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

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Ruo Jinghong laughed: "Nonsense, utter nonsense!"

"Look how heartbroken they are, they must really regret it."

"If you give them a chance, they will definitely do their job well and won't dare to utter a single complaint."

Wang Quan laughed: "Fellow Daoist Jinghong, if I give them a chance, who will give us one?"

Ruo Jinghong: "Huh? Ah? What do you mean?"

Wang Quan stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth on the fire mulberry tree: "When we were young, we taught the immortals to read the Taoist scriptures."

"The teacher only said during the first lesson: The Taoist scriptures are important; they are the foundation of everything."

"It hasn't been mentioned again since then."

"At that time, some people studied the Taoist scriptures carefully, while others just skimmed through them."

"In the end, some people mastered ten thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures before practicing the techniques and became Daoist scripture cultivators."

"However, many more people became ordinary cultivators."

"Back then, if we had made just one wrong step, we would never have been able to become Daoist cultivators in this lifetime, and we would have regretted it for the rest of our lives."

"Back then, who gave us that opportunity?"

Ruo Jinghong remained silent.

The king instructed the many new laws and the demons, saying, "We have come a long way, and we cannot afford to make a single mistake; we have no right to regret it."

"I feel this is not right."

"Therefore, I give them the best treatment and opportunities."

"But they didn't cherish it."

"Since they don't cherish it, then let them do what they're supposed to do."

Ruo Jinghong nodded: "Alright!"

"However, their worship of the sun, moon, and stars will reduce the efficiency of opening up cities, and increase the pressure on ordinary cultivators."

Wang Quan smiled: "I know."

"Life is tough right now, tell them to just hang in there."

"I will arrange for people to handle those internal organs and manipulate them to harvest various materials."

"At that time, some of it will be used as materials for us to open up our Purple Mansion, and some will be given as benefits to ordinary cultivators."

Upon hearing this, Ruo Jinghong looked surprised and delighted: "Really?"

"Um!"

"One-third of it will be given to the Daoist cultivators of our batch."

"One-third will be given to other Daoist cultivators!"

"The last third is for ordinary monks."

If one is startled by a fleeting glimpse of beauty, joy will well up in one's eyes.

She landed on the mulberry tree, one hand on her hip, the other pointing at the many new cultivators and demons: "Looking at these materials, they are unrepentant to the death."

"To avoid wasting time, let's just harvest them."

"Or, I can have Meiniang craft an automatic harvesting artifact."

"They go in from one end and come out from the other, and are divided into categories: those who should become zombies become zombies, and those who should enter the Emperor's Banner enter the Emperor's Banner; some of their flesh and blood are refined into flesh fields, and some of their bones are refined into white bone warriors."

"The flesh fields will replace the spiritual fields they cultivated in their previous lives, and the skeletal warriors will do the hard labor for them."

"You'll also get an extra zombie and a vengeful spirit."

"As for the internal organs... hehe, that's where we settle their labor costs."

"Perfect!"

"It's perfect!"

"Fellow Daoist, leave the task of dealing with these guys to me!"

Wang Quan's lips twitched.

He felt that Ruo Jinghong was an even more despicable beast than himself.

He simply couldn't imagine: if Jinghong and the others were to forge a magical artifact the size of a house and place it there, new cultivators and demons would enter from one end, and skeleton warriors and vengeful spirits would emerge from the other.

The scene was too beautiful for him to bear looking at.

"You should handle this in remote areas, preferably by assigning one person to each of the four cardinal directions. Spreading them out will not only improve efficiency but also reduce resentment."

Ruo Jinghong patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, I guarantee I'll handle it."

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The inhabitants of Stone City discovered overnight that everything had changed:

In the past, all living beings could feel the hazy sunlight shining on them. Although it wasn't warm enough, it let everyone know that it was daytime and time to go to work.

But today, all living beings have discovered that what shines upon them are patches of mottled shadows.

The shadows were sometimes like watermelons, sometimes like doors, and sometimes like giant snakes.

Some creatures looked up, then fell silent.

Because the sky is filled with the internal organs:

Numerous lungs, connected in parallel or series, link together all sorts of bizarre bags.

The lungs breathe, and strange gusts of wind flow into different bags.

Some hearts are connected to the pool in the same series and parallel manner.

As the heart beats, the blood in the pool flows through the pipes, undergoing repeated tempering and purification as the heart pumps.

There are livers connected in series and parallel, linking together a series of magical artifacts resembling artificial mountains.

Numerous spiritual herbs, medicinal plants, and spiritual plants have grown on these magical artifacts.

The liver works to extract the medicinal vapors and accelerate their growth.

There is a large intestine that looks like a dragon, hanging in the air.

Various metals move within it, being purified, fused, and ground.

Winged spirits darted among them, spraying water, fire, or strange liquids and smoke to nourish them.

What made it even more terrifying for all beings was that a banner of the Human Emperor rose into the air from all directions, releasing a torrent of resentment that gradually obscured the sky.

Soon, the sky over the entire Stone City turned pitch black.

Countless wronged souls wandered among them, weeping and sobbing.

Occasionally, a wronged spirit would break free from the wandering procession, part the clouds of resentment, and peek out, crying, "Brother, save me!"

The wronged spirit had barely uttered a few cries when the ghosts used chains around its neck to drag it back.

Then, these wronged souls were subjected to boiling oil, branding, and torture, and walked through mountains of knives and seas of fire.

If they still secretly cry out for justice and beg for help, then we'll have to go through this process again.

These hired ghosts and monsters have plenty of tricks up their sleeves.

As the vengeful spirits covered the sky, most parts of Stone City were plunged into darkness.

Only the area where the Fire Mulberry Tree is located, the area where the Daoist cultivators live, and a temporary area receive sunlight.

Elsewhere, darkness will forever shroud us.

Trained spirits, wielding chains that are somewhere between reality and illusion, emerge from the clouds.

They capture any monster or new cultivator who doesn't seriously worship the sun, moon, and stars, and throw them in four directions.

There, a special magical artifact rose from the ground.

Whether they were cultivators or demons, they all went in whole from one end and came out scattered from the other, and were then dealt with clearly.

Many living beings were filled with fear.

At this moment, Wang Quan's voice echoed in every corner of Stone City: "From this day forward, all new cultivators and demons shall worship the sun, moon, stars, and the four directions, as well as the spring, summer, autumn, winter, and the twenty-four solar terms, day and night."

"The points gained from each offering vary depending on the cultivation level of each living being."

"Points can sustain life and grant access to sunlight and numerous privileges."

"Points are everything to you!"

As the sound rang out, beams of light emerged from the teleportation hall.

These rays of light fell on the foreheads of all the new cultivators and demons, forming a series of numbers.

Numbers are changing and fluctuating every moment.

When the numbers reach zero, the wronged spirits above will pull down their chains and drag them away for disposal.