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

"Fly what?"

"I don't want to fly!"

"I just want to quietly improve my skills and surprise everyone without making a sound."

First level of the underworld:

Western Ghost Emperor's Tomb City, Ring 11, City No. 11:

Ma Qingqiu, along with Meng Hu Daoren and others, occupied a small courtyard in the alley.

Since they resurrected the Vertical Eye, they have been wandering around.

After experiencing certain people and events, they joined an organization called Reincarnation.

Then, they were ordered to infiltrate the city, preparing to overthrow City 11 and seize the position of city lord.

Over the years, they have struggled and enjoyed life.

Now that they've infiltrated, they're even more determined to roll up their sleeves and work hard, hoping to make a name for themselves.

Just now, Ma Qingqiu received this letter.

The letter was written by Master Beitangxue.

The content is simple:

It was nothing more than showing off his achievements over the years and then inviting him to Stone City.

"Damn it, I just escaped Stone City, and now you want me to go back?"

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Ma Qingqiu angrily threw the letter away.

The Fierce Tiger Taoist glanced around and frowned deeply when he saw the description of royal power mentioned by Beitang Xue:

"Wang Quan, the Flower-Scattering Taoist, is indeed capable."

"But your master is from the orthodox Xuanmen sect, and he is also a Golden Core cultivator."

"How could she so highly regard royal power?"

"Was this letter written by your master?"

Ma Qingqiu clutched her stockings tightly and said, "Yes!"

"I know this flavor well."

Tiger Taoist: "Hmm?"

Other cultivators: "Huh?"

Ma Qingqiu took a deep breath: "I've been studying my master's stockings since I was a child, so this scent can't be wrong."

Everyone........

"So, you really won't go?"

"According to your master, Stone City has developed quite well in recent years."

"If we go back, perhaps..."

Before everyone could finish speaking, Ma Qingqiu growled, "There aren't that many possibilities."

Now that I've ventured out, I'm determined to make a name for myself.

"I haven't achieved fame and success yet, and I'll be ridiculed if I go back."

The Fierce Tiger Taoist and the others nodded in agreement: "That's right, we should work hard quietly and then amaze everyone."

Ma Qingqiu laughed and said, "After we take over City No. 11, control the 11th Ring, and even control the real Emperor's Tomb City, I want my master to come and help me personally."

"Stone City? Royal Power? No matter how good they are, they are not as good as us."

He got more and more excited as he spoke, and finally jumped onto the table, gesturing wildly and envisioning the future.

The crowd was filled with excitement.

Just then, a ghost knocked on the door: "Time to get to work."

"Don't waste time, or Master Zhao's whip will not discriminate."

Ma Qingqiu and the others quickly suppressed all their lofty ambitions, then dressed in short clothes, picked up buckets of manure, and went to work.

Their job was to empty the mansion of the No. 11 city lord.

This job is low-end and hard, and many people don't want to do it.

However, if they gave up this job, it would be extremely difficult for them to infiltrate the city lord's mansion.

The people went to work dejectedly.

As evening approached, the Fierce Tiger Taoist sighed, "This is not what I imagined."

"I thought that with the support of the Reincarnation Organization, we would be in high positions, eavesdropping on secret intelligence, and finally, with a roar, summon millions of troops to occupy this city."

"Now... we have to shovel manure."

"If we were in Stone City, we'd be considered veterans."

"At that time, I will not only be able to enjoy myself with Meiniang, but also be high above her and wield certain authority."

The other cultivators nodded in agreement.

Ma Qingqiu raised an eyebrow and coughed, saying, "Everyone, perk up! Don't embarrass yourselves!"

"We are now enduring humiliation and hardship, accumulating strength, and then quietly astonishing everyone."

The Fierce Tiger Taoist muttered, "But if things continue like this, we won't be able to handle City Lord No. 11, complete the Reincarnation Organization's mission, or even subtly amaze everyone."

The cultivators nodded again: "That's right, we've been carrying manure for over three years."

"There is absolutely no hope."

Ma Qingqiu smiled: "Everyone, similar things have happened in my hometown."

"...The target that young man was trying to assassinate was someone of high rank and power..."

"...As the target fell into the cesspool, the boy let out a whoosh, grabbed his spear, and thrust it down, killing the target..."

The Fierce Tiger Taoist muttered, "You've told this story over a thousand times."

"I'm numb."

One of the Taoist priests sighed, "There's no way the city lord would use this latrine!"

"Besides, if we don't need to use the toilet, why would a city lord who is more powerful than us need to?"

Ma Qingqiu said smugly, "Gentlemen, he doesn't use the restroom, but we can let him."

"Over the years, I've slept with the Fierce Tiger Taoist and subdued all the ghosts, cultivators, and monsters in the kitchen."

"Next time the city lord throws a grand banquet, we'll slip laxatives into the wine and food. As long as the city lord takes a bite, he'll have to come."

"At that time, we will lie in ambush on both sides, holding bamboo poles and spears, and we can turn him into a candied hawthorn in the blink of an eye."

Everyone was delighted, then filled with admiration: "You two have made a tremendous sacrifice."

The Fierce Tiger Taoist puffed out his chest and said proudly, "What's this? For the sake of this city, for the sake of amazing everyone in the future, a little sacrifice is acceptable."

Ma Qingqiu said with great anticipation, "If we can take control of this city, I will tell my master that her disciple has made something of himself."

"I need a jockey then."

"I want all her fellow Daoists to know: I, Ma Qingqiu, am the true Daoist partner of my master."

Everyone praised him for his ambition.

At this moment, a vertical eye appeared on Ma Qingqiu's forehead: "What kind of ambition is this? This is just a complete simp."

"If you can control City 11, what woman won't you have?"

Ma Qingqiu sneered: "My master is my white moonlight."

He sneered, his red eyes darting around: "I'm still your cinnabar mole!"

Ma Qingqiu...........

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In the real world, Stone City:

Beitang Xue is gone.

Wang Quan sat upright in the spot where the mulberry tree used to stand.

Here, one after another, tumor-like monsters diligently cultivate the fundamental method of the "Idiot Path".

The first batch of tumor spirits who cultivated have now become Foundation Establishment monsters through the [Path of Idiot].

Their brainwashing methods are even more ingenious. At this moment, they are collecting the brains of newly arrived spirits and carefully cleaning them so that they can cultivate the "Path of Idiots" more efficiently.

The spirit with the tumor initially refused.

Just because it was newly born and too small to resist, it was eventually brainwashed and became a member of the "Idiot Path".

Upon seeing Wang Quan, they approached him and asked, "Sir, where is the fiery red tree?"

"The sap squeezed from those leaves is perfect for brainwashing."

"Without the sap, our cultivation has slowed down."

Wang Quan reassured them, "The fiery red tree has gone on a long trip and will be back in three to five months."

The tumor spirits were delighted: "That's good."

"Sir, would you like me to brainwash you?"

"Our brainwashing techniques have greatly improved, allowing us to brainwash you more thoroughly."

Wang Quan shook his head.

The tumor monsters rejoiced: "Great, we can relax a bit now."

Looking at the joyful tumor-like spirit, Wang Quan was quite troubled, thinking of the news brought by the master of ceremonies and the Taoist nun.