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

When the king spoke, a multitude of ghosts and monsters swarmed to him.

The Yin Mansion No. 95 residence was divided into thirty-six factions of varying sizes due to factors such as the collection of materials and the living environment.

Among them, the building faction has the most ghosts, but is the weakest.

The dungeon has the fewest monsters, but the strongest.

Thirty-five demons and one human cultivator gathered in the council hall.

Upon seeing the king, they immediately knelt and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Lord Flower-Sprinkling Lord."

Wang Quan nodded: "Everyone, how's the material you've gathered for me coming along? When can you forge this magical artifact for me?"

The many ghosts and monsters exchanged glances, then all turned their gazes toward the human cultivator.

Tick ​​tock!

The human cultivator, representing the underground faction, was sweating profusely as he quickly said, "Master, we are collecting red copper to forge red copper millstones."

"Twelve hundred millstones have been cast so far."

"However, only ten of these millstones will be refined."

"According to our calculations, it will take at least another hundred years to refine these ten millstones."

Wang Quan frowned.

[Xuanji Divine Sand] requires at least one hundred red copper millstones to forge a first-tier magic weapon.

However, at the current pace, it would take a thousand years to gather enough materials for the otherworldly magical artifact.

"Why is the efficiency so low?"

The human cultivator swallowed hard: "There are many materials for refining millstones that the Underworld doesn't have."

"We need to gather resources from the present world."

"However, our power in the present world is too weak, and we have few cultivators and spirits under our command, as well as few Qingfu. Therefore, the accumulation of materials is slow."

Wang Quan frowned: "Too slow."

He paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his mind filled with a cacophony of thoughts, each one appearing and then quickly vanishing.

The human cultivator's heart raced as he paced back and forth, and he was at a loss for what to do.

At this moment, Wang Quan suddenly spoke up: "How can we increase your voice in the present world? How can we increase your power in the present world?"

"Is there a simpler, quicker way?"

The human cultivator's heart raced: "Yes!"

"If we gather flower petals and grass leaves from the garden, we can make more powerful medicines."

"If we bring the medicine back, we can exchange it for resources in the sect and the market."

Wang Quan clapped his hands: "Then, you shall refine even more great medicines."

"If the garden isn't enough, I'll create another one."

"I need you to refine one hundred bronze millstones at the same time."

"Moreover, it must be cleaned up within ten years."

"Tell me, can you do it?"

The human cultivator was overjoyed: "As long as Master doubles the size of the garden, we can definitely do it."

Wang Quan nodded and snapped his fingers.

In the next instant, the earth trembled, and gardens were born.

"Go and tend the garden, and no ghosts or monsters are allowed to interfere with you."

"If any ghosts or monsters interfere, just kill them and use them as fertilizer."

The human cultivators were overjoyed and repeatedly bowed in gratitude, saying, "You are so generous, sir."

Wang Quan chuckled.

After a moment, he looked at the other ghosts and monsters: "How are the preparations for my [Twenty-Four Sectional Mace] and other weapons and magical artifacts going?"

A ghost kowtowed, beaming with joy, and said, "Master, one-fifth of the materials for the [White Bone Ring] have been refined."

"It should take about twenty years at most to raise enough money."

Wang Quan complained: "The underworld lacks everything, except piles of white bones."

The materials needed for the [Bone Ring] are readily available everywhere.

"So after all these years, you've only accomplished one-fifth?"

"You...don't want to work for me?"

The ghosts trembled: "Master, there are many skeletons in the underworld, but there are also many forces that use skeletons."

"Most of the forces, upon hearing that you intend to extract the essence of bones to refine magical artifacts, have helped us collect bones."

"There are even some ghosts who, every now and then, drag their own bones over and sell them."

"However, most of the bones were taken away by the creatures in the alley."

Wang Quan frowned.

He then inquired about the progress in collecting materials for the magical artifacts.

The ghosts answered one by one.

Finally, the royal power discovered:

Many of the magical artifacts and materials were actually taken away by the creatures in those alleys.

