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

Underworld:

City Lord No. 95 stared blankly at Wang Quan, his mind buzzing.

It felt that it had wasted tens of thousands of years of its life.

The blow from the [Sky-Patrolling Treasure] was enough to shake it to its core for a lifetime.

Panic gripped it, and it fled in haste to this remote and impoverished place, intending to prey on the locals and become a tyrant.

As a result... in a remote and impoverished place, they encountered royal power once again.

This man, however, actually summoned an even more terrifying unorthodox and heretical attack called the "Daoist Court."

If it can at least understand some of the attacks from the [Sky Patrol Treasure].

Therefore, it would definitely not understand a strike at the level of the Dao Court.

Silent and still, without any earth-shattering explosions or frenzied battles.

There is only a quiet, uneventful flow.

The powerful being, whose mere aura was enough to cause its collapse, had its soul and all consciousness stolen by the [Drowning Dao Court] in the blink of an eye.

"What a tragedy!"

"What the hell have I done to deserve this? Wherever I go, I run into Wang Quan, this jinx!"

"I just want to quietly exploit my neighbors and live the life of a local tyrant."

"Why is it so difficult?"

His mind raced, and suddenly a brilliant idea struck him: "I can't afford to offend royalty, but I can certainly avoid it!"

"He's come to the far north. I can escape him by going back to my old home in the far west."

"But in doing so, I won't be able to enjoy the delicacies of the modern world."

City Lord No. 95 paced back and forth, gritting his teeth: "It doesn't matter if I can't enjoy the fine wines and delicacies of the modern world!"

"As long as I can stay away from the monarchy, that's fine."

With this in mind, he packed his bags overnight and prepared to flee.

As a result, some spirits descended on official business and, seeing him packing his belongings, asked with considerable curiosity, "Lord of the City, are you running away?"

"How about I bring a bunch of brothers and help you carry the city lord's mansion away too?"

Ghost No. 95 looked at the City Lord's Mansion, laughed loudly, and said, "I was just going out for a stroll, there's no need for me to carry the City Lord's Mansion."

"After all, I'm back!"

The ghosts and spirits were bewildered and puzzled.

However, he still carefully placed the bundle, which was comparable to a palace, on City Lord No. 95: "Well then... Lord City Lord, you go for your stroll first, I'm leaving."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ghost left in a hurry, ordered to inspect the battlefields of the [Heavenly Patrol Treasure] and the [Vertical Eye], searching for fragments of the treasure and the remains of the [Vertical Eye].

"Ugh!"

City Lord No. 95 sighed, shouldered his bundle, and raced towards the Imperial Tomb City in the far west.

He trekked through mountains and rivers, traversed numerous folded spaces, crossed spatial rifts, and slaughtered his way through bandit camps that ruled the mountains.

When he returned to the 95th ring and 95th city of Emperor's Tomb, his mind was buzzing.

He rubbed his eyes hard, looked at the huge city numbers on the city wall, and then at the bustling city. His brain just couldn't process it all.

"Is this still my City 95?"

The city lord was bewildered.

He leaped into the air and landed on the city wall, looking down over the entire city.

In his memory, the only things about the city were bright and safe.

The alleyways were all dark and dangerous.

Even ghosts and gods might never come out if they went in.

Countless terrifying creatures lurk in the densely packed alleyways.

Those alleyways were always dark and dangerous.

But:

The alley, which should have been dark, was now brightly lit.

The alley, which was said to have no end, now came to an end.

Lanterns, torches, and braziers illuminated the dark alleyways.

There are many ghosts and monsters coming and going in the alley, and the walls on both sides of the alley are covered with urns containing ashes.

Countless ghosts and monsters entered and exited the urn.

However, the chaos and horror he remembered were gone.

City Lord No. 95 was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath: "No matter how this city changes, it won't affect me—being the city lord!"

call out!call out!call out!

City Lord No. 95 entered the city and arrived at the former location of the City Lord's Mansion.

He wanted to rebuild a simple city lord's mansion here.

However, when he arrived at the place, he found that it had been filled with houses of all sizes.

After some inquiries, he learned that a new city lord's mansion had been established.

"Company No. 95 has become the newest city lord's mansion?"

The city lord was bewildered.

After a short while, he raised the city lord's seal and tried to step into the No. 95 residence.

Suddenly, the two stone lions at the entrance came to life, one of them clutching an embroidered ball and baring its teeth: "This is the City Lord's Mansion, no unauthorized personnel allowed!"

The city lord coughed: "Look, the city lord's seal; now you should let me in!"

The other stone lion, pressing down on a small lion, sneered: "Heh, you dare call any random piece of broken stone the city lord's seal?"

Do you really think we're all made of stone?

The city lord was bewildered and puzzled: "The city lord's mark is clearly in my possession, so why are you refusing me entry to the city lord's mansion?"

"Could it be that the Underworld has automatically generated a new city lord's mark?"

However, he clearly sensed that the seal still held authority over this city.

"illusion!"

"Something must be wrong!"

"These two stone lions are rigid and inflexible."

"It's alright, I'll settle down first, and then gradually take control of this city using the city lord's seal."

"The one who truly controls this city is the city lord!"

With this in mind, the city lord went to rent a house.

As a result, because the city was too bustling, he ended up having to rent an urn in an alley and share it with other ghosts.

As soon as the city lord arrived, an enthusiastic ghost said, "Brother, let's go, let's get some work and earn some food!"

The city lord looked bewildered: "What are we going to eat with that money?"

The ghost laughed: "Lord Sahua City needs to collect Yin essence. If we work to collect this, we can exchange it for flesh and blood from Lord Sahua City."

"Pure flesh and blood from the human world, that taste is absolutely intoxicating."

The city lord initially refused.

But when night falls, these ghosts return happily, carrying a drop of blood or a piece of minced meat.

The city lord swallowed hard upon smelling the blood of the human.

In the past, he could drink as much as he wanted and eat as much as he wanted.

But now, he hasn't eaten it in a long time.

want to eat.

A kind-hearted ghost saw him swallow his saliva, so he diluted the drop of blood in a bucket half his height and then scooped a spoonful for him.

"Drink it!"

City Lord...

"From now on, you will work with me and refine the essence of Yin for a day, and you will receive a drop of human blood."

"If you're lucky, you might even get a drop of pure yang rooster blood; it's incredibly potent."

"If you don't want to work, you can sell your blood, your flesh, or your bones."

"In short, now as long as you're willing to sell, you can get human blood and human flesh in return."

"Today, the 'mastermind' in the urn next door sold his underling and bought a piece of cicada-wing beef in return."

"That smell is intoxicating."

A ghost whispered, "I chiseled a crack in the wall between our jar and theirs. Come closer and smell this top-quality cicada-wing beef while drinking the finest human wine. This is what it means to live like a ghost."

The city lord was dragged away by a group of ghosts and monsters. He peered through a crack, smelled the aroma of beef, and took a small spoonful of fine wine. He then felt even more nostalgic for the old days.

"Back then, only the ghosts and monsters of my city lord's mansion could enjoy this top-grade beef."

"Now... even the lowest-level monsters can be eaten and smelled!"

"How could the royal power give such a good thing to these peasants?"

"Isn't this a complete waste?"

"What a tragedy!"

After a string of complaints, he was overcome with grief and tears streamed down his face.

"How could I, the dignified city lord, have fallen to such a state?"

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath of the beef flavor, and felt a pang of desolation in his heart.