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

On the fire mulberry tree, Wang Quan watched the flames dancing in the sky, remaining silent.

Ruo Jinghong, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, sat gracefully on the clouds opposite him.

This woman's cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds ever since her Daoist partner, Tongtong, arrived.

A few days ago, I went to the far north with Wang Quan and spent some time with Ying Jiaren. After returning, my cultivation progressed even faster.

Now, like Wang Quan, she has almost reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

Now all we need are the materials to unlock the Purple Mansion realm.

The materials needed for a legitimate cultivator to open their Purple Mansion, when converted into Azure Coins, could cultivate one hundred and eighty new Golden Core cultivators.

The amount of Qingfu coins needed for Daoist cultivators like Wang Quan and Ruo Jinghong to open up their Purple Mansions could cultivate 180 orthodox Purple Mansion cultivators.

Compared to other cultivators, Wang Quan and others were significantly slower in opening their Purple Mansion.

If you want to speed things up, you have to give up some of the power of the Purple Mansion.

These Daoist cultivators would never relinquish their power.

Therefore, whether it's Wang Quan, Ruo Jinghong, or Meiniang and the others, they are all slowly waiting for the right time to accumulate the materials needed to open up the Purple Mansion.

Everyone was prepared: if they could open their Purple Palace after enduring three or four hundred years, they would accept it.

If they could open up the Purple Mansion within a hundred or eighty years, they would definitely be overjoyed.

call!call!call!

As Ruo Jinghong breathes, she inhales and exhales flames formed from rays of sunlight, which fall into her lungs and temper the breath within.

After repeatedly refining her skills, she finally exhaled a breath of stale air and said to Wang Quan, "Fellow Daoist Sahua, why did you suddenly change the rules?"

The fact that many new cultivators and demons no longer need to fight against the abnormal weather on the front lines has caused considerable dissatisfaction among many orthodox cultivators.

However, they dared not speak to the king, and eventually, through a series of connections, they found Ruo Jinghong and asked her for help.

Wang Quan also concealed the truth, directly explaining the new law and the resentment of the monsters.

Upon hearing this, Ruo Jinghong frowned slightly: "Since they harbor resentment, then refine their bodies into zombies and release their souls into the Emperor's Banner."

"Clean up the internal organs and the like, and hang them on the new magical artifact that Meiniang has researched: the magical artifact she researched can operate on its own and collect resources as long as organs are attached to it."

Wang Quan coughed: "Your methods are too cruel!"

"Since they are unwilling to farm and fight, then they should worship the sun, moon and stars."

Upon hearing this, Ruo Jinghong's lips twitched: "Your methods are too cruel. You might as well just kill them directly."

Wang Quan shook his head: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"How am I cruel?"

"Moreover, even in death, they would worship the sun, moon, and stars before they died, and make some contribution to the human race."

Ruo Jinghong, standing to the side, was stunned.

She gazed into the distance, looking at the streets and alleys of Stone City.

Then she saw a group of spirits and warriors, led by the Big and Small Drill Winds, persuading many new cultivators and monsters to worship the sun, moon and stars.

Initially, the new law and the monsters were delighted: "We only need to worship the sun, moon, and stars, and we don't have to go to the front lines?"

"So we don't need to farm anymore?"

"Uh-huh!"

The new law and the monsters are delighted.

In their view, worshipping the sun, moon, and stars once a day, in all directions, is tiring, but simpler than any other job.

So they began to worship with great joy.

The sandalwood incense burned, its flames soaring into the sky.

Countless cultivators and demons, after offering their prayers, were panting and preparing to rest.

As a result, the Great and Small Drill Winds, along with numerous spirits and martial artists, brought them pills one by one: "Everyone, that was a unified worship ceremony!"

"Now, it's time to worship the Great Sun separately."

"Here, take the pill, and you'll feel refreshed."