Especially things like flesh and blood, bones, and resentment.

After listening to the reports from these leaders, Wang Quan was quite disappointed.

However, instead of getting angry, he asked curiously, "They're stealing my materials, don't you know how to fight back against them?"

"You can't beat me? Did you even mention my name?"

One of the ghosts said cautiously, "Master, we have too few subordinates; we simply cannot compete with them."

"Moreover... most of the ghosts in the alley are crazy; they don't know the master's name."

Wang Quan sighed, "If you don't have enough manpower, you should merge your operations."

"I need six weapons and magical artifacts. You will then form six teams to collect them for me."

The group of ghosts readily agreed.

Wang Quan then asked, "The ghosts and monsters in the alley don't know my name. What do you think we should do to make them aware of it?"

The many ghosts exchanged glances, but dared not answer.

When Wang Quan asked repeatedly, one of the ghosts broke down and said, "As long as you go into the alley and use your powers, they will naturally know your might."

"But the alley is very long and the water is very deep; it is said that even ghosts and gods might perish if they step into it."

"If you were to step into that place, sir... I fear it would be... dangerous."

Wang Quan laughed: "You choose an unlucky guy, beat drums and gongs, wave banners and flags, and have him walk through the alleys in my place to spread my name."

"Is it alright?"

Many leaders dared not agree.

"Go, prepare the gongs, drums, and banners, then go walk through the alleys."

"Yes, sir!"

After a short while, two leaders came over carrying gongs, drums, and banners.

Wang Quan asked curiously, "What about the other descendants of ghosts and gods?"

The two leaders immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Sir, they were afraid of dying, so they all ran away."

Wang Quan nodded: "Hmm..."

He pointed at the octopus-like descendant of the gods and spirits: "You come and make a ruckus, create a lively atmosphere."

"Ugh!"

He then instructed another descendant of the gods and spirits: "You come and wave the flag and shout slogans, but don't diminish my prestige."

"Ugh!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Splash! Splash!

The sound of gongs and drums filled the air, and banners fluttered in the breeze.

These two descendants of ghosts and gods also caused quite a stir.

Wang Quan set up a five-colored altar, arranged incense, lit incense, and began the ritual.

He took a scroll of painting, spewed out breaths of magical power onto it, and used the technique of painting shadows to imprint his own appearance onto it.

Then they lit incense and conjured up a small ghost made of straw.

With disheveled hair, he babbled incoherently, waving command flags and casting a spell.

When he reached the Qi Refining Realm, he could easily kill some new Foundation Establishment cultivators and fight against orthodox cultivators by using the Nightmare Victory Technique.

Now, as a top-tier Foundation Establishment cultivator, the power of his Nightmare Victory Technique is increasing dramatically.

call!call!call!

Wang Quan waved his command flag and chanted incantations for a curse.

A breath...

Ten breaths...

Thirty breaths...

Whoosh!

The command flag burned, turning into a red light that fiercely pierced a straw ghost.

what.....

The straw ghost screamed, spewing billowing black smoke from its seven orifices.

Within the black smoke, hundreds of words swirled, transforming into curses that merged into the painting.

Wang Quan seized the command flag again and continued his spellcasting.

One by one, the escaped descendants of ghosts and gods were killed by his Nightmare Technique, and then refined into even more powerful curses and other means, which were then incorporated into the painting.

One...

Ten heads...

Thirty heads...

After the last escaped descendant of the ghost god turned into a curse and fell into the painting, Wang Quan spat out a breath of magic power onto the painting.

Whoosh!

The scroll fluttered and landed on the descendants of ghosts and gods who were beating drums and waving banners: "Go walk through the alleys and spread my name."

"If any living beings try to stop us, kill them on sight."

"If you can't defeat them by fighting, burn incense and pray to the portraits, and I will have my own ways to destroy them."

"If my methods fail, you should flee back to the mansion."

"When you return, you must sacrifice a thousand demons to appease me; then I will unleash my final wrath—burning this city."