei Niang nodded: "That's right!"

"If I were to choose between two options, I would definitely choose you."

Wang Quan sighed, "Hmm... Once my Daoist partner sends me her exact location, I'll naturally have ways to bring her here."

Mei Niang nodded and did not insist any further.

She's now obsessed with sleeping with the king.

If we succeed, everything will be fine.

She wouldn't care if she failed, since she had plenty of time ahead of her.

The initial development of the three new areas caused considerable unrest in Stone City.

However, in just two or three days, all the Daoist cultivators returned to normal under the reassurance of the king.

Inside the second-floor interior, everyone kept in touch with cultivators from other places, exchanging information.

Some lucky ones managed to contact fellow disciples, friends, or even enemies who had gone to the far east, far north, far south, and other places.

Then, through conversations or a barrage of insults, everyone learned a lot of information.

After everyone gathered the information, they had some predictions about what would happen in the future.

"The three extreme regions are lacking cannon fodder and Daoist cultivators."

"There's nowhere more brutal than here."

Upon seeing this message, Wang Quan hesitated for a moment, disregarding any potential troubles, and went directly into the second level of the inner world.

He opened his mouth and flooded the screen:

[A beautiful woman reflected in the drowning ditch, Tongtong from the Flying Snow Gate, Zhao Wuji from the Blazing Fire Gate.....]

The king recited each person's name, and upon seeing it, these people immediately stated their exact location within the inner landscape.

After you tell me your exact location, I'll use my privileges to bring you here; I have some friends you know here!

[If a cultivator who knows them helps pass on the message, I can also drag that person to the Stone City in the far west.]

To ensure that more cultivators and Ying Jiaren and others could see it, Wang Quan sent ten messages in one go.

With his authority, a single message could be forcibly controlled for two breaths.

Now, ten pieces of information can control twenty pieces of information.

These twenty breaths are enough for many Daoist cultivators to see.

However, whether you can get in touch with even a few in the end depends on luck.

In Stone City, there are Daoist cultivators who keep a close watch on information. They report any unusual activity immediately.

Soon, the cultivators made contact one by one.

The royal authority directly used its power to forcibly conscript them.

one....

Ten...

Fifty...

If Jinghong, Meiniang, and the other cultivators provided information, they would be summoned over.

To Wang Quan's surprise, Ruo Jinghong's Daoist partner was not the handsome young man he had imagined, but a demon, a female demon.

Hmm... This demon has pointed ears, it's not human, and it has double pupils.

And her name is Tongtong.

Tongtong is not tall, only about 1.5 meters.

However, her long, dark hair fell to her heels, and she was adorned with many jewels, pearls, bells, and gold ornaments.

She had an oval face and big, blinking eyes, looking like an unreal young girl, which was very captivating.

"What kind of demon is she?" Wang Quan asked curiously.

Mei Niang, Ma Qingqiu, and others were even more curious.

"I haven't studied the Taoist scriptures with the demon race yet."

Ruo Jinghong: "She doesn't know the Daoist script, can't recite 'Yu Meiren,' and can't study Daoist scriptures."

Mei Niang chuckled coldly: "If she didn't have Dao Zhuan, could you be happy with her?"

Royal power...

Like a fleeting glimpse of beauty...

Tongtong chuckled, "Fellow Daoist, if you can reach the Golden Core stage, then join us."

Mei Niang asked happily, "Really?"

"Yes, it's more real than real gold!"

"Then... it's a deal."

Mei Niang glanced triumphantly at Ruo Jinghong: "You just wait, I'll ruin you both sooner or later."

Like a fleeting glimpse of beauty...

Tongtong...

Finally, everyone looked at Wang Quan: "Where's your Daoist partner? Why haven't we heard from him yet? Did something happen to him?"

The king remained silent.

Everyone fell silent.

January....

Wang Quan sends messages every day, controlling the chat time in the second-floor interior for dozens of seconds, just so that Ying Jiaren can see them.

