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

The preparations for the battle in the far west were made in the central region of the already opened-up far west.

There is a city here called [Western Heaven] City.

This city is very large, even larger than Stone City.

This place is home not only to spirits and humans, but also to many ghosts and monsters.

However, most of these ghosts are bald.

It is said that they used to work in a place called City 95, and later, for some reason, they all lost their hair and became bald.

Because they had no hair, they were mocked by other ghosts and monsters, so they bribed some patrolling ghosts and gods to smuggle themselves into the real world.

They multiplied and reproduced in the city of Xitian, mating with humans and spirits, and continued to grow and prosper.

The strange thing is that their descendants, regardless of gender, are all bald.

He eventually became a sight in the city of Xitian—the bald man.

However, these bald men have mixed bloodlines, and because they are bald, their status is quite low.

They did all sorts of hard labor in the city of [Xitian], and were at the very bottom of the social hierarchy, where life was extremely difficult.

Fortunately, the heavens smiled upon us, and for some reason, a lot of projects were allocated from above a couple of years ago.

These bald men, relying on their diverse bloodlines and their baldness, actually managed to secure some jobs:

During the day, they collect sunlight, and at night they release the sunlight onto their heads, reflecting the light to illuminate the construction site.

This light is much brighter than lanterns or torches.

Therefore, the bald men's lives became a little easier.

But as the project progressed, the more ambitious among the bald men began to sigh and lament, "I think the project is about to end."

"What will we do after this big project is finished?"

The bald men were scratching their heads, unsure of what to do.

Just then, one of the wise men said, "Everyone, I've heard of an ancient powerhouse who, relying on his ability to scatter flowers, performed weddings and funerals to liven up the atmosphere, starting from the atmosphere group and gradually climbing to the top of the world."

Why don't we emulate the ancient, powerful figures?

Many bald men were bewildered: "How do we imitate this?"

Da Congming laughed and said, "In recent years, there have been many cultivators from outside the region."

"Some monks like to collect walnut spirits, bead spirits, and string spirits."

"We bald people may not have many other advantages, but our heads are smooth enough."

"Although it's not quite as perfectly round and smooth, with a little modification, it's still smoother than things like walnut extract."

"Why don't we find a way to get a bunch of cultivators to take our heads?"

Upon hearing this, many bald men suddenly realized, "That makes sense."

They scattered and searched for the Taoist priest, wanting him to examine their own minds.

If the Taoists were satisfied, they would leave two people to stand on either side of them.

When the Taoist priest got itchy, he crawled directly onto the Taoist priest's head, turned his own head, and rubbed it against the Taoist priest's palm.

Some Taoist priests liked this kind of object that could rotate automatically, so they kept it.

Then other Taoists who shared this interest also wanted to try it out, so they started buying some.

As a result, the bald men's status rose dramatically, becoming equal to that of powerful clans like the Walnut Spirit, Iron Egg Spirit, and Steel Egg Spirit.

For this reason, they even fought several battles with these monster races.

Ultimately, relying on his complex bloodline and the ancestral skills inherited from the Underworld, he managed to gain a foothold in the Pan Realm despite many sacrifices.

Today, these bald guys arranged for two bald men with octopus-like heads and human-like bodies to walk around the gate of [Western Heaven] City, waiting for the newly arrived Taoist priests to promote their own sect.

In addition, in order to make a breakthrough as soon as possible, the bald guys also arranged for their accomplices to be stationed at many intersections, street corners, and alley entrances.

Two bald men at the city gate, with octopus heads, shook their heads and reflected sunlight in various unintentional ways to attract attention.

At this moment, they saw a Taoist priest arrive riding on a cloud of dust, landing at the city gate. They quickly approached and greeted him, "Greetings, sir!"

Before Wang Quan could even descend from the clouds, two strange, bald-headed figures appeared, piquing his curiosity: "What kind of spirits are these? Such peculiar creatures! They're similar to the spirits Qian Xiuyue created!"

"They bear a striking resemblance to the spirits and monsters of Stone City."

Thinking of this, he casually asked, "How did I become your master?"

The two octopus monsters laughed and said, "Master, nowadays, many Taoist priests in [Western Heaven] City are all bald."

"What a coincidence, isn't it? We're both bald."

"If you were to challenge us, many Taoist priests would look at you with more respect."

"At that time, you will naturally be our master."

Wang Quan shook his head: "Whether others think highly of me or not has nothing to do with what I do."

As he spoke, he coughed, and seventy-two trails of dust billowed beneath his feet as he headed straight for the tallest tower in the Western Heaven City.

Because after he set foot in Xitian City, his identity token had an additional message: he was to register at the highest tower.

The tallest tower in the west originally had only one door.

After three years of revisions, there are now more than three thousand doors.

Behind each door lies the entrance to a sect.

Many monks were going in and out at the foot of the tower.

Occasionally, groups of several hundred or even a thousand cultivators would come and go.

Wang Quan quickly found the door represented by the drowning channel.

At the main gate, two stone lions are squatting down, holding down a smaller stone lion.

The large stone lions closed their eyes to rest, but the smaller stone lions under their paws bared their teeth and bared their teeth fiercely at every Taoist priest who entered the gate for the first time.

Besides the stone lion, there were also two monks.

The two cultivators, one male and one female, were both beautiful and possessed extraordinary bearing.

Moreover, his cultivation level has reached the Golden Core stage.

They greeted and saw off guests with great courtesy.

They greeted the king with smiles as he approached.

The male cultivator chuckled, "Fellow Daoist, the registration area for the duel is right behind us."

"If you want to participate in the magic battle, go in and sign in."

"If you don't want to fight, but just want to watch the excitement, or wait to buy supplies or rob pedestrians, don't go in and waste your time."

Wang Quan nodded: "I'm here for a magical duel, of course."

The female cultivator smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, this battle is on a very large scale, and it is different from the small-scale battles of the past."

"The ultimate purpose of the duel is simply to harvest some materials."

"If you can gather the materials, then go in."

"If you cannot harvest, do not go in and be harvested by others."

"Are you aware of the dangers involved?"

Wang Quan took a deep breath: "Of course I know."

As he spoke, he stepped through the door.

But just a dozen or so breaths after he went in, another cultivator came over.

The two cultivators repeated what they had just said, and the newcomer laughed heartily: "I've come here, naturally, to reap the rewards of others."

"The big shots at the top need to recruit talent, and I have the ability to do so as well."

Subsequently, the other cultivators arrived and made the same choice.

They were all Daoist cultivators, and each considered themselves extraordinary.

They are always the ones who reap what they sow; they have never been the ones to be reaped.