Many cultivators and demons felt embarrassed to refuse, so they swallowed the pills and performed the second sacrifice.

This time, they worshipped the Great Sun separately.

A single stick of sandalwood incense burned out completely.

The worship ceremony has ended.

These new-style monks and demons were too weak to move.

As a result, in the next breath:

The spirits and warriors offered them more potent medicine: "Come, take the medicine, then worship the moon!"

The cultivator using the new method shook his head: "I won't eat it, I won't offer sacrifices."

"I feel completely drained of energy."

Snapped!

The spirit slapped him hard across the face, then forcefully shoved the medicine into his mouth: "You must perform the ritual."

"If you don't offer sacrifices, the Flower-Scattering Lord will make us throw you into the zombie abode."

"You don't want to become a zombie, do you?"

Upon hearing this, the new cultivator's expression changed drastically.

He swallowed the medicine forcefully and began to worship the moon.

As the incense stick burned out, the new cultivator convulsed and collapsed to the ground.

The next moment, a large potion was stuffed into his mouth: "Eat it, then worship the stars!"

........

"Eat, and offer sacrifices to the North!"

..........

"Eat, as a tribute to the Cold Dew!"

.......

Take your medicine!

Offerings!

fall!

Continue taking medication and offering sacrifices.

The repeated worship emptied their energy and spirit, leaving them with a throbbing headache.

They want to rest.

However, as one large pill after another was forcibly stuffed into their mouths, the spirits and warriors nearby repeatedly said that this was the favor of the Flower-Sprinkling Master:

"We are providing you with elixirs; you must repay us through worship."

"We don't want the elixirs!"

"However, the Flower-Sprinkling Master has already given it to you, and you must accept it."

Everyone...

After repeated feedings of medicine and offerings, one of the cultivators finally broke down.

They growled, threw down the pills, and prepared to leave.

As a result, in the next instant, one after another orthodox cultivators roared in.

These cultivators shook a long banner, drawing their souls into the Emperor's Banner.

Inside the Emperor's Banner, there were ghosts hired at high salaries from the underworld, wielding leather whips and lashing out at the many souls.

The many spirits rolled on the ground in pain, crying, "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"

The hired ghosts grinned maliciously: "Line up and receive your Yin Soul Formation."

"We'll practice the formation later to create yin energy."

"Anyone who neglects this duty will not be spared the whip of my father."

Many souls wailed in agony.

At that moment, the earth churned, and zombies emerged.

Ignoring the pleas and terrified screams of the living, they carried the corpses and plunged them into the earth.

Beneath the stone city lies a vast space.

Here, spirits and warriors dissect corpses, remove their internal organs, and process them in medicinal liquid.

Then they stuffed the corpse with weeds and other materials, sewed it up, and carried it away by the zombie.

Numerous zombies spewed out breaths of corpse energy, refining their companions.

After the little ones are born, first beat them with sticks, then drag them underground to fight against the earth's fire, wind, and water, gradually increasing the thickness of the earth.

Everything is running smoothly and efficiently.

Seeing this, Ruo Jinghong sighed, "I wonder if these guys will regret it."

Wang Quan shook his head: "I won't regret it."

Ruo Jinghong pointed to a group of new cultivators in the distance: "They are all crying, it's obvious they regret it."

Wang Quan glanced at it and chuckled softly: "They don't regret it, they just feel like they're going to die and they're scared."

Ruo Jinghong took a deep breath: "They're pitiful too, shouldn't we give them a chance?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "I gave them a chance."

"I have created the most superior spiritual land for them and prepared an inexhaustible supply of spirit stones."

"Besides their daily worship, they have two hours for cultivation; as long as they cultivate diligently, they can become Golden Core experts in no more than three to five years."

"At that time, they will only need to perform rituals for nine hours a day, and spend the remaining three hours cultivating!"

"The higher their cultivation level and the longer their cultivation time, the shorter their worship time."

"Happiness will come naturally in time."