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

Wang Quan emerged from seclusion after only a few months.

One reason is that Ruo Jinghong and the others have returned.

On the other hand, the Daoist cultivation method of the [Tianxuan Emperor] requires him to visualize many living beings, then create totems and incorporate them into his bloodline in order to improve his cultivation.

Yu Wanzhou's technique only requires him to visualize the big fish every day; it requires either a period of intense practice or a sudden flash of inspiration.

In this way, seclusion would not improve him much, which is why he came out of seclusion.

When the king left the pass, Stone City became bustling with activity.

If Jinghong, Meiniang, and the others were to return, they would have originally planned a celebration to relax.

Now that Wang Quan has emerged from seclusion, these Daoist cultivators waved their hands and declared, "Let's celebrate throughout the city!"

"A grand banquet, lasting ten days and ten nights!"

Once the order was given, the entire Stone City was instantly plunged into a sea of ​​revelry.

Some martial artists were overjoyed, holding their wives and working hard.

The wife, unable to bear it any longer, complained, "You should be focusing on your cultivation, striving to reach the Innate Realm, so you can sell your internal organs, flesh, and bones to supplement the family income."

The martial artist laughed heartily and said happily, "The gentlemen upstairs have prepared a grand banquet, and even a single ingredient is a top-grade medicine for us."

"I want to take this opportunity to have some children, so they can also take some top-grade medicine to cleanse their marrow and strengthen their tendons, thus building an unparalleled foundation."

The daughter-in-law was taken aback: "What can you do in ten days?"

"Stop going crazy. Let's quickly cultivate for a while, deplete our energy and blood, and then go to the banquet to eat and drink to our hearts' content. That's the best way."

The martial artist said smugly, "This time, when those important figures returned, they acquired a treasure called [Creation]."

"If you're willing, spending a day and a night at the next stop of the Creation Treasure is equivalent to a year."

"The baby will be born in a day."

Upon hearing this, the wife was overjoyed: "Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and hit me!"

"I'll work a little harder this time and try to give you nine in one go."

"At that time, you and your son will specialize in flesh and blood, tendons and bones, heart, kidneys, or something similar."

"When the quality of materials improves and prices rise, this company will become wealthy."

"Then we'll find wives for the children, and those wives can have grandchildren. Generation after generation, we'll work together to sell materials, and then we'll be a martial arts family."

"Ugh!"

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The warriors were in a frenzy, and so were the spirits.

Countless spirits and monsters surged onto the streets.

They beat drums and gongs, swayed silk, and sang and danced.

Various spirits and monsters generously provide their own flesh, blood, and internal organs as food.

The spirits of pots, pans, ladles, knives, cutting boards, stoves, and wine jars, along with the spirits of tables, chairs, and benches, spontaneously began to cook.

One hot dish after another was cooked and placed on the table.

The table spirits carried food around, and whenever they encountered someone eating, they would immediately whistle.

The next moment, benches came whistling in and landed around the table, waiting for the other monsters to sit down and eat.

Meanwhile, the monsters and warriors whose stools had been taken away grumbled and cursed as they squatted on the ground, eating and drinking heartily.

"Enjoyment, this is true enjoyment!"

"Finally, I can relax for a few days!"

"Burning incense and offering prayers every day was draining me dry; I can finally catch my breath!"

A black goat spirit took a sip of tiger bone wine and felt an overwhelming surge of heroic spirit. Then, he put one leg on a stool, pounded his chest, and shouted:

"Brothers, from now on we're never listening to those sheepdogs' nonsense again."

"From now on, we can graze wherever we want."

"We also need to have our own unique demonic personality."

One of the sheep spirits muttered under its breath, "But the sheepdogs are backed by the Big and Small Wind Drills!"

"If we don't obey, even the big and small drills might not let us off the hook!"

The black goat demon grabbed a leg of goat, took a big bite, and said through gritted teeth, "What's a little wind drill compared to that?"

"We'll seek refuge with the wolf spirits and let them ride on our heads and devise strategies: first we'll defeat the sheepdogs, then we'll defeat the big and small wind-drilling beasts."

"At that time, our sheep clan will dominate Stone City."

The various sheep spirits remained uneasy: "The masters have all returned, and I heard that even the Flower-Sprinkling Master has returned."

"If we were to conduct large-scale drilling, wouldn't the magistrate be furious?"

The black goat spirit sneered: "Fool, the bosses of Big and Little Drill are Master of Ceremonies and Dream."

"These two gentlemen are actually preceded by the Flower-Sprinkling Master!"

"Once we dominate the monster circle of Stone City, we just need to please the master of ceremonies and Lord Dream."

"As for Master Sahua, he doesn't care about us at all!"

However, many sheep spirits remain panicked.

The black goat spirit looked at the wine jar, and then forced the heads of the many goats to drink the wine.

These sheep spirits, emboldened by the tiger bone wine, began gesturing wildly and cursing, preparing to rebel against the sheepdogs.

Just as they were about to take action, a monk passed by.

After the monk passed by, many sheep spirits felt a chill run down their spines. Looking down, they found their fur was gone.

"Who the hell sheared the sheep?"

No one responded.

Many sheep spirits, having lost their wool, felt ashamed and ran away, covering their faces.

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The newly established Foundation Establishment Ancestor, who had casually taken advantage of the situation, hummed a little tune as he arrived at a courtyard.

Here, many Foundation Establishment elders were gathered around some Golden Core elders, drinking heartily.

The crowd was quite dissatisfied to see that the cultivator had only just arrived: "Lord Sahua, Lord Meiniang and the other gentlemen, please bestow your grace upon us, allowing us to drink and revel for ten days and ten nights, and enjoy ourselves for ten days and ten nights."

"We've all been having a great time, why are you only arriving now?"

The wool-wearing monk mysteriously closed the door and whispered, "Everyone, I gathered some wool on the way, then went to find the Black Hand King."

"The Black Hand King said he's going to give us a great opportunity."

The Black Hand King is a strange creature that came with Ruo Jinghong, Meiniang, and other gentlemen a few days ago.

This creature resembled a hand, and was pitch black; it was a prisoner of Mei Niang and her companions.

Although this mastermind was a prisoner, he knew how to cooperate and be reformed.

It led a group of bizarre black creatures, using their flesh and blood to keep a strange spinning wheel running.

On ordinary days, many cultivators would cut their mana and spin it on a spinning wheel to improve its purity, or implant spells into it.

Although life was quite arduous, this man with a dark mindset remained optimistic, calling himself the King of the Dark Hands, and believing he could accomplish great things.

Many new cultivators asked curiously, "Why are you looking for Black Hand King? That guy is always thinking about rebellion; don't get involved with him."

The shearing monk chuckled, "I had Black Hand King help me spin some black wool to make magical artifacts for everyone."

As he spoke, he took out silk thread artifacts and distributed them to everyone.

The new practitioners were overjoyed.

A Golden Core elder, having carefully tucked away his silken magical artifact, coughed and asked, "So... what is the great opportunity that Black Hand King spoke of?"

The shearing cultivator whispered, "The Black Hand King said he has a path to rise to power. As long as we follow him, we can break free from the exploitation of the old-style cultivators."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up: "What kind of approach?"

The shearing cultivator looked around and said in a low voice, "Go to the Underworld."

"He said that as long as we follow its path to the underworld, it can allow us to stand atop the mountains, high above, and break free from the old methods of cultivation."