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

After a discussion, a dozen or so legion commanders and numerous staff officers finally decided:

A battle of wits is still necessary.

What if it's not the royal power that arrives?

Even if he comes, he might not necessarily make a move!

Even if he makes a move, he might not unleash a sky-scanning strike!

Even if we unleash a sky-penetrating strike, it might not necessarily kill them!

After all...we're all human...the king shouldn't be that cruel!

Moreover, some of them were quite clever: the other side indicated that they had various means to prevent the royal power from releasing the Sky Patrol.

Thinking about this, everyone felt cheerful.

"Today we drink and make merry, tomorrow we'll have a little drunken duel."

"If we win, it's an early celebration; if we lose, it's all because of drinking!"

There are clever people who have found excuses for everyone.

Soon, everyone held a grand banquet, drinking and making merry.

On the mulberry tree, Yingjia gazes into the distance, watching their lively scene with a calm and unmoved heart.

Sometimes she would chant Taoist incantations and cast spells to bless the mulberry tree to grow; other times she would study many fundamental laws and spells.

He would sometimes fall into deep thought, planning the battle of wits for the next day.

One hour...

Five hours...

Ten hours...

The sky over the frigid city in the far north remained gray, with a large sun hanging listlessly in the air.

beep!beep!beep!

A bull demon pulled off its horn, drilled a hole, and blew a horn.

The bugle call, carrying a sense of desolation and pain, swept through the bitterly cold city.

A spirit stripped off a cowhide, tanned it, and made it into a cowhide drum. Then, it pulled two leg bones from its friend's thigh, twirled them in its hands, and vigorously pounded them.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Bugles sounded, and war drums boomed!

Streaks of malevolent energy flew out from the legion's encampment and landed directly outside the forest.

There is open space and wooden buildings here.

The malevolent energy and clouds descended upon the wooden building, from which emerged a group of imposing cultivators.

Numerous orthodox, new, and supernatural beings flocked in from all directions, eagerly anticipating: "The top masters are about to engage in their final battle of magic."

"It is said that the beautiful lady is determined to rule the world and suppress all the powerful figures in the legion."

"Your information is outdated. I have received the latest news: Your Daoist partner has arrived from the far west and has made a powerful appearance."

"I've heard that the beautiful lady's partner is ruthless and enjoys slaughtering cities and destroying countries."

"I've heard that he came, he saw, and he will conquer everything."

"Hehe, although Master Jia is powerful, today's contestants are all top-tier experts."

"The beautiful lady and her Daoist partner may not be able to withstand it."

The crowd chattered incessantly.

Some support Yingjiaren, while others support various legions.

However, the majority of supporters are for Yingjiaren.

Because all living beings know that this battle, ostensibly, is about vying for the million cannon fodder slots under Ying Jiaren's command.

What they're really fighting over is the future development path of Bitter Cold City.

With Ying Jiaren's victory, it seems that Kuhan City will have to take the agricultural route and develop steadily in the future.

If they fail—from now on, all living beings in the Bitter Cold City will have to attack day and night to wear down the abnormal climate outside and forcibly expand the city's safe zone.

Most creatures prefer the route that reflects the beauty of a woman.

Because this route is really safe.

A small number of ambitious beings, those who have had extraordinary encounters, and those who yearn to achieve great things and improve themselves, tend to expand through head-on confrontations.

At this moment, the various fighting legions landed on the wooden buildings.

These wooden buildings are dozens of feet high and quite spacious. When people climb up, it is not cramped at all; on the contrary, it is very spacious.

"Fellow Daoist Ying, when are your fighting companions arriving?"

Ying Jiaren calculated with her fingers and said, "They'll be here soon!"

As she spoke, she opened her embroidered mouth and unleashed a series of spells.

Numerous spells were cast upon the Five Elements Fruit Tree below, causing its branches to grow wildly and intertwine, transforming into a massive platform.

On the high platform, there are cloud beds, tables, chairs, benches, incense burners, screens, and so on.

Then there were also bees, butterflies, beetles and other spirits, carrying jars of fine wine, flying up with huffs and puffs, pouring the wine, and waiting for the guests to arrive.

A moment later, a murderous aura swept in from the teleportation hall.

This malevolent energy, lingering on the Five Elements Tower, suddenly exploded.

The next moment, fragrant white smoke flowed out like a waterfall, pouring onto the tower and then flowing down the tower.

Soon, half of the tower was engulfed by white smoke.

Ok?

Many legion commanders were dumbfounded: "What's going on?"

Before they could react, streaks of multicolored malevolent energy roared in and exploded on the tower:

Amidst the exploding baleful aura, Foundation Establishment cultivators flew out one after another.

These cultivators could conjure up wondrous flowers, ribbons, rainbows, sunrises, sunsets, auroras, and so on.

Suddenly, all sorts of strange sights appeared, enveloping the tower.

A woman, as beautiful as a snake, wandered about, and flowers bloomed in the air wherever she went.

When she transformed into a giant, beautiful snake, her lower body coiled around a tall building, while her upper body rested on a platform.

She formed a hand seal, and endless flowers sprayed out from it, drifting between heaven and earth.

The largest flower bloomed, and a young girl-like nun emerged from it.

The little girl struggled to pull a cannon.

Slurp!

The fuse was lit, and the little girl pointed to the sky: "With a cannon blast, the Flower-Scattering Lord descends upon the far north!"

boom!

The cannons roared.

boom! boom! boom!

One by one, flowers bloomed, and from the flower stamens, female fairies flew out, playing musical instruments and singing.

They sang and danced, their clothes fluttering in the breeze, which was very alluring.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The little girl quickly filled the gunpowder and shell, lit the fuse, and pointed to the sky again:

"Two cannon shots rang out, and powerful warriors descended upon Bitter Cold City!"

boom!

The cannons roared.

Hundreds of malevolent energies roared in from the teleportation hall, then exploded in the air, revealing the figures of cultivators such as Ma Qingqiu and Meng Hu Daoren.

They landed on the high platform, opening their mouths to spew out streams of colorful smoke, light, exotic flowers and plants, and exquisite female demons.

The female demons sang and danced, while the other female demons played musical instruments and sang.

There were also sirens, dressed in rags, but they still clung to their last remaining garments, using them as flags and waving them vigorously.

Huff! Huff! Huff!

The little girl fills the gunpowder and shells, lights the fuse, and points her right hand to the sky:

"Three cannon shots rang out, and the imperial carriage of the flower-scattering lord suffered the bitter cold."

boom!

The cannons roared.

Hundreds of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators, thousands of flower spirits, female demons, and others unleashed their full magical power to attack the beautiful snake.

The beautiful snake coiled atop the high-rise building suddenly inhaled, sucking in a third of the white smoke, then leaned down and gently blew it out.

call out!

White smoke billowed, resembling a long bridge, and descended upon the location of the teleportation hall.

The next moment, a cultivator carrying two boxes and with hundreds of crystal brains hanging from the back of his head walked step by step along the long bridge of white smoke toward the tall building.

boom! boom! boom!

On both sides of the long bridge shrouded in white smoke, beautiful women appear.

The beauties scattered flowers and shouted: "Lord Flower-Scattering, your magic is boundless; your authority is vast, your chariot is cold and harsh!"