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

After a hearty meal and drinks, Ruo Jinghong, the First Legion Commander, and the others staggered back to the First World.

As soon as they got back, they exhaled a breath of alcohol, and instantly became clear-headed.

Everyone straightened their clothes and gathered together to thank the king.

As a result, the emcee and the Taoist nun Meng Huan, who were guarding the door, stopped them: "Brother Sa Hua is studying Taoist scriptures. Please come back tomorrow!"

"Alternatively, you can simply thank Fellow Daoist Ying."

"Fellow Daoist Ying is Fellow Daoist Sahua's partner; the two are one and inseparable."

Upon hearing this, the First Legion Commander and the others suddenly realized what was going on, and then drifted away, heading straight for Lin Yuan to wait for Ying Jiaren.

At this moment, Ying Jiaren is in the underworld discussing landmark issues with the city lord and many ghosts and gods.

The city lord and the spirits have lived long enough and know enough.

Therefore, they quickly helped her create a sign.

This landmark building was designed according to the maximum capabilities of human Foundation Establishment cultivators, and after its completion, it was far more exquisite than ordinary buildings constructed with traditional techniques.

Moreover, in the future, we can also assist her in opening up her Purple Mansion.

The city lord patted his chest and said, "Here in the Underworld, you only need to arrange for supervisors."

"As for the present world... I'm afraid it's not advisable for us to enter!"

Ying Jiaren's heart stirred and she said, "I read in the Taoist scriptures that you can actually enter and exit the external world."

The city lord and the various spirits exchanged glances and nodded in agreement: "Excellent!"

"Just one trip in and out consumes a lot of resources."

"Moreover... the beings of this world do not like our arrival."

"so....."

Ying Jiaren clapped her hands and smiled: "So, from now on, I will bear the resources for your descent, and you will descend to the present world to help me, how about it?"

Upon hearing this, the many spirits were both excited and resistant: "We'll do things for you?"

"Is it possible for us to stay in the present world indefinitely?"

Ying Jiaren smiled and said, "As long as you're willing to work, you can stay indefinitely."

A ghost licked its lips: "Can we eat the flesh and blood of this world?"

"Yes, there are plenty of idiots and weirdos in the world right now. Just open your mouths and they can jump right in with all their fancy tricks."

Upon hearing this, the ghosts and spirits nodded vigorously: "Excellent!"

"We are willing!"

At that moment, Ying Jiaren smiled.

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Several hours later, the ghosts and gods built a mansion in the underworld for Ying Jiaren.

Then, after some discussion, they decided to let the city lord stay in the underworld to oversee the work and direct the ghosts to continue building the city.

The city lord tugged at the hem of the ghosts' robes and said pitifully, "Brothers, when you go to the mortal world, please don't forget me."

"Brothers, I don't ask you to come back every now and then, I just ask you to send me some flesh and bones from the real world."

"This place is too harsh and cold. I miss the good old days."

The many ghosts and spirits nodded in agreement: "Don't worry, we will never forget you."

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In the present world, Wang Quan, who is studying the "Ghostly Tales of the Transformation of Mountains and Rivers," receives a message from Ying Jiaren.

After checking the message, he immediately replied with a smile: "Wait a moment, I will set up the altar and start the ritual, and I will definitely be able to summon you back."

"Um!"

Wang Quan released the five-colored earth altar.

This altar is several times, even dozens of times, more powerful than other altars.

He called out to Dream and the Master of Ceremonies, "You two borrow some materials from the local spirits."

He listed a long list of materials.

These things are all required for the rituals and are produced from the spirits.

The two Taoist nuns went to the spirits to borrow it, and the spirits, upon hearing that it was for royal use, immediately gave generously:

Some dug out their own horn, some squeezed out their own venom, and some plucked out their own scales to process them.

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, hundreds of ritual materials were gathered.

At this moment, Wang Quan took the stage to perform rituals.

Upon hearing this, many spirits and cultivators gathered around.

The emcees and nuns maintained order: "This isn't a monkey show, everyone step back a bit, don't interfere with the flower-scattering master's performance."

Whoosh!

A group of spirits and cultivators retreated.

Before long, the cultivators became anxious: "Why are these monsters standing in front of us?"

The emcee, a Taoist nun, sneered, "Because they contributed materials to the master!"

"The reason we're moving them closer now is so they can get a little closer to the master."

When the many cultivators saw the blood-soaked materials around the altar, they all shrank back and fell silent.

at this time:

The king lit sandalwood incense sticks, three or four meters thick and more than ten meters high, around the altar.

Incense smoke billowed and rose into the sky, transforming into a cloud of smoke in the air.

The king's recitation of Taoist words transformed into passages of scripture.

Whoosh!

Amidst the smoke and incense, a chain descended, piercing the void. Through ritual, altar, Taoist magic, and the power of royal authority, the chain easily penetrated the underworld.

Underworld:

A group of ghosts and spirits eagerly awaited the king's return to the present world.

At this moment, the city lord rubbed his hands together and paced back and forth.

He would sometimes slap his head in regret, and sometimes grab a ghost and mutter, "When I get to the real world, I must get along well with the Flower-Scattering Taoist."

"Um!"

"Do whatever the Flower-Scattering Taoist tells you to do. Don't anger him and implicate us."

"I've lived longer than you, of course I know!"

The city lord sneered.

Then, he leaned closer to Ying Jiaren and whispered, "Fellow Daoist, we'll all be working in the same place from now on, and it's all related to you, Fellow Daoist Sa Hua!"

"I can't afford to mess with those ghosts and gods for now, so I can't go to the real world."

"However, my heart has already gone to the present world to have a long talk with Fellow Daoist Scattering Flowers all night long."

"When you return to the present world, you must tell him that the reason I moved here from City 95 was to follow in his footsteps."

Ying Jiaren blinked: "Okay, I understand!"

Fearing that Ying Jiaren might forget to tell Wang Quan, the city lord also entrusted several ghosts and gods to express their devotion to Wang Quan.

Not long after all that commotion, a vortex appeared in the sky.

The vortex spun, and chains hung down from it.

The chain was permeated with the scent of incense, and was engraved with Taoist inscriptions and strange patterns; it looked quite sturdy.

Whoosh!

A demon rushed toward the chains and then began to climb upwards.

At the same time, shouts came from above the chains, and a powerful force pulled the chains upward.

Snap! Splash! Heave-ho!

The head of the first demon disappeared into the void, and then its entire body vanished.

In just a few breaths, a white bone fell from the sky.

Numerous ghosts and spirits rushed forward to examine the skeleton. Upon discovering the secret code they had agreed upon with the ghost and spirit from before, they cheered and scrambled to climb up the chains that had sagged down again.

The present world:

Many spirits and cultivators saw the incense clouds in the sky churning. In less than a hundred breaths, the clouds churned again, and a monster or deity with a head larger than a pavilion appeared.

The ghost emerged from the fragrant clouds and landed on the ground, following the chains.

It breathes, and a chilling wind blows.

The monsters in front felt a chill all over their bodies, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

The ghost looked around and finally its gaze fell on Wang Quan.

It shrank in size and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Fellow Daoist Scattering Flowers."

"I never expected that, despite the distance of 900 million miles, hundreds of thousands of folded intervals and teleportation vortexes, we would still be able to meet in this place."

"It seems the city lord was telling the truth."

Wang Quan: "Hmm?"