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

The new monks of Stone City have run away with their descendants!

The words of the Taoist nun who was in charge of the ceremony kept echoing in his ears.

Stone City is vast, teeming with spirits and monsters, including many more advanced ones.

The number of orthodox cultivators, Daoist cultivators, and martial artists is countless.

However:

In the vast Stone City, the largest population consists of the new monks and their descendants.

These people make up half of the inhabitants of Stone City.

call!call!call!

Wang Quan took a deep breath, suppressing all his thoughts, and murmured in a low voice, "No wonder I felt something was off about Stone City."

"So it turns out the talent had run away."

The master of ceremonies, a Taoist nun, stamped her feet in frustration: "These guys just followed those evil forces into the underworld!"

"They said they were going to a beautiful place where there would be no harvesting by the old-style cultivators, nor any oppression from them."

"If you gather your men now and chase after them, you will surely catch up."

"When the time comes, you can scold them, and they will definitely change their minds."

Wang Quan shook his head: "It's no use."

"Since these guys want to leave, let them go."

"The world is big, and Stone City is big too."

"Meiniang and others should set an example by procreating a vast number of living beings."

"The departure of a few new-style cultivators will not have a significant impact on Stone City."

The emcee, a Taoist nun, wanted to say something more, but Wang Quan waved his hand and said, "Don't mention this kind of thing again."

"From now on, we will fully support spirits and demons."

"Give them more responsibilities."

The master of ceremonies, a Daoist nun, said anxiously, "But if you don't deal with the escaped new cultivators, they will all look down on you, whether they are spirits or other cultivators."

"This will shake your rule."

Wang Quan laughed: "You're overthinking it."

"Go on, do your jobs and enjoy yourselves."

"I will deal with those new-style monks personally."

Seeing this, the female officiant had no choice but to nod and say, "Alright!"

After the master of ceremonies left, Wang Quan paced back and forth on the mulberry tree, pondering how to handle the matter.

He pondered for a long time but couldn't make up his mind.

After a short while, he arranged the ritual, amplifying the power of the magical artifacts and connecting with Yingjiaren.

After Ying Jiaren's figure appeared on the communication device, Wang Quan explained the situation.

Ying Jiaren sat upright on the mulberry tree she had planted, exhaling incense smoke.

Upon hearing of the predicament of the royal power, he immediately had a solution in mind.

But she didn't say it aloud; instead, a thought struck her, and she asked Wang Quan in return:

When you heard the news, what were your initial thoughts?

Wang Quanfei quickly replied, "If there aren't many people running away, then let them be."

"But there are too many people this time."

"My first thought was to kill them, to deter future generations."

"Now... I feel like they're human too. Would it be good to kill them all?"

Pfft!

Ying Jiaren smiled, a rare occurrence: "Is it because there are so many people, and you're afraid you'll hesitate to kill them?"

"Are you still afraid of offending the natural order?"

Wang Quan shook his head and sighed, "None of those are true."

"I just feel there are too many of them; killing them all at once would be too wasteful."

Ying Jiaren shook her head: "How could it be a waste?"

"The new cultivators can utilize their bones, flesh, blood, internal organs, and even their skin and fur, as well as their resentment."

Wang Quan sighed, "They could have had countless descendants!"

Ying Jiaren said coldly, "They've all escaped. There's no end to it."

Wang Quan asked, "What suggestions do you have?"

Ying Jiaren said coldly:

"Follow them; if they find a truly beautiful place, then harvest them."

"If they're not doing well, then let them be!"

"Finally, have someone visualize how miserable their lives are, and then bring it back for the remaining beings to see."

"Let them become a negative example for Stone City, and then nail them to the pillar of shame forever."

Wang Quan gasped, "The ancients were right, indeed, the most poisonous heart is that of a woman."

Ying Jiaren sneered, "It's not that I'm vicious, it's just that you're too kind."

"If a hundred thousand or two hundred thousand new cultivators escape, you might as well be kind enough to let them go!"

"But too many new cultivators escaped this time."

"If you let them go, what will the other Daoist cultivators think of you?"

"They will think you are weak and easily bullied, and they will despise you."

"From now on, when you go out, they will bully you."

"At that time, you'll have to argue with them, engage in debates, and prove yourself little by little."

"In this way, too much time is wasted, which is really not worth it."

Wang Quan remained silent upon hearing this.

Ying Jiaren suddenly said, "I've mastered the Dao Weapon. Do you want me to lend it to you so you can go and harvest those new cultivators?"

Wang Quan thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No need, I can handle it myself."

Ying Jiaren: "Okay!"

After ending the communication, Wang Quan pondered for a while before using his authority to modify some rules of Stone City.

In the past, the new cultivators who descended upon Stone City, like the spirits, mostly worshipped the four directions and the sun, moon and stars.

Few ventured outside the city to fight against the unusual weather.

But now, he has changed the rules:

All new cultivators must take turns going outside the city to temper themselves against abnormal weather conditions; those who disobey will be executed without mercy.

After settling the trivial matters of the present world, he stepped out and entered the underworld.

The underworld corresponding to Stone City is Emperor's Tomb City, City No. 95 in the 95th ring.

Wang Quan is the lord of this city.

He arrived in the city, and before he could even activate the city's rules, he sensed that the city was somewhat different.

because:

The monsters in the city went into a frenzy of revelry.

In the vast city, there was smoke from battle everywhere and collapsed buildings.

In many places, ghosts and monsters filled the sky, uttering mournful cries.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

Wang Quan looked out and saw the ghosts carrying either half a corpse or a whole corpse, singing and dancing excitedly.

"What happened?"

Wang Quan was bewildered.

How did such a beautiful underworld city end up like this?

One of the remaining cultivators had a strange expression: "Fellow Daoist Sahua, not long ago, countless new cultivators led a group of evil beings to descend."

"The leading evil is a dark force."

"This treacherous manipulator is so arrogant. He actually said he wanted to recruit us and lead us to the top of the mountain to enjoy life."

"The ghosts and monsters in the city worship you as their master, so naturally they will not agree."

"Then a conflict broke out."

"Then, a multitude of ghosts and monsters swarmed forward and captured some of the new cultivators."

Wang Quan was taken aback: "What about the remaining new-style monks?"

"They've all run away."

"That direction?"

Due north.

"Yes, settle the ghosts and build the structures as soon as possible."

"Ugh!"

call out!

After taking flight and determining its direction, Wang Quan transformed into hundreds of beams of celestial and terrestrial light, resembling a hundred boats racing towards the due north.

After traveling only thirty to fifty thousand miles, he saw towering mountains stretching ahead, with black smoke billowing from them, and distorted human faces appearing and disappearing among them, emitting mournful howls.

This wailing, carrying endless resentment, transformed into dark clouds, blocking the way.

Above the dark clouds, a group of ghosts wearing black cloth burned black paper, weeping and wailing, creating an extremely eerie scene.