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

Whoosh!

Many cultivators engaged in combat prepared to refine their techniques.

Wang Quan felt a vague unease and called out loudly, "Everyone, wait a moment."

"Um?"

Everyone turned to look at him.

The Purple-Clad Marquis was even more surprised: "Fellow Daoist, why are you waiting?"

Wang Quan solemnly said, "Gentlemen, this is history."

"If this history is close to our current time, our practice of magic might not be a big deal."

"What if this history is far removed from the present timeline?"

"Won't our use of unorthodox methods to cultivate our magical power, which are fundamental techniques of the orthodox schools, reveal our identities?"

"What's more, we're just ordinary soldiers now, cannon fodder."

"Does our identity grant us powerful magic?"

"If there are cultivators of this era at Zijin Pass who notice our abnormality, will they purge us?"

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly realized what was going on.

The purple-robed marquis bowed and said, "Thank you, fellow Daoist."

"May I ask your name, friend?"

Wang Quan initially wanted to avoid using the name Li Gou Dan in this body, but after a moment's thought, he said, "I am Wang Quan, the Flower-Scattering Taoist."

The Purple-Clad Marquis and the many cultivators suddenly realized, "So you are the Flower-Scattering Daoist."

Most monks had vaguely heard of the name of the royal power, but never paid it any attention.

Only the Purple-Clad Marquis and a few other cultivators seemed lost in thought.

"Everyone, I think we should first practice the fundamental laws of the indigenous people, and then, after we go to Zijin Pass, we can see how things go before practicing our own fundamental laws."

The cultivators all nodded in agreement.

The fundamental practice of the indigenous people is called the "Twelve Transformations of Demonic Beasts".

Wang Quan took a look and found that although the technique looked crude and simple, its effects were significant for ordinary people.

This fundamental method is modeled after the fusion of twelve kinds of demonic techniques, specifically for cultivating one's flesh and bones, similar to the Twelve Forms of Xingyi from his previous life.

However, the twelve forms are modeled after twelve common wild animals.

This is modeled after twelve great demons:

[Turtle and Snake], [Winged Tiger], [Three-Headed Dragon], [Azure Eagle], etc.

Royal practice.

Although all his magical power and even the Dao seals had disappeared, relying on his past foundation, the Twelve Transformations of Demonic Beasts was very simple for him.

Although he had never seen these twelve great demons before, he still mastered them with ease.

The same was true for the other monks.

After practicing for one or two hours, the strength of everyone's qi and blood, muscles and bones, flesh and blood, and internal organs increased significantly.

One cultivator exclaimed in surprise, "This is similar to the methods of [Life Cultivation]!"

"If one is at a high level in the Dao of Refinement, one should be comparable to the [Life Cultivation] of the Foundation Establishment Realm."

Another cultivator remarked thoughtfully, "This part of history is not simple."

"Even ordinary cannon fodder can easily reach the Foundation Establishment Realm by practicing the same cultivation methods."

Upon hearing this, many cultivators' expressions changed slightly.

Wang Quan pondered: "In our current world's empires, most of the common soldiers and cannon fodder practice martial arts."

"At most, he can only become a martial arts master."

"The strength of the martial arts clan is at most barely comparable to that of a [Life Cultivator] at the fourth or fifth level of Qi Refining."

Everyone fell silent.

The Purple-Clad Marquis laughed: "I won't think about that."

"Everyone, let's focus on training first; improving our strength is the key."

Upon hearing this, everyone stopped worrying and began their cultivation.

Wang Quan and others were practicing their cultivation, and two or three hundred local people cooked for them.

Monster flesh and blood, glistening rice, fragrant noodles, and other delicacies were all served at once.

Because Wang Quan and the others had consumed a lot of energy during their cultivation, they ate ravenously.

One hour...

Five hours...

Ten hours...

After a day and a night of frantic training, Wang Quan and the others easily reached the level of martial arts grandmasters.

This progress stunned the indigenous people.

Because it takes them several months of practice to reach this level.

And this new group of cannon fodder was dealt with in just one day and one night.

The next morning, the cultivators gathered together to collect the purple energy.

They did not use the purple aura to transform into magical power, but instead channeled it into their bodies to temper their flesh and blood.

In this way, there's no fear that the powerful cultivators who might be inside the Purple Gold Pass will discover anything amiss.

The purple aura permeates the flesh, bones, and internal organs, transforming into a foundation that enhances strength.

This gave everyone a greater sense of security.

"Let's go, forward, to Zijin Pass."

The group broke camp and set off.

To Wang Quan and his companions' surprise, the cattle and horses being pulled around in the camp were all monsters.

Upon hearing that they were breaking camp and setting off, these monsters immediately stood up, packed up their tents, loaded them onto the carts themselves, and finally, after putting on ropes and hissing a few times, they set off, wagging their tails and moving on.

As they traveled, the group continued to cultivate and improve their strength.

As a result, at lunchtime, the natives who were specifically assigned to cooks approached the Purple-Clad Marquis with a hint of sarcasm and said, "My lord, you have eaten too much."

"Could you eat a little less?"

The Purple-Clad Marquis shook his head: "You can't eat less; on the contrary, you need to increase the food supply."

The local cooks panicked: "Sir, if you keep eating like this, even if we double the amount of rations, it won't be enough."

After a moment's thought, the Purple-Clad Marquis said, "Then let's gather provisions along the way."

The indigenous cooks hesitated for a moment: "Ordinary grains are easy to collect, but... the flesh and blood of monsters are not."

"Those monsters come in droves, roaring through the mountains and forests. Our small group is no match for them."

The Purple-Clad Marquis laughed: "We're no match now, but we'll be when our supplies run out."

"Alright, you just focus on cooking. When we run out of food, we'll figure out a way to get more."

The indigenous cooks had no choice but to agree.

The group moved forward at a considerable speed due to the increased strength of everyone involved.

While traveling and cultivating, Wang Quan chatted with the two ox-and-horse monsters who were scooping up the cart.

He inquired about the situation of the Great Shang Empire, the Zijin Pass, and the Great Qian Empire.

The two oxen and horses answered one by one.

Through the responses of the cattle and horses, the king gained some understanding of the great Shang Empire.

It turns out that the Great Shang Empire had existed for ten thousand years. Ten years ago, after the new emperor of the Great Shang ascended the throne, hundreds of cities on the northeastern border rebelled.

The rebels established the Great Qian Empire and then waged endless war against the Great Shang Empire.

The mention of the Great Qian Empire filled the pair of oxen and horses with intense resentment: "The Great Qian Empire is utterly evil."

"They actually promoted so-called laws, forbidding us from eating meat freely, and even more so from becoming mountain kings."

"We have to work hard every day to earn a living."

"I have a few distant relatives who couldn't stand their oppressive rule, so they fled back to the Shang Dynasty."

Wang Quan's heart stirred; he wanted to learn more about the Great Qian Empire through their distant relatives, so he casually asked, "What about your distant relatives? Can you get in touch with them?"

The ox and horse demons sighed, "They were unlucky; they encountered a large army demanding grain, and were then killed to serve as food for the army."

"The meat you eat is what they contribute."

Royal power...