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

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Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Some vine-like monsters flew around, lashing out at the geniuses of the Great Qian Empire.

With each lash, the flesh and blood of the prodigies burst open, revealing their stark white bones.

Meanwhile, the vine monsters that served as whips howled excitedly, some even weeping with joy: "When I was little, my mother said that if I could whip a human master in my lifetime, it would be like my ancestors' graves were emitting auspicious smoke."

"Now, I can smoke ten in one go."

"Brothers, don't beat him to death."

"Let me smoke a little longer, let my ancestral graves emit more auspicious smoke."

The other vine monsters were unhappy: "If your ancestral graves are going to emit auspicious smoke, so will ours."

"I also want to beat one of them to death, so I can go back to my hometown after I retire and brag about it to those poor bastards and bumpkins!"

Where are you from?

"My mother told me it's a place called Wulong Ridge."

"It took her a hundred years to get here."

"So far!"

The vine monsters chatted and smoked at the same time, getting so engrossed in it that they even started doing some fancy tricks.

The group of proud talents of the Great Qian Dynasty cried out in pain as they were whipped: "Stop hitting me!"

"We're all just doing our jobs. If you want to know something, just ask. There's no need to call."

"I can cooperate."

The vine monsters didn't care; they continued to whip the plants relentlessly.

Finally, after killing two prodigies, Wang Quan and several legendary cultivators arrived.

These legendary cultivators originally didn't want to come; they just wanted to focus on their cultivation, improve their strength, and then figure out how to deal with [Liu Yong].

Wang Quan felt this was not right: "If you don't come, she doesn't come, and I don't come, then who will interrogate us?"

One of the nuns muttered, "Interrogate him yourself."

Wang Quan flew into a rage: "If I waste time interrogating you, you'll improve your cultivation? By then you'll all be stronger than me and survive longer. I'll have suffered a huge loss."

"You must arrange for a few people to stay with me and waste my time."

Having no other option, the legendary cultivators drew lots to arrange for someone to interrogate Wang Quan together.

Because we started interrogating rival talents a while ago, everyone can just go through the formalities:

One person drags a prodigy and interrogates him:

Do you know Liu Yong?

"have no idea!"

"Beat them!"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

After a few lashes, the prodigies cried out in agony, "Stop hitting us! We know!"

"Tell me about Liu Yong."

"Well......"

"Huh? You're not going to talk? Keep hitting me?"

"Don't hit me, let me make something up."

Legendary cultivators...

"Beat him! Beat him to death!"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

"Stop hitting him! I remember now: Liu Yong is a young man from the village next door. He's just a local thug who had both his legs broken at a young age and is now begging under the big locust tree!"

"Nonsense, Liu Yong should be a common soldier, and he should be with the main army attacking Zijin Pass now."

The prodigy of the Great Qian Empire: "Damn it, you guys know everything, why are you asking me?"

Legend has it that the cultivator said, "Fight! Fight them to death!"

After a series of sharp blows, the group of prodigies, carrying with them their fabricated and flawed stories, died of exhaustion.

Several legendary cultivators turned and left without a care.

Wang Quan was unwilling to accept this.

He had talked with the cultivators of the cave many times and had also made many deductions in his mind.

He felt that the sooner he found Liu Yong, the greater his chances of winning the fight against him.

The later the liquidation process goes, the lower the success rate becomes.

Therefore, he is now using this clumsy method to search for traces of Liu Yong little by little.

He knew perfectly well that the information provided by those geniuses was false, but he still carefully wrote it down.

"Among a million lies, you can always find the truth."

"If this doesn't work, I'll try again next time."

"If once isn't enough, try a hundred times."

"I have plenty of time."

The race continues:

March.....

June....

One year...

No new fighting teams have arrived.

The battle at Zijin Pass intensified.

Now, the Great Qian Empire no longer engages in power struggles with the Great Shang Empire.

Instead, they deployed cannon fodder to attack the city day and night.

Winged beings fought in the sky, while those without wings fought on the ground.

Various generals also donned their full armor and began to fight.

Wang Quan and his ilk have truly become mere background figures and lackeys, waving flags and shouting slogans.

The battle between numerous extraordinary individuals and experts could result in heavy casualties from even the slightest aftershock.

This is especially true when generals of the Dharma Aspect level clash.

Seeing this, Wang Quan and the others were too lazy to die, so they tacitly tricked the native cannon fodder onto the city wall to die.

Originally, these native cannon fodder did not want to go, but a cultivator secretly collected the winds of the four seasons and refined a spell called "Wind and Words".

Amidst the rumors and gossip, these indigenous cannon fodder couldn't withstand the stimulation and rushed towards the city wall to their deaths.

Although they died quickly and tragically.

However, they weren't entirely useless—at least they protected the magical cultivators who descended upon the capital, including Wang Quan.

The fighting continued day and night for ten days and ten nights.

Although Wang Quan did not fight to his death on the city walls, he made a judgment based on the number of cannon fodder in the city, the deaths of Shang generals and other supernatural beings, and information gathered by other cultivators:

This Zijin Pass cannot be defended.

"Brothers, pack your bags and get ready to run!"

Upon hearing this, the remaining cultivators at Zijin Pass nodded in agreement: "That's right, it's time to run away."

"If we don't run away now, we'll all be buried with this Zijin Pass."

The group packed their things and prepared to flee.

Wang Quan went to find the cultivators of the grotto-heaven.

As a result, this cultivator from the cave was so engrossed in the battle on the front lines that he didn't return to Zijin Pass at all.

Left with no other choice, Wang Quan had to release a Cloud Piercing Arrow.

call out!

boom!

The arrow pierced the clouds and exploded. The cultivators from the cave realm who were fighting, as well as the few other high-level combat cultivators, shuddered and laughed loudly: "The [target] we have been searching for has finally appeared!"

"Brothers, follow me, kill the [target], and return to the real world."

"Kill [target], return to the present world."

A group of cultivators engaged in combat roared and followed the cultivator from the cave heaven straight to the location of the king's power.

Many local experts were also impressed by the cultivators from the cave and followed closely behind.

However, when they excitedly appeared before the king, they were all stunned: "Where's the target?"

"You're carrying bundles, leading cattle and sheep, are you trying to run away?"

The cultivator from the grotto-heaven frowned: "This is a life-or-death situation at Zijin Pass, how can you run away?"

"You should climb the city walls, melt down the bronze gongs into war hammers, beat the drums to cheer us on, shout to kill the enemy, and defend Zijin Pass."

There's a legend that a cultivator muttered, "My lord, Zijin Pass is about to be destroyed."

"If we don't run away soon, we're all going to die."

"Besides, the fate of Zijin Pass is none of our business."

"We should conserve our strength now and search for Liu Yong; nothing else matters."

Wang Quan's heart stirred, and he said, "My lord, you can just coast along and slack off on the battlefield; how can you fully commit yourself to it?"

"We are outsiders, not natives."

Upon hearing this, the cultivator from the cave, along with several other high-level cultivators who had descended, changed their expressions drastically.

The cultivator from the cave heaven recalled the events of the past ten days or so, feeling as if it were a lifetime ago. His face was pale as he said, "Originally, I just wanted to coast along and get by, and when things got bad, I would immediately take you all and run away."

"But...I didn't expect..."

The other high-level combat cultivators also looked grim: "There's a problem here, let's get out of here."