As a result, not only was there no news about Ying Jiaren, but there wasn't even a single cultivator who knew anything about her.

March.....

Wang Quan still sends messages every day.

As a result, the gains were minimal.

July.....

He habitually posted a message and was about to log out when a message suddenly appeared:

I, Ying Jiaren, reside in the far north: the bitterly cold city, the Ninth Legion.

Summon me again tomorrow; I have some things to take care of today.

Hmm... or should I just summon you directly?

Upon seeing the message, Wang Quan paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: "I summoned you here in the far west, where I have built a foundation."

【it is good! 】

The two chatted briefly before exiting the second-floor interior area.

A few breaths after they left, a large amount of information was refreshed:

"The Flower-Scattering Taoist has finally found his Taoist partner; how I envy his partner, who is inseparable from him and devoted to him through life and death."

"I believe there is an absolutely earth-shattering love between them."

"Perhaps they've caught each other red-handed!"

"Get out! Don't taint their love!"

"Uh...they're all cultivators, what kind of love could there be? There's only mutual benefit involved."

A group of people were chattering away, talking non-stop.

The far north, the bitterly cold city:

A three-tiered, five-colored altar hangs high in the sky, and on the altar, a beautiful woman has a cold expression.

Beneath the altar, dark clouds churned and blood-red clouds flowed.

Above them were lurking, menacing demons.

These demons had bloodshot eyes, bared their teeth, and were surrounded by malevolent energy; it was clear at a glance that they were no good.

On the backs of the demons, there were also cultivators riding on their backs.

There were not many cultivators, only about a thousand or eight hundred.

However, each of them is a top-tier Foundation Establishment cultivator.

They were equally menacing and filled with a chilling aura.

Their malevolent aura mingled with that of the demonic mounts, churning and emitting a sound like ghosts howling and wolves wailing.

A large banner was planted on the clouds above these monks.

The banner fluttered in the wind, bearing the four large characters "Ninth Army Corps".

Not far away, there were other banners, other Daoist cultivators, and many orthodox Xuanmen cultivators.

These cultivators were equally murderous, and many of them, having killed too many, had transformed their malevolent aura into evil spirits that hovered around them.

However, these cultivators were all filled with apprehension when they looked at Ying Jiaren.

Because, in the repeated killings upon arriving in the Bitter Cold City, the Ninth Legion, led by Ying Jiaren, was the most ruthless and fearless.

Many legions are quite wary of her.

However, everyone had already seen the news about the second-floor interior and knew that Ying Jiaren was about to leave.

Therefore, they were happy.

He wished that this female demon would disappear from Bitter Cold City immediately and never return for all eternity.

Ying Jiaren said coldly, "Everyone, I'm sure I'm leaving tomorrow."

These words dampened the spirits of the Ninth Legion's cultivators.

The surrounding legionary cultivators immediately cheered.

Many cultivators threw bolts of lightning into the sky and cheered loudly.

But the next moment, Ying Jiaren continued, "Although I am leaving this time, I have told the bigwigs above that I can return to Bitter Cold City at any time in the future."

Upon hearing this, the cheers abruptly ceased.

"So... the Ninth Legion will not be disbanded, and you will still fight alongside me from now on."

Upon hearing this, the Ninth Legion monks cheered.

The other legion's cultivators immediately erupted in wails: "Why don't you leave this barren land?"

"This wretched place is definitely not as good as the Stone City of the Flower-Scattering Taoist."

"Why don't you go somewhere else to enjoy a comfortable life? Why are you suffering here?"

Ying Jiaren smiled, a rare occurrence: "Because... I want to be like Fellow Daoist Sahua, I want to control a city."

"He is in the far west, I am in the far north, we... are like two horns supporting each other, and we are sure to achieve something great in the future."

Upon hearing this, the cultivators let out even more wails of despair.