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

Wang Quan descended from the clouds and landed under the loquat tree to observe several monks.

These cultivators consisted of three men and three women.

Each one of them possessed an imposing presence and extraordinary charisma.

As he observed the other, the monks also observed him.

Especially the several female nuns:

They looked at the king with extraordinary bearing, their brows exuding an air of dominance.

This kind of aura might not be much to male cultivators, but it's incredibly alluring to female cultivators.

Fortunately, many of the female cultivators were also extraordinary people. They were all prodigies and geniuses who had experienced many things and met many people.

Therefore, everyone quickly regained their composure.

A female cultivator smiled and said, "My name is He Yueren."

"My name is...!"

"My name is...!"

After a brief introduction, it was soon Wang Quan's turn. He smiled and said, "I am Wang Quan, the Flower-Scattering Taoist."

Upon hearing this, He Yueren, a female cultivator standing nearby, seemed to ponder, "I think I've heard of your name before."

"Did you used to hang out in the lower house?"

"And you enjoy doing weddings and funerals?"

The other cultivators suddenly realized: "That's right, we've heard of your name too."

Wang Quan's lips twitched: "Everyone, I don't like doing weddings or funerals."

"Back then, it was all about making a living, about getting food on the table."

Let bygones be bygones!

The cultivators smiled and did not dwell on the past.

Since we're not very familiar with each other, it would be pointless to keep bringing up the past and annoy the other person.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the conversation naturally turned to the upcoming magical duel.

However, since no one had higher up to them, they naturally didn't know how this battle of wits was arranged.

Everyone was just guessing at each other.

Some speculate that it will be a one-on-one duel.

Some speculate that they will form teams to fight each other.

He Yueren even said, "Perhaps we'll start the battle by forming teams from the same dormitory."

Wang Quan's heart skipped a beat: "A team of more than ten people?"

"If we fight like this, the danger level will increase dramatically."

We are all Daoist cultivators, each with our own unique characteristics and profound knowledge.

Dozens of experts are fighting each other, and all sorts of strange and wonderful techniques and spells are coming at you all at once, which is the most troublesome to deal with.

If they are targeted by the enemy's concentrated fire, they will probably suffer the worst possible fate.

Imagine a dozen or so Daoist cultivators simultaneously using various spells to kill one person.

Even with extraordinary talent and resources, this person would still face immense danger when dealing with the spells of more than a dozen cultivators of the same level.

One wrong move and you could die instantly.

The other cultivators also frowned: "This is troublesome!"

However, He Yueren smiled and said, "Everyone, there are more than a dozen people in our dormitory."

"It's starting with a million people!"

"Huh?" Wang Quan and the others were taken aback.

He Yueren laughed and said, "There are twelve cultivators in our manor."

"And this dormitory has 108,000 such manors."

"All the cultivators in the 108,000 manors are my roommates."

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped.

A battle between a million cultivators at the Purple Mansion level or above?

Just thinking about this scene made them feel that the future was full of bloodshed and turmoil.

Think about it:

Millions of people are casting spells at each other, and in the blink of an eye, they have to face millions or even tens of millions of spells.

The dense barrage of spells would fall, and if you were unlucky, you might be reduced to ashes in an instant.

One of the monks muttered, "The higher-ups probably wouldn't arrange it like that!"

"This arrangement doesn't showcase our abilities at all."

"If millions or tens of millions of spells were to come crashing down, even the most monstrous geniuses standing at the front, even if they possessed magical treasures, would probably be killed in an instant."

"This is utterly disregard for human life!"

Wang Quan said quietly, "This contest of magic is nothing short of a blatant disregard for human life!"

"We are all talented individuals!"

"Dying early or dying late seems to make little difference!"

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly realized, "That's true!"

"Either you harvest others, or you get harvested!"

"But... if it's a battle involving a million-strong army, we... even if we die, we won't be able to demonstrate our abilities."

"All that skill has been wasted!"

Although He Yueren guessed it was a battle involving a million-strong army, after the initial panic, everyone stopped caring.

Since we're already here and have been branded, we can't just run away now.

If they escape, they will survive, but their lives will be over.

They are Taoist practitioners who cultivate both their physical and spiritual aspects.

If you don't even dare to face the terror of life and death, what future can you expect?

Moreover, they are all Daoist cultivators, so why should it be me who dies?

At this moment, several more cultivators arrived; they lived in the same courtyard as Wang Quan.

After chatting for a while, everyone went their separate ways.

Some went out to travel and visit friends.

Some went to cultivate themselves, honing their skills at the last minute.

Some people are looking for Daoist partners, while others are looking for roommates to practice the art of "The Beauty of Yu" together.

He Yue was also very direct; she asked Wang Quan if he wanted to study the Taoist scriptures together.

Wang Quan shook his head: "I'm currently working on a spell and don't have time to study Taoist scriptures."

He Yueren didn't insist upon hearing this: "Okay!"

"We can study it together sometime in the future."

"Um!"

Everyone was busy with their own things:

As the days went by, we would occasionally get together to share the latest news.

Some people say that there is a prodigy in their dormitory—Lian Xingchen.

This Star Refiner possesses terrifying strength, owns three magic treasures, and even used these treasures to open up his Purple Mansion.

Although he has not been in the Purple Mansion Realm for long, his strength is terrifying.

He is currently recruiting and inviting many experts to join his team in preparation for the upcoming battle.

In such a vast dormitory, with millions of Daoist cultivators, He Yueren could guess that a battle involving a million-strong army might take place, and naturally, other cultivators had the same guess.

Therefore, during this period, many prodigies and geniuses have emerged, trying to recruit teams in order to have more human shields in legion-level battles.

The cultivators who were recruited naturally knew the reasons behind it, but they had no choice but to join.

Some cultivators even joined seven or eight monstrous teams at once.

In the courtyard where Wang Quan was, eight of the twelve cultivators had joined a team, but he, He Yueren, and two other cultivators did not choose to join a team.

Wang Quan's thoughts were simple: "If it's a battle involving a million-strong army, I'll unleash my magic weapon, then protect everyone in front of me. With the addition of six more magic weapons, we can definitely withstand the first wave of attacks."

"Once the first wave of attacks is over, I will be able to dominate the battlefield and reap the points by relying on my magic weapon and my own strength."

Thinking of this, he felt relieved.

one day....

Ten days.....

One month.....

More than thirty organizations of varying sizes have sprung up in their dormitory.

Every organization has a charlatan pulling the strings.

He Yueren and her group also found a team to join.

However, the king still had no choice.

He Yueren tried to persuade him several times, but seeing that he was unmoved, she stopped trying.

On this day, as Wang Quan was studying the Taoist scriptures, a wisp of smoke drifted in with the wind and quietly landed in front of him.