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

At No. 95, the descendants of two ghosts and gods set up gongs, drums, and banners, found a pig-slaughtering knife, called some underlings, went to the alley outside, dragged out a thousand ghosts and monsters, and began the sacrifice.

Upon witnessing this, Wang Quan did not immediately summon the [Sky Patrol Treasure] to strike, but instead contacted the city lord.

Since the last attack by the [Sky Patrol Treasure], the city lord has given Wang Quan a communication tool.

At this moment, Wang Quan made contact, and as soon as the message was sent, the city lord immediately responded: "Fellow Daoist, could you perhaps space out the attacks of your [Sky Patrol Magic Treasure] a little?"

"My city simply cannot withstand the continuous attacks from this thing!"

Wang Quan was stunned: "I have the authority to launch an attack once a month, but in all these years, I've only used it once."

"Moreover, it was used to clear out the rebels."

"I've been hitting far fewer balls."

The city lord's lips twitched, and he asked in astonishment, "Really once a month?"

"Um!"

The city lord was silent for a moment, then asked, "Could you reduce the power a bit?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "Last time was already the least powerful."

"It can't be turned down any further."

The city lord sighed, "Even with the minimum power, it destroyed a third of the city?"

"Um!"

"That's how it's designed; there's nothing I can do about it."

The city lord gritted his teeth: "Then, wait a moment while I contact the big shots in the alley and see if I can get them to stop opposing you."

Wang Quan asked in astonishment, "You have no way to govern them?"

The city lord replied matter-of-factly, "Of course, I have no way to govern it."

"The creatures of the hutongs are not like us, ghosts and monsters."

"Although they are within the city, they are not under our jurisdiction."

"They are a country within a country, a city within a city."

Wang Quan frowned: "These guys are difficult to deal with!"

The city lord sighed, "These are all historical problems; naturally, they're difficult to solve!"

"But don't worry, I'll definitely find a way to persuade them."

Wang Quan asked curiously, "I just need some flesh and bones to refine a magical artifact."

"As the city lord, could you help me collect these items?"

The city lord smiled wryly: "As the city lord, I can only manage the residences on the street, but I can't manage the courtyards or the alleys."

"I'm just a mascot, a decoration, and an unlucky guy who gets used as a scapegoat by some big shots when they're angry."

The king remained silent.

The city lord coughed: "Wait a moment, I'll go contact the big shots in the alley and tell them about your prowess so they'll behave themselves and help me gather information."

Wang Quan shook his head: "It's not about helping me collect materials, but about me trading with them at market prices. It's a win-win situation."

The city lord's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands in praise: "Excellent, a win-win cooperation."

"This way, my chances of success in negotiations will be much higher!"

Wang Quan nodded upon hearing this.

The city lord went to negotiate. He hesitated for a moment, then contacted Ruo Jinghong: "Go and tell those two descendants of the ghost gods who are my priests to have more rituals."

Ruo Jinghong asked in astonishment, "What are you trying to do? Do you want to become a god through offerings? Or what?"

Wang Quan sighed and briefly explained the matter of the materials.

If Jinghong heard this, she would shake her head and sigh, "You are still too kind."

"If I were you, I would summon the [Sky Patrol Treasure] to descend and blast them to smithereens."

"Even if they are not afraid after this bombing, we will wait until next month and bomb them again."

"Bombard them again and again, and you'll eventually make them obey."

Wang Quan shook his head: "It doesn't have to be that way."

"I wield power not to bully the weak, but to protect myself and to help the weak."

Ruo Jinghong's feelings were complicated: "It's rare to see someone as kind as you."

After exchanging compliments, Ruo Jinghong subtly hinted to the two descendants of the ghosts to delay the sacrificial ceremony.

As long as the city lord can bring good news before the sacrifice is completed, the royal power will not attack the alley.

If the ritual ends without good news, then... the inevitable blow will still come.

"Sigh, Jinghong is right, I'm still too kind."

"These little monsters are targeting me so much, and I'm actually giving them a chance to live."

"If I were to become an emperor, I would surely be one of the greatest emperors of all time."

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Boom!Boom!Boom!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

After receiving instructions from Ruo Jinghong, the two descendants of ghosts and gods found ghosts, banners, gongs and drums, lit bonfires, raised torches, and began the most primitive and ancient sacrificial ceremony.

Numerous ghosts, smeared with the blood of offerings, held torches high and danced and sang around the bonfire.

One by one, the ghosts and monsters of the alley were used as sacrifices, thrown into the bonfire, and turned into wisps of smoke rising into the sky.

The two descendants of the ghosts and gods knelt before heaven and earth, before all directions, and before the royal power.

They recited the Qing Ci on Bilibili.

A short while passed...

Wang Quan gazed in the direction of the city lord's mansion.

Ruo Jinghong leaned closer, tiptoed, and peered inside: "Normally, the city lord should have explained the stakes to the important figures in the alley!"

"Those bigwigs in the alleys should be afraid of your [Heavenly Patrol Treasure] and agree immediately."

Wang Quan shook his head: "Local bullies are the most arrogant and domineering."

"I'm worried they might have a sudden change of heart and turn against me."

Ruo Jinghong chuckled lightly: "Absolutely impossible!"

Another cup of tea:

Wang Quan looked at the descendants of the gods and spirits being worshipped.

By this time, these ghosts had become familiar with the sacrificial process, but the speed of the ritual had not only not increased, but had actually slowed down.

Because everyone performed the sacrificial rites with greater seriousness and piety.

A stick of incense...

Ruo Jinghong leaped onto the clouds, gazing at the city lord's mansion, and even used a mirror to reflect the light, checking for any unusual activity.

Half an hour...

The sacrificial ceremony has ended.

Ruo Jinghong clapped her hands and laughed: "See, even if we waste half an hour, we still have to strike."

"Quickly, summon the [Sky Patrol Treasure] to descend, let me see just how dazzling this attack is."

"I was unconscious last time, so I didn't see this blow."

"I absolutely can't miss this one!"

"Wait a moment, I'll call Tongtong over to watch together."

Royal power.....

Soon, Tongtong arrived.

Accompanying Tongtong were some Daoist cultivators, as well as two descendants of ghosts and gods who had completed the sacrificial ceremony.

They paid homage to the king and said, "My lord, we have completed the sacrifice."

"We beg Your Majesty to unleash your wrath, suppress all evil spirits, and restore a clear and bright sky to this city."

Just as Wang Quan was about to speak, a cold wind blew in.

The eerie wind dissipated, and there stood the city lord.

The city lord, beaming with joy, exclaimed, "Brother Sahua, great news! Incredibly great news!"

Wang Quan blinked: "What good news?"

The city lord smiled: "I've reached an agreement with the important figures in the alley."

"They've agreed to trade with you and gather the materials to craft magical artifacts for you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan smiled.

Ruo Jinghong, standing to the side, said dejectedly, "Everyone, let's disperse!"

"Looks like we won't be seeing the [Orbital Magic Item] attack today!"

Many Daoist cultivators lamented, "What a pity!"

Just then, the city lord continued:

"However, they have a few conditions..."

Wang Quan raised his hand: "Wait a moment before discussing the conditions. I need to take care of some trivial matters."

The city lord paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "No problem!"

"We can talk about it later... or... or... it's not too late?"

The city lord stutters.

Because he saw the gray sky crack open, and a tongue of fire descend from the sky.