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

Qian Xiuyue is improving, and the round-faced Taoist nun is also improving with the help of the resources provided by the king.

That year, facing the increasingly powerful new sects and the predicament of her family's inability to expand, she directly opened the treasure pouch given to her by the king and took out one Thunderfire after another.

"Great Sun Thunderfire!"

"Purple Heaven Thunderfire!"

"Earthly Fiend Thunderfire!"

"Mother and Child Thunder and Fire!"

Egg-sized pieces of lightning and fire of various colors were placed on the table. The round-faced Taoist nun took a deep breath and exhaled streams of magical power to temper the numerous pieces of lightning and fire.

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, she had refined over a thousand lightning bolts.

These bolts of lightning rolled down and landed in the magical treasure's purple mansion behind her head.

boom!

The Thunderfire Beads transformed into real thunderfire, roaming within the Purple Mansion like lightning and raging flames.

She got up, preparing to clean up a new sect.

Upon hearing this, the family's cultivators immediately tried to stop him: "Ancestor, you mustn't go!"

"Those new sects, although individually not strong enough, have too many of them."

"Moreover, these new sects also look out for each other."

"If we attack one, the others will definitely join forces to cause us trouble."

"No matter how good we are at fighting, we can't defeat so many new cultivators!"

"Each of them could throw a fireball and blow up the family's stronghold, turning it into a sea of ​​fire and burning it to ashes."

"We can't afford to mess with them."

"Ancestor, why don't you ask that Flower-Scattering Taoist for help again?"

The round-faced Taoist nun chuckled, "No need."

"The Flower-Scattering Taoist gave me some resources. To deal with those guys, I only need to use a little bit of those resources. There's no need for the Flower-Scattering Taoist to come in person."

Upon hearing this, the cultivators breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, these cultivators escorted the round-faced Daoist nun to the nearest new sect.

This new sect has only been established for five or six years.

However, in the past five or six years, their territory has expanded wildly.

Nowadays, many cities are controlled by these new magic practitioners who rely on their powerful spells.

The majesty of the empire, the laws of the empire, meant nothing to them.

They control ordinary people, making them work for them, and selecting those with spiritual roots from among them to join them.

They even destroyed one temple after another.

The cultivators of the Immortal Cult either fled or were killed by them.

These guys are like locusts, plundering people and the most basic resources, trying to fundamentally sever the foundation of unorthodox and esoteric practices.

Initially, the round-faced Taoist nun could only endure it.

Because, compared to these new sects, her family was still not strong enough.

These new sects, a group of new cultivators who appeared out of nowhere, forcibly suppressed the orthodox cultivators.

Now that she has the support of the king, even without using the thunder and fire given to her by the king, she feels that she can rely on the magic treasure Purple Mansion to eliminate these new magic cultivators.

only.......

"The lightning and fire given by the Flower-Scattering Taoist is far too much."

"It would be such a waste not to use it!"

"Moreover, using lightning and fire to eliminate enemies is more efficient than me doing it myself!"

For a moment, she was in turmoil.

When I came to my senses, I found that the clouds beneath my feet had reached a high mountain.

This high mountain is full of buildings.

Those new-style monks, who served as the lowest level among the various lower temples, were therefore most adept at constructing all kinds of buildings.

In just a few years, they built a series of magnificent and spectacular buildings on this mountain.

These new monks then set up rituals, drawing clouds to drift across the mountain and wander among the various buildings.

They also stole many small magical artifacts from the orthodox monks.

Some of these ritual implements are specifically designed to produce smoke and wind.

Using these ritual implements, they blew smoke, making the entire mountain appear to float in the clouds.

They also planted a large number of flowers, dug mountain springs, planted grass and trees, and decorated the storefront.

These things are a piece of cake for them.

After all, they often built estates for orthodox monks in the Lower House, so they were very familiar with the process.

Under their influence, this place has become ethereal and otherworldly, like a paradise on earth.

High on the mountain, the new cultivators in the sect either continued digging holes to plant trees, or thought about how to plunder more resources, or studied the spells copied from unorthodox sects.

Many Golden Core elders sat upright in the main hall, looking at the numerous resources collected below, and chuckled foolishly.

"This is what true cultivation is all about."

"Isn't the point of cultivating immortality to reach a higher realm?"

"What kind of life did we live before!"

"In name we are the Golden Core Ancestors, but in reality we are nothing but rubbish."

"Look at this now, this is life!"

One of the Golden Core elders sighed, "It's a pity we don't know the methods those orthodox cultivators use to transform a wine cup into a beautiful woman, nor do we have the ability to cut paper into the moon."

"If we had those skills, we should throw a big banquet and enjoy ourselves."

Another Golden Core Elder chuckled: "We will thoroughly study those illusions and creation techniques one day."

"At that time, we will specially train a group of illusionists to entertain us."

"But now we can also throw a big banquet."

"We have a lot of female cultivators under our command. Those female cultivators are willing to pay a lot for a single Foundation Establishment Pill."

"I think we should throw a big banquet so that all the sect members can enjoy themselves and have a proper feast."

A Golden Core cultivator coughed and said, "Young female cultivators are certainly good, but we also need some young male cultivators to liven things up."

Upon hearing this, the other Golden Core elders burst into laughter: "Absolutely!"

"Recruit some more spirits and monsters."

"Those spirits will do anything for money."

"If there's a shortage of ingredients at the banquet, we can make them sacrifice a little and use them as ingredients; that way, we can even save on labor costs."

Many Golden Core elders, in high spirits, wanted to hold a grand banquet in imitation of orthodox cultivators.

Just as everyone was discussing animatedly, a cultivator came running in from outside: "Ancestors, fellow ancestors, something terrible has happened!"

boom!

A Golden Core cultivator slammed his fist on the table and growled, "What's the panic?"

"We are no longer the leeks being harvested through crooked means, nor are we consumables being sold blood or rented out for our hearts, livers, spleens, and lungs."

"We are high and mighty monks."

"Come on, take a deep breath, don't panic in the face of trouble."

call!call!call!

The messenger took a deep breath, and after his breathing had calmed and his heartbeat had returned to normal, he shouted, "Ancestors, something terrible has happened!"

"That round-faced Taoist nun has arrived with a group of orthodox cultivators!"

"They're right above us."

boom!

A Golden Core elder slammed his fist on the table and sneered, "Back when we were the lambs to the slaughter, she rode on our heads, and I didn't say anything."

"How dare she ride roughshod over us now?"

"They really don't know what's good for them."

"Everyone, let's go out and kill her."

One of the Golden Core elders sneered, "Killing him would be too wasteful!"

"Arrest her, imprison her, and make her sing and dance for us."

Many Golden Core elders nodded in agreement.

However, before they could go out to arrest the people, the roof exploded.

Then, a bead the size of an egg fell down and hung silently among them.