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

Wang Quan walked past each of the [Bei Ming] family's ghosts and gods.

Initially, the spirits and deities of the [Bei Ming] family were in a state of complex emotions:

Some wanted to beg him for mercy.

Some wanted to say something harsh to threaten him.

Others wanted to say they were fearless and that anyone with the ability should just show it.

Furthermore, the ghosts and spirits of the [Bei Ming] family, in a moment of life-or-death terror, attempted to make a deal with the royal power.

They wanted to use the secrets of the Beiming family and the Taiyi family in exchange for a chance to survive.

They had so much to say, but at this moment, they couldn't bring themselves to say it.

They could only stand there motionless, watching the royal power walk past them.

Initially, they were quite calm:

"This unknown enemy will definitely negotiate with us."

"After all, we are considered the backbone of the Beiming family."

"This guy will definitely talk to us on behalf of the forces behind him, and it would be best if he could win us over."

"In this way, we can both strike at the Beiming family and learn many secrets."

"I don't need to panic!"

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"His silence now must be a way of putting pressure on us!"

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"At such a young age, he actually thought of using this method to put pressure on us and break down our psychological defenses. It seems that he must be a big shot in the organization."

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"He's almost finished his rounds, why isn't he saying anything?"

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"Why don't you look down on us yet?"

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"Why don't you mock us or try to demoralize us?"

"What... exactly is he going to do?"

Wang Quan walked past each of the [Bei Ming] family ghosts and gods, then with his hands behind his back, he walked among the many ghosts and gods.

He spoke, his voice not loud, yet all the inhabitants of the vast city of Beiming heard him:

"Dear members of the [Bei Ming] family, relatives and friends, I am not here today to bring you congratulations, peace, or joy."

"I have come to bring you war, despair, and death."

Wang Quan calmly and simply recounted his grievances with the Beiming family.

Finally, he looked down upon all living beings and said, "Now...please set off on your journey."

He raised his hand, about to summon the [Sky-Patrolling Treasure] to launch an attack.

The next moment, a fox demon with three tails shouted, "Master, I have a blood feud with the members of the [Bei Ming] family."

"The members of the [Beiming] family desecrated the ancestors of my Wild Fox Zen clan and even desecrated their bones."

"I endured humiliation and hardship to get close to them, all for the sake of revenge."

"I hope you will give me a chance, sir, so that I may bite these beasts of the [Bei Ming] family before I die, to vent my hatred."

"If I die like this, I will have done right by my ancestors."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan sighed and lamented, "You're so pitiful."

"You've been harmed so badly by that scoundrel [Bei Ming], it would be utterly immoral for me to kill you as well."

"If you kill just one member of the [Bei Ming] family, I'll let you go."

The fox demon was overjoyed and immediately kowtowed in gratitude before rushing towards the soul of a human from the [Bei Ming] family.

He opened his mouth and tore at the unfortunate fellow clean in just a few bites, amidst the roars of the creatures of the [Beiming] family.

At this moment, another cultivator at the Yang God level knelt down, sobbing uncontrollably: "Master, my hatred for that treacherous dog [Bei Ming] runs deep."

"That scoundrel from Beiming, he humiliated my wife and daughters and wiped out my entire family."

"I approached them under an assumed name for revenge."

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The Yang Shen cultivator said a lot, and finally pitifully said, "Master, please give me a chance to kill a beast from the Bei Ming family before I die."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan burst into tears: "Good man, go! I promise!"

Then.........

A group of banquet guests, villagers who came to help, and even many creatures from the [Bei Ming] family knelt on the ground, vying to express their own sorrow and claiming that they were forced into it.

They even got into a fight over who could speak first.

Seeing this, Wang Quan rubbed some chili on his eyes and coughed, saying, "Since everyone is so sad, let's tell the story we made up together."

"I'll believe you as long as you make it up."

As he spoke, he began to brew tears.

Many living beings, including those of the [Bei Ming] family, were deeply grateful.

In order to survive, they fabricated stories about the persecution they suffered at the hands of the Beiming family.

In fact, many of these stories are not fabricated, but actually happened.

However, at that time they were not victims, but perpetrators.

Hundreds of the Northern Underworld spirits were heartbroken at the sight.

They desperately wanted to yell, "Fools, this enemy is playing a trick on you!"

"In the end, he will settle accounts with you all."

"How could you have fallen for that?"

However, even though they knew everything, they couldn't bring themselves to say it.

At this point, the crowd cursed the Beiming family for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before Wang Quan finally silenced them.

"You all have a blood feud with the Beiming family."

"However, as far as I know, there are traitors from the Beiming family among you."

Upon hearing this, a creature growled, "Master, give us the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and we will surely find all the lackeys of [Bei Ming]!"

Wang Quan shook his head: "No need for that!"

"If you kill each other, I will acknowledge your blood feud with the Beiming family as long as you kill even one of your opponents."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the next moment, countless creatures began to fight each other.

Initially, the first creature killed an unfortunate soul and then tried to leave the battlefield.

However, in order to survive, everyone had become bloodthirsty.

A group of Yin spirits swarmed forward and devoured the Yang spirit that had just killed its opponent.

Wang Quan looked at the many ghosts and gods of the Beiming family and said with a smile, "Many of them are your Beiming family's lackeys."

"Now these lackeys are rebelling against you."

"How are you feeling?"

Many of the spirits and deities of the Northern Underworld gritted their teeth and remained silent.

Wang Quan sneered: "What a bunch of stubborn dogs."

"It doesn't matter if you're stubborn, I have plenty of ways to deal with you!"

Upon hearing this, many of the [Northern Underworld] ghosts and gods cursed inwardly:

"You beast!"

"We have no way to speak!"

"We'd like to back down too!"

"But instead of giving us a chance, you mocked and berated us."

"What a fucking beast!"

After a long while, the fighting below ceased.

The living spirits, exuding murderous intent, pleaded, "Master, please spare us."

"Master, we have severed ties with the Beiming family!"

"master......"

Wang Quan shook his head: "No, you haven't severed ties completely enough!"

"Come, only by eating these demons and spirits can you be considered to have successfully severed ties!"

Among these surviving souls, many were cultivators from the Beiming family.

But at this moment, in order to survive, they were like mad dogs, scrambling to climb onto hundreds of ghosts and gods and beginning to devour them frantically.

The ghosts and spirits of the [Bei Ming] family, sensing their own flesh being devoured, were moved to tears.

At this moment, Wang Quan released the five-colored altar, patted the treasure bag, and pulled out chains to wrap around the necks of the ghosts and gods.

"Friends, I will use your power to pursue the escaped artifact!"

"If you can retrieve the magic weapon, I will let you go."

"If you can't catch them, you'll have to withstand the full power of the [Sky Patrol Treasure]."

"So, if you want to live, unleash your power and cooperate with me."

"If you want to die... then drag me down with you."

As he spoke, he communicated with the [Sky Patrol Treasure] to loosen its lock slightly, giving these ghosts and gods a little chance to unleash their power.

The numerous demons and spirits exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with ferocity: "Unleash your power and kill him?"

"No, if we kill him, we'll all die."

"If we don't kill him, there's still a glimmer of hope!"

"It's better to live a wretched life than to die a glorious death!"

"We ghosts and gods have lifespans of tens of thousands of years. I'm still young; I haven't lived enough yet!"

"Don't kill him! What if... he really lets us go?"

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