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

"When I'm fighting someone, I don't ask about their background or identity."

"Because, no matter where they come from or what their status is, they are no match for me," Wang Quan said confidently.

Pfft!

Ying Jiaren chuckled lightly, a rare occurrence for her: "Long time no see, you've learned to boast too!"

Wang Quan: "I'm serious!"

Ying Jiaren: "Okay, I understand!"

Wang Quan: "Are there many opponents?"

Ying Jiaren: "There's a lot, but I've cleaned up two-thirds of it."

"There's still a third left. These guys are pretty tough to deal with."

Wang Quan nodded: "Alright, I'll take four or five hundred men with me."

"Um!"

After the two finalized the time, Wang Quan began to contact people.

If Jinghong, Menghu Daoren, Niu Dali, Meiniang, Ma Qingqiu, and other Daoist cultivators who were among the first to come to Stone City were all called up.

One reason is that he was most familiar with these Daoist cultivators.

On the other hand, their strength is also the strongest.

Before this battle, Wang Quan and his group told the cultivators from the far north: "Ying Jiaren has powerful backing; you should avoid provoking her."

As for the outcome of this contest of magic, Wang Quan didn't really care.

At worst, he can summon a celestial patrol treasure to bombard it; how many can withstand that?

He contacted everyone: "Everyone, my partner has encountered a little trouble."

"Now she needs some people to go and support her, stand up for her, and fight back."

"Who's free?"

Upon hearing this, everyone exclaimed excitedly, "We're free!"

"Since Fellow Daoist has spoken, we must be available."

"Where should we go to fight?"

Wang Quan smiled: "The far north!"

When shall we depart?

"tomorrow!"

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The far north, the bitterly cold city:

Ying Jiaren sat upright on the bright red mulberry tree, watching the flames drift to the gourd vine beside her, and then disappear into the gourd.

A million orthodox cultivators are either gathering soil or refining earth veins, gradually pushing forward the expansion of the forest.

Small, delicate creatures such as bees, butterflies, and beetles flit among the five-element fruit trees and mulberry trees.

They use their racial talents to accelerate the growth of trees.

Some spirits swallowed the elixir of essence, energy, and spirit, lit sandalwood incense, and ascended the five-colored altar to worship the great sun.

The orthodox monks who were resting also took turns ascending the altar to worship the great sun.

With each act of worship, the sunlight descends, illuminating this small area and making the cycle here even more stable.

Outside the grove, a cultivator arrived riding on a cloud.

The cultivator landed at the edge of the forest, coughed, and said loudly, "Ying Jiaren, I represent the Seventh Legion and would like to have a talk with you."

"Come!"

The Seventh Legion cultivators whipped the auspicious cloud, which transformed into a horse, neighing loudly, and galloped towards the mulberry area in the center of the grove.

Herod!

The cloud horse neighed and landed beside the mulberry tree.

A cultivator from the Seventh Legion coughed: "Fellow Daoist Ying, many legions wish to negotiate peace with you."

Ying Jiaren chuckled lightly: "Peace talks?"

"I've defeated two-thirds of your experts, are you afraid I'll defeat the remaining third?"

The monk shook his head: "No!"

"Fellow Daoist Ying, the essence of our battle is simply a matter of cannon fodder and clearing away abnormal weather."

"Whether we get injured or not in our battle, it will delay the clearing of the abnormal weather and the acquisition of authority points."

"Besides, can you withstand this continued battle of wits?"

"Those who will be fighting you later are all geniuses and prodigies from the orthodox Xuanmen sects."

"Whether it's the power of their spells or the variety of spells they have, they are all more powerful than you."

"You can't stop it."

Ying Jiaren remained silent.

Just as the other party said, she is now fighting against about half of the Daoist cultivators in Bitter Cold City all by herself.

She can win once... ten times... a hundred times...

However, as time went on, the cultivators who fought against her became increasingly powerful.

She will be defeated sooner or later.

If she fails even once, those cultivators will use it as an excuse to force her to give up a million ordinary cultivator slots to serve as cannon fodder for them.

Peace talks?

Heh, even if the other side didn't say the terms of the peace talks, she could guess them:

It's nothing more than making her hand over a million orthodox cultivator slots, and sending her million cultivators under her command to be cannon fodder.

The reason these legions were eyeing her spot was because of their poor logistics.

In the past six months, 108,000 cities have been built in the far north.

There are also several other directions: southeast, northeast, southwest, and northwest, where territories are being expanded and cities are being built.

In addition, there are territories in the four directions of due south, due north, due east, and due west.

For a time, even powerful forces like those from unorthodox sects and orthodox sects couldn't find suitable cannon fodder.

Internal strife also broke out in the far north due to a decrease in cannon fodder.

Inland cities intercepted most of the cannon fodder.

Because of the low level of importance attached to it, the most peripheral cities like Bitter Cold City received fewer cannon fodder.

Without cannon fodder, clearing abnormal weather will be slower, and for Daoist cultivators, the danger level will also increase when clearing abnormal weather.

Therefore, everyone has their eyes on her cannon fodder role.

The reason they targeted her was because of Ying Jiaren's relationship with Wang Quan, which gave her slightly higher authority and made her a special case.

There are 1.2 million slots available, and if there are any losses, we can replenish her with one million more.

The other cultivators have normal access: a million cannon fodder slots, and if there are losses, only 100,000 can be replenished in the end.

The gap is too big; it's no wonder they're envious.

That's why the competition for cannon fodder slots has emerged.

"What a bunch of idiots!"

"Haven't you noticed that this bitterly cold city is better than before?"

"If I manage this city for another three to five years, it will definitely be able to become self-sufficient."

"We don't need to ask our superiors for cannon fodder; we can train our own."

"We can proceed steadily and surely, making Bitter Cold City the most dazzling and powerful jewel in the far north."

Ying Jiaren became more and more agitated as she spoke: "Your approach of using cannon fodder to mitigate the abnormal climate is wrong."

"You must follow my instructions."

The Seventh Legion cultivator chuckled: "Fellow Daoist Ying, I'm not arguing with you about the route."

"I'm just telling you on behalf of those legions: you can't win forever."

"If you fail even once... you're completely finished."

"At that time, your cannon fodder spot will be forcibly taken by everyone else, and you will have no hope of rising up."

"Now, on behalf of the First, Second, Third, Fifth, and Seventh Legions, I invite you to join us."

"If you join any of these legions, you will get the position of deputy legion commander."

"From now on, even without dedicated cannon fodder, you will still have the opportunity to rise to prominence."

Ying Jiaren sneered: "Making me the deputy legion commander is nothing more than keeping an eye on me and preventing me from rising to power!"

"There's no need to embellish it!"

The Seventh Legion cultivator sneered, "Fellow Daoist Ying, you see through it but don't say it."

"Heh..." Ying Jiaren sneered, "I allowed you to come see me this time not to hear your conditions."

"I'm telling you: the battle of wits must continue."

"A draw—the battle continues!"