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

Wang Quan thus became the patriarch of the powerful clan without any clear explanation.

Amidst the praise and flattery, and the gentle massages of a dozen pure and aloof female cultivators, he lost himself and opened the treasure pouch.

After they came to their senses, they discovered that each of the cultivators from the Backing Mountain Sect had an extra magic weapon prototype.

He also reworked the twelve zodiac signs.

He even gave these guys an extra magical artifact, the Purple Mansion.

Under the manipulation of the delicate female cultivators, these guys were able to draw portraits.

He regained consciousness for a while and entered a state of enlightenment.

In this state, he added some restrictions to the portrait.

This restriction is closely related to his strength.

As long as he continues to grow stronger, the restrictions will also grow stronger.

This also prevented other cultivators from plotting against him through his portrait.

Moreover, he has many methods, so even if his appearance and portrait are leaked, he is not afraid of being schemed against by cultivators of the same or even higher level.

If a cultivator can calculate his whereabouts through the portrait, then unless he hides in Stone City, the other party can easily kill him even without the portrait.

In the end, the monks kowtowed in gratitude and left happily.

"Ancestor, this legacy is yours."

"Do whatever you want!"

"After we have established a new foundation, we hope that our ancestor will come and take over."

Watching the departing figures of the cultivators from the Back Mountain Sect, Wang Quan felt that he would never have anything to do with them again in his life.

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Wohu Mountain is now deserted.

When the cultivators from the Kaoshan Sect left, they took all the buildings, spirits, some special medicinal herbs, and even wild animals with them.

The once vast Wohu Mountain is now completely empty, with nothing left.

The mountain wind howled, scattering broken branches and fallen leaves everywhere.

Wang Quan rubbed his face and shook his head: "These guys are really good at bragging."

"Their sect shouldn't be called the 'Backer Sect,' it should be called the 'Flattery Sect.'"

call!

He exhaled a breath of stale air, and then laid out the various treasure pouches one by one.

Soon, thousands of treasure pouches piled up in front of him.

After a short while, he patted the box, and a paper figure flew out.

boom! boom! boom!

wisps of smoke billowed as the paper figure transformed into a muscular man, laboriously clearing away stones, withered branches, and fallen leaves.

Soon, the paper figures created a huge platform on the mountaintop.

Wang Quan patted the treasure bag, and a five-colored altar flew out.

He landed on the altar and continued to pat the treasure bag, releasing a huge incense table and cartloads of sandalwood.

After a while, he patted the treasure bag again, and a long banner flew out from it.

These long banners consist of 3,650 poles, with ends resembling spears, descending from the sky and piercing into the mountain rocks.

Whoosh!

The long banner moves automatically even without wind, connecting with the earth's veins and spiritual veins below; and with the sun, moon, stars, and the changing seasons above.

After a short while, Wang Quan patted another treasure bag, and this time, bronze mirrors and clouds flew out of it.

The clouds transformed into spirits, carrying enormous bronze mirrors on their backs, lining up in the sky to form a grand ritual.

The mirror faces downwards, illuminating the earth.

A few more pearls, gemstones, corals, jade, crystals, and necklaces flew out.

They either hang under the clouds, or fall on long banners, or hang alone in the air.

In an instant, the glittering pearls and jewels filled the air, transforming into great dragons that roamed around Crouching Tiger Mountain, connecting with the bronze mirror in the sky.

One by one, the treasure pouches were emptied.

A full quarter of an hour passed, and the royal power had everything prepared.

At this time, he bathed and changed his clothes, then went up on the platform to perform the ritual.

His method was not to directly refine the golden elixir, but to first connect with the three-legged cauldron mountain in the underworld.

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The first level of the underworld, 88 rings, outside city number 10086:

One after another, ghosts and gods, carrying banners, led an endless array of monsters, followed by a wealthy landlord, and marched in a grand procession straight towards the Three-Legged Cauldron Mountain.

This is their sixth attempt to besiege the Three-Legged Cauldron Mountain.

The first time, the landlord, a rich and powerful ghost, led a group of ghosts there.

Before they even reached the foot of the mountain, a giant hand descended from the sky and snatched away more than half of the ghosts.

The landlord fled back and appealed to the city lord's mansion, whereupon he also begged some ghosts and monsters to launch another campaign.

As a result, many soldiers were also captured on the second floor.

After several such incidents, the city lord was furious and this time directly dispatched a large number of ghosts and spirits to lead the team: "Go, you must capture those wild ghosts and spirits."

Then, this group of ghosts and spirits came charging in.

When the spirits guarding the Three-Legged Cauldron Mountain saw the enemy approaching, they were initially delighted: "They're just a bunch of snacks."

"Guys, dinner's ready!"

However, when they saw the mountain-like ghosts and gods, they immediately shuddered.

"Why are there so many ghosts and spirits?"

"It's just a run-down hill, why bother arranging so many ghosts and spirits here?"

"Is that city lord out of his mind?"

The ghosts and spirits of City 95 were filled with resentment and fear.

If it were a one-on-one fight, they would not fear the ghosts and gods of City 10086.

However, this time the enemy brought too many ghosts and spirits. Even if each of them could fight three against one, it wouldn't be enough for the enemy to take.

Moreover, they can't even take on three opponents at once.

"Run away!"

"If we don't escape now, we might miss our chance."

A ghost muttered, "No, we can't escape!"

"If we escape, Master Sahua will deal with us."

A ghostly being sneered, "He's just a mere Purple Mansion cultivator; we could kill him with a single finger."

"What can he use to deal with us?"

Snapped!

A ghost or spirit slapped him hard across the face: "Fool!"

"Master Sprinkling Flowers can summon the [Heavenly Patrol Treasure]."

"If a single celestial patrol artifact strikes, we're doomed."

The other spirits and deities were anxious: "What should we do?"

The clever fellow's eyes darted around: "We've embezzled so much jewelry and money, why don't we just run away!"

"Wouldn't it be better to cross the 88th Ring Road, go to the 10th Ring Road, or even go to the capital and enjoy a life of luxury?"

"Why should I still work for him?"

Snapped!

Then another ghost slapped him: "Fool!"

"The capital city is vast, and living here is not easy."

"Then let's go to the countryside."

Snapped!

"The countryside is a poor, remote place; you'd eat dirt if you went there!"

"What should we do?"

"Let's hold on, fight the local ghosts and spirits, and then go back to see Lord Scattering Flowers with our wounds."

"Then we'll say that the local spirits are immoral, taking the money and not doing anything."

"Let the local ghosts and spirits take the blame."

Upon hearing this, the other ghosts and spirits' eyes lit up: "That's right, there are many ghosts and spirits here, and they're all big and burly, looking like they don't have brains. They're perfect for taking the blame."

Thinking of this, the group of ghosts and spirits howled and charged at the local ghosts and spirits with their weapons.

The local spirits were stunned.

They looked at their own companions, then at the oncoming ghost number 95, completely bewildered.

"We have so many spirits and deities, how many of them are there?"

"Instead of running away, they dare to charge?"

"Brothers, grab your weapons and kill them!"

Whoosh!

A group of ghosts and spirits howled and charged forward, some carrying spiked clubs and others wielding maces.

Many ghosts and monsters also howled and wailed.

Like a torrent, they rushed onto the ghosts and spirits, some waving flags and shouting, some guarding vital points, and some baring their teeth, preparing to take the opportunity to jump onto Ghost No. 95 and drink the blood of their enemies.

The landlord even grabbed a horn and blew it loudly.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

As the mournful bugle call sounded, the landlord, with tears in his eyes, excitedly shouted, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"