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

Under the loquat tree, Wang Quan stared silently at the steaming tea.

Yu Wanzhou set up a small stove to boil water and then made tea.

A cultivator was babbling on and on, saying something:

"Fellow Daoist who throws flowers, you're truly in deep trouble!"

"In this battle, many extraordinary talents have gathered at the Purple Mansion Realm."

"They will all try to enhance their foundation and increase their combat power in the battle."

"And you, Yu Wanzhou, and me, we could all be manipulated by them, used as raw materials, and become part of their resources."

"You are the most legendary among them; everyone has heard of you."

"Ordinary cultivators don't know what this means, but those exceptional geniuses, those legendary prodigies, all know what this means."

Wang Quan nodded: "You're absolutely right."

"But I still hope you won't say it."

The monk was taken aback.

He prepared a thousand different arguments, all intended to persuade the monarchy.

So now you're not allowed to talk about it?

Sad people.

The cultivator scratched his head and looked at Yu Wanzhou: "Fellow Daoist Hongchen, our cooperation is mutually beneficial, let's divide..."

Yu Wanzhou scoffed, "Don't say all that useless stuff."

"Tell me your name first."

Upon hearing this, the cultivator burst into laughter: "Some exceptionally talented individuals have set their sights on cultivators with legendary status. Under such circumstances, how dare I reveal my own name?"

Yu Wanzhou: "Hehe..."

"If you don't dare to say anything, just leave."

"Our team doesn't need cowards who can't even say their names."

The cultivator's face was grim.

He looked at the royal power.

As a result, the royal power completely ignored him.

At this moment, Wang Quan's eyes gleamed with various colors.

Numerous lights collide, creating and annihilating illusions.

He was analyzing the battle they had just fought, searching for his own weaknesses and looking for his opponent's weaknesses.

He uses this method to enhance his own cultural foundation.

The steam rising from the teacup, influenced by his gaze, transformed into two groups of people fighting each other.

Upon seeing this, the cultivator immediately realized that if he didn't reveal his name, these two would never accept him.

Since that's the case.....

"Goodbye, gentlemen!"

As he spoke, he transformed into a streak of light and hurtled away.

Fighting in the far west is inherently dangerous.

In addition, there are some exceptionally talented individuals who want to harvest legendary cultivators as materials to enhance their foundation.

He was self-aware enough to know that even with his legendary status, he couldn't defeat those exceptionally talented individuals.

The only thing he could do was hide his name and his true appearance to avoid attracting the attention of powerful figures.

The unknown cultivator departed, and Wang Quan paid him no heed.

He held this kind of cultivator in utter contempt for those who didn't even dare to utter their own names.

The same applies to Yu Wanzhou.

She looked into Wang Quan's eyes, then into the direction the cultivator had gone: "Fellow Daoist Sahua, I have a plan."

Wang Quan shook his head: "We don't need a plan."

"Whether it's a duel in the far west, a one-on-one duel, or a duel on a scale of millions, it makes no difference to us."

"What we need to do is seize every opportunity to continuously improve our own capabilities."

Yu Wanzhou blinked and chuckled, "Okay!"

"However, if we encounter danger during a battle, we should still watch out for each other."

Wang Quan nodded.

In legion-level battles, having reliable help greatly increases the survival rate.

Yu Wanzhou stood up: "Before the battle, I will remain hidden around you."

"If you run into trouble, I'll help you deal with it."

Wang Quan nodded.

The next moment, Yu Wanzhou stretched and then leaped onto a loquat tree, transforming into a loquat and hanging there.

A gentle breeze blows, and on the huge loquat tree, the only loquat sways in the wind.

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Time flies like an arrow, and the days pass by one by one.

As the time for the duel drew closer, more and more cultivators came to the royal courtyard.

Some cultivators, like that unknown cultivator, possessed legendary status and wanted to cooperate with him.

As a result, these monks were far less discerning than Yu Wanzhou, refusing to reveal their names.

Or rather, they would not reveal their names until the monarchy joined their ranks.

There were also some cultivators who came to win him over on behalf of exceptionally talented individuals.

However, the royal power didn't bother with either side.

Seeing this, the cultivators didn't say much, just exchanged a few words and left.

He Yueren and others also kept sending him new messages:

"A group of experts has arrived at headquarters!"

"A force of one million is coming!"

"I heard that a prodigy from a sect was ambushed on the road by an unknown mastermind, and ultimately died and fell into the underworld. In the underworld, he recruited soldiers and horses, preparing to invade the mortal world to search for the unknown mastermind."

"I've heard that... a prodigy from the Tai Su Sect has made a move and is engaging in a pre-arranged duel with a prodigy from the Tai Chi Sect. The two sides have been fighting for three days and three nights, using every method except for magic weapons."

"It is said that..."

All sorts of news reached Wang Quan's ears, but he paid no attention to them.

He was waiting, waiting for the battle to begin.

With only ten days left until the battle in the far west, Ruo Jinghong and others relayed a message;

They arrived at the Western Paradise City.

With only three days left until the duel, Ying Jiaren sent a message:

"I have arrived in the Western Paradise City and boarded a large ship."

"On this large ship, there are only Foundation Establishment cultivators, no other cultivators."

"We are only allowing boarding now, not disembarking."

"Now they're providing us with all sorts of materials for refining techniques and skills every day, telling us to sharpen our skills at the last minute, even if it's not quick, it'll still be useful."

"The battle of wits is about to begin, and I'm a little nervous."

Ying Jiaren was nervous, and Yu Wanzhou, who was hanging on the tree like a loquat, was just as nervous, perhaps even more so than Ying Jiaren.

The royal power was equally tense.

At this moment, the vast 666 dormitory, the tens of thousands of miles of territory, and the millions of cultivators were surprisingly quiet.

There was no behind-the-scenes scheming or bickering.

All cultivators were repeatedly honing their magical power, devising tactics, and refining their techniques and skills.

Everyone is making the most of their time to improve.

Although everyone says they want to harvest other living beings.

But when the time comes, they are just as afraid of being exploited.

The day before the duel, all cultivators' identity tokens received a message:

[Tomorrow's duel will be a sect-based contest.]

The winner of this duel will be determined by the number of enemy sect ships captured and the number of ships one can protect.

The duel will last one day and one night.

[Once the duel begins, those who wish to leave can simply hand over a Purple Mansion.]

A new method of combat has emerged.

The materials needed for the harvest also appeared.

The crowd paid no attention to the method of harvesting, but instead watched the fighting style with mixed feelings.

This kind of battle was completely beyond everyone's expectations.

Initially, everyone thought that the highest scale would be a battle involving millions of people.

But now it seems that the scale of this battle far exceeds everyone's expectations.

call out!

Yu Wanzhou jumped down from the loquat tree and sighed, "Couldn't those people up there have devised a better way to fight? Why did they use such a crude method?"

Wang Quan was puzzled: "It's just a contest of magic. Whether it's crude or exquisite, as long as the goal is achieved, that's fine."

Yu Wanzhou asked with a strange expression, "Do you know how many cabins this large ship has?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "I don't know."

Yu Wanzhou: "One thousand and one cabins."

"A single cabin can hold at least a million people."

"The scale of this battle is enormous."

Wang Quan's heart stirred: "If that's the case, then all the Purple Mansion Realm cultivators in the Drowning Path are probably on this ship."

Yu Wanzhou shook her head: "Impossible."

"Among the Purple Mansion Realm cultivators gathered on this ship, it would be quite good if there were even one-tenth of the Drowning Channel Purple Mansion Realm cultivators."

Wang Quan was stunned.

Just how big is this world, this drowning channel?