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

The underworld lacks everything except ghosts and monsters.

Powerful creatures constantly crawl out of the rivers flowing beneath the Imperial Tomb City, rushing into the outer ring of cities and becoming two-legged frogs.

They act as the weakest monsters within the city, quickly filling the entire city.

They are the foundation of this city, and also its future.

Few of the lucky ones undergo this transformation.

However, once these two-legged frogs undergo a metamorphosis, they will inevitably become powerful monsters.

These kinds of ghosts and monsters usually become local tyrants in alleyways.

In the past, these transformed ghosts would form organizations of varying sizes in the darkness, and then lord it over and suppress ordinary ghosts.

However, the situation in City 95 was different.

After its metamorphosis, the two-legged frog became a guard in the city lord's mansion.

They led a group of ghosts and monsters, carrying lanterns, and patrolled every alley.

In the dimly lit alleyways, braziers and torches were burning.

The city lord's personal guards patrolled the alleys, inspecting every household living in a clay pot.

The residents of the earthenware houses were very careful, afraid that they might accidentally get punched or kicked by the creatures.

"Pay taxes!"

"One bone, one ounce of flesh, one hundred drops of blood."

"Didn't eat yesterday? Don't want to pay taxes today? Hah, I think you're not just trying to avoid paying taxes, you're planning a rebellion!"

"Put him in shackles and drag him back to prison."

Numerous ghosts, dragging their shackles and carrying their bags, roamed through the alleys, harvesting resources such as flesh, blood, and bones.

Today, the earthenware dormitories on both sides of the walls of the alley are all under the control of the city lord's mansion.

Any ghost or monster living in the alleyways must pay these taxes.

Not one thing can be missing, not even one.

Numerous ghosts wailed, trying to rebel: "Throughout history, all the alleys have belonged to gangs."

"What right does your city lord's mansion have to interfere?"

The guards sneered: "Our city lord has auspicious clouds flowing beneath his feet, colorful black hair hanging behind his head, and rainbow ribbons adorning his body."

"When he walked, auspicious clouds swirled around him, and he exuded an ethereal aura. Celestial maidens sang and danced among him, their beauty captivating and alluring."

"Is this enough?"

hiss!

The many ghosts and monsters in the alley gasped in shock: "Enough!"

"A city lord with such great talent and ambition is naturally qualified to govern the alleys."

"In that case, let's pay the tax. Hmm, today we'll hand over a thigh bone."

"Ugh!"

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After unleashing a devastating attack with a [Patrol Treasure], Wang Quan discovered that he had inexplicably become the lord of City 95.

Well, this has nothing to do with the ghosts and monsters putting a yellow robe on him.

It also has nothing to do with the adoration of those descendants of ghosts and gods.

He was able to become the city lord because he had complete control over the No. 95 mansion.

The No. 95 residence is one of the core areas of this city.

Normally, if he wanted to become the city lord, he would have to petition the Western Ghost Emperor at the level of the 95th Ring Lord and obtain permission before he could become the city lord.

As a result, the previous city lord ran away with the city lord's mansion.

Then, the authority in the city shifted, naturally falling to the No. 95 compound.

Wang Quan controlled this residence, and naturally, he also controlled the city.

After taking control of the city, he burned the yin virtue stored in the city's treasury and changed many of the city's rules.

After the changes, although it seemed quite unfriendly to the ghosts and monsters, many of them discovered that:

This city is the most ghost-friendly city in their perception.

Even if they have nothing, even if they are so poor in the countryside that they have to pawn their bodies.

Once you come to this city, you can at least drink some eerie wind to stay alive; if you're lucky, you can even drink eerie wind blowing from the northwest; this eerie wind is the most filling, and it tastes pretty good too.

More importantly, they don't have to just wait to die in City 95.

They can find work, refine many materials, and then accumulate good karma.

When they accumulate enough good karma, they will buy a clay pot as a dwelling in the alley. In this way, their ancestral graves in this world will emit auspicious smoke and protect their descendants.

It may even attract offspring or other living beings to burn incense and paper money.

They will be better off in the underworld then.

As the city lord, Wang Quan's speed in gathering materials increased dramatically.

More importantly:

After being attacked by the [Sky-Patrolling Treasure], the so-called important figures in the alley disappeared.

Not only did no ghosts or monsters dare to stop him from collecting materials, but on the contrary, they would do everything they could to help him collect materials.

"Five years!"

"In five years at most, I will have enough weapons and magical artifacts in my three-headed, six-armed form."

"At that time... I will be able to gain a firm foothold in the far west."

With the affairs of the underworld resolved and everything back on track, the royal power returned to the present world.

Upon returning to the mortal world, he didn't waste any time. Instead, he followed his usual routine, studying Taoist scriptures, writing Taoist scriptures, and studying the fundamental methods of magic.

He also spends some time every day refining drowning water.

Aside from the most basic amplification of magical power, each type of drowning in the Drowning Channel has its own unique mysteries.

Some drownings can accelerate the growth of spiritual plants and herbs, some can heal injuries, and some can amplify the power of magical artifacts and Taoist scriptures, etc.

Various effects, all sorts of bizarre and wonderful.

Of the 180 types of drowning that Wang Quan knew, he valued the one called "Moonlight Drowning" the most.

The drowning water, when it drips onto the mulberry tree, can accelerate its growth.

Moreover, he could clearly sense that after the mulberry tree absorbed the drowning water, its essence underwent some strange changes—evolving towards a stronger state.

Unfortunately:

"There's not enough moonlight drowning."

Wang Quan looked up and gazed at the night sky.

The night sky in the far west is quite dark, like the darkness of a dark alley in the underworld.

In the sky, there are the moon and stars.

However, they appear and disappear intermittently, like phantoms.

Only when all living beings worship them do they appear real, thus radiating the light of the sun, moon, and stars.

"There are still too few living beings in this city."

Too few people worship the sun, moon, and stars!

"I need more people, or... ghosts will do?"

In the underworld, ghosts also worship the sun, moon, and stars.

However, the power of the sun, moon, and stars in the underworld is weaker.

He thought of the round-faced Taoist nun: her family's residence connected the second layer of the world with the underworld.

The three elements merged to form a channel, which then underwent a strange transformation.

"Well... I should give it a try too."

"But... opening up the second layer of the world is too difficult."

"No matter how difficult it is, we must create a safe zone out of there."

As he pondered, he prepared to take that first step and plunge into the struggle.

However, at that very moment, under the mulberry tree, the snake spirit with the jade ruyi on its head cried out joyfully, "Senior brother, senior brother, I've succeeded!"

Wang Quan's heart skipped a beat: "What? It's done?"

The tumorous snake spirit exclaimed excitedly, "I've mastered the brainwashing spell!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan laughed loudly, "Really?"

"really!"

Wang Quan laughed heartily: "Wait a moment, I'll find a few brains for you to test."

"Yes!" The tumorous snake spirit nodded vigorously.