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

Ruo Jinghong and the others gritted their teeth and tightened their belts to hold on.

"We can hold out for a few more decades at most. Once the royal treasure is forged, things should be much easier!"

"Huh... why am I being pushed backward?"

"No, it's not that my body is moving backward; it's that my Yang Spirit has left my inner realm!"

Ruo Jinghong was filled with fear.

The Yang God was peacefully reciting spells in the inner realm, so why did he suddenly float out?

Could it be that some ancient demon is trying to possess my body and then wantonly defile it?

Even if I manage to get my body back by then, it probably won't be clean anymore.

I only have Tongtong as my Daoist partner, and I have never indulged myself recklessly.

Now the old devil is getting a good deal?

Unwilling!

She struggled, looking at the others, hoping someone would save her.

As a result, she saw that Mei Niang, the Yang Goddess who was loosening her belt, was also pulled out, and all the other Yang Goddesses who had followed her in were dragged out of the inner realm.

Without the Yang spirit to follow, the soul and thoughts within the body are also pulled out.

"Could it be that an old demon has possessed this body?"

"Or is it some ancient demon using us to refine his magic?"

She wanted to turn around and see who the old devil behind her was.

As a result, the attraction vanished in the next instant.

At this moment, all the cultivators turned around and looked in the direction of the attraction.

As a result, a group of bewildered Yang God cultivators were floating there.

"What happened?"

"I don't know!"

"I just felt dizzy, as if I had entered another world!"

"Then a child called me 'Mom,' telling me to cook."

One of the spirits sighed, "I went in and became a child, and then uncontrollably called a burly man with a thick beard 'Mom,' asking him to cook."

Other Yang Shen cultivators also spoke of their own changes.

Some say they transform into an old ox, toiling away in the fields; they not only don't get whipped, but also have heifers to please them, living a harmonious and happy life that can be seen at a glance.

A certain Yang spirit said that he transformed into a mayfly and reincarnated seven or eight times, forgetting some people and some things.

Ruo Jinghong and the others looked grim upon hearing this.

Mei Niang lifted her skirt and gritted her teeth: "This is a reincarnation-type spell."

"This spell is very powerful and terrifying."

"If we are not careful, our spirit or memory can fall into it. If we cannot break free, our memories will eventually be wiped clean."

"This method is similar to the finished product made by the fundamental method of the Idiot Path."

"Could it be that some demon has broken through the fundamental limitations of the idiot's path and is plotting against us?"

Some people agree, while others disagree.

Just as everyone was arguing, a dazzling golden light suddenly flashed.

Then they saw Wang Quan enter carrying a golden box covered in seals.

Everyone asked curiously, "Curious, Brother Sahua, why is this box so golden? And why are there so many seals? Could it be that some kind of treasure is sealed inside?"

When the king speaks, he must answer.

As a result, in the next instant, Ruo Jinghong and the others' spirits flew out again and then drifted uncontrollably toward Wang Quan.

When Mei Niang saw herself floating towards Wang Quan, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

She loosened her skirt, tightened her belt, and said in a coquettish voice, "Fellow Daoist, what have you done to me?"

Why do I find myself uncontrollably throwing myself into your arms?

At this moment, even more Yang God cultivators, each the size of a grain of rice, surged towards the box in Wang Quan's hand like a torrent.

They passed through layers of defenses in the box and disappeared without a trace.

Ruo Jinghong and the others' eyes narrowed: "Good heavens, so it was you who did this? Are you trying to clear our names and then use us as laborers?"

Wang Quan frantically cast spells on the box, adding layer upon layer of seals.

However, it still couldn't stop the influx of numerous Yang Gods.

He shook the box:

puff!

A torrent of Yang spirit gushed forth from the box.

Ruo Jinghong and the others were surprised: "The refining is finished so quickly?"

Wang Quan coughed: "Wait a moment, the magic weapon is a bit too powerful, you are too weak to control it."

"Wait a minute, let me go back to the real world and do some more research."

He turned around and vanished from the second layer of the world in the next instant.

Everyone fell silent as they looked at the spot where the royal power had vanished.

A moment later, Mei Niang pinched the cultivator beside her.

The monk screamed in agony.

"Looks like it wasn't a dream, nor was it an illusion!"

"Does royal power truly possess a magic weapon?"

"Where did he get it from?"

"What incredible luck did he have to get his hands on such a magical artifact?"

A group of Daoist cultivators speculated that someone said he discovered a magical artifact in the earth fire while refining it.

A cultivator said that when he summoned the Nine Heavens Gale, a piece of clothing was blown down from the heavens.

Some people say he got it by chance while sweeping through the underworld flea market.

Hearing this, Ruo Jinghong sighed, "Everyone... just won't admit that he forged this magic weapon?"

Upon hearing this, Mei Niang and the others fell silent.

They didn't want to admit that the royal power had created the magic weapon.

Because this is not normal at all.

How is royal power forged when magical treasures that take hundreds, thousands, or even hundreds of years to create?

"His magic weapon is very powerful."

"How could he have forged such a powerful magic weapon in just twenty-eight years and two months?"

"We are all Daoist cultivators; if we can't do it, what makes him think he can?"

"I have mastered at least 36,000 methods for crafting magical artifacts, more than 2,000 of which are for accelerating the crafting process."

"However, even if all these methods are used, it is impossible to forge a magic weapon in just a few decades."

"It's even more impossible to forge three to five magical treasures at the same time."

"Everyone, everything that just happened was an illusion."

"Although Brother Sahua is powerful, his methods are definitely not much better than ours."

"If we improve our fundamentals, we'll have a chance to catch up with him; then, we can do what he can do."

"Is it right?"

The cultivators remained silent.

After a long while, Ruo Jinghong took a deep breath: "I'm going back to the present world to congratulate Wang Quan on the successful refinement of the treasure."

The other Daoist cultivators exchanged glances, still unwilling to give up.

At this moment, Mei Niang lifted her skirt and muttered, "Hehe, it seems that Wang Quan's brain isn't broken, but ours is."

"We must have misremembered: perhaps it really does take only twenty-eight years to refine a magical artifact."

"Once this is all over, I'll have my brain ripped out and fixed."

The other Daoist cultivators remained silent.

Ruo Jinghong clapped her hands and laughed, "Everyone, it's great news that Brother Sahua was able to refine a magic weapon within twenty-eight years!"

"Perhaps one day, in a good mood, he might forge a magical artifact for us!"

"Look, the magical artifacts he crafted are incredibly powerful."

"Even though we didn't see the magic weapon, we were still affected by its power."

"If the magic weapon is truly activated, its power will likely be even greater."

The other cultivators seemed to be deep in thought upon hearing this.

Mei Niang exclaimed excitedly, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's hurry to the real world and congratulate the king!"