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

Ruo Jinghong pouted, "Looks like you guys have been living a miserable life following Ying Jiaren!"

"As long as you have Qingfu and the necessary materials, you can buy even the top-tier Golden Core cultivators."

The Golden Core cultivator rolled his eyes: "Top-tier Golden Core?"

"Heh, let alone top-tier Golden Cores, even genuine Golden Cores are something you can't buy no matter how much money you have."

"Well, unless you dig it yourself."

Ruo Jinghong was taken aback: "Even with money, you can't buy it?"

The golden pill nodded: "Not bad!"

"You think only those of us with Golden Cores have external Golden Cores? Those with Nascent Souls, Dharma Forms, and even cultivators in blessed lands all have external Golden Cores."

"Moreover, they are at a higher level, and they have far more cheat codes than we do."

"All the legitimate Golden Core pills have been looted by those old bastards."

Ruo Jinghong gritted her teeth: "What do a bunch of old geezers need so many golden cores for?"

"They should have external spirits and dharma forms attached to them!"

The Golden Core cultivator sneered, "The number of Primordial Spirit Dharma Forms is far too few compared to the number of Golden Cores."

"So many poor guys can only rely on external cheat codes."

Like a fleeting glimpse of beauty...

During their conversation, Meiniang released her pent-up desire.

Seeing Ying Jiaren using her charms to seduce the birth of the elves, and witnessing Wang Quan's dissolute behavior, her eyes immediately darted around.

She applied rouge and powder, then poured wine on her chest, and swayed toward the king:

"Good brother, I have plenty of wine."

"And it smells terrible!"

Looking at the pool of fine wine, Wang Quan momentarily forgot about Meiniang's past, his heart filled with a sense of unease.

However, before he could even think of anything, Ying Jiaren rushed over again and started punching and kicking Meiniang.

Mei Niang cried and sobbed, looking aggrieved: "My beauty, give me a chance to steal a fling."

"If you let me steal just once, I'll never steal again."

"This has become my obsession."

Ying Jiaren sneered: "You'd better die with this obsession."

Mei Niang...

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The monks only relaxed for half a day before the banquet ended.

None of us are teenagers anymore, nor are we just Qi Refiners who have just embarked on cultivation; we are Golden Core cultivators.

Putting Wu Zetian aside, the crowd no longer pursued the banquet, so it ended early.

If Jinghong, Meiniang, and the others return to the polar regions through the Underworld.

Only Ying Jiaren didn't leave.

The white-haired woman, holding Wang Quan's arm, dragged him around like a little girl.

The two traversed mountains and rivers, observing the 30,000 li transformed by the extraordinary phenomenon of the Golden Core.

He even returned to the lower house where he had drowned.

The two sat upright in the coffin-shaped dormitory, reminiscing about the events of the past.

She even accompanied Wang Quan to the No. 95 compound.

Today, No. 95 Courtyard is the most expensive residence in the area where the drowning occurred.

In particular, the residence of Fairy Qin was once sold for an astronomical price.

Her remaining clothes and stockings from back then have been collected.

When the two arrived at the entrance of No. 95 compound, they saw many spirits selling flower petals.

They tell everyone they meet that these were the flowers scattered by the Flower-Scattering Taoist priest back then.

Seeing this, Wang Quan sighed.

The two left the lower courtyard and entered the surrounding deep mountains.

The king looked at the place where the extraordinary monks were buried in the past.

There was something unusual here, which he suppressed using feng shui and the flow of the earth's veins.

He wanted to get rid of it completely this time he came back.

When they arrived at the destination, they discovered that the place had been repeatedly burned and refined by the true fire of the sun hundreds of times.

There wasn't a single abnormality, let alone anything unusual.

The entire Lishui Lower Courtyard, every place where something could possibly go wrong, was burned by the true fire of the sun.

Wang Quan liked it.

"Qian Xiuyue had never told me these things before."

Ying Jiaren chuckled lightly: "She wouldn't bother you with something so trivial."

The two continued their journey, venturing into places they had never been before and seeing landscapes they had never seen before.

Wang Quan made a floral crown for Ying Jiaren.

Ying Jiaren picked wild silkworms and spun a white silk ribbon for him, which she then tied to his long hair.

The two stepped onto the Nu River and watched its surging waters.

The two even wanted to trace the source of the Nu River.

As a result, the two traveled 30,000 li (approximately 15,000 kilometers) but still could not find the source.

"The Nu River is too long," Ying Jiaren sighed.

Wang Quan nodded: "Yes!"

"Let's go!"

"We'll study it later."

"No, if we leave this time, we might never come back!"

"I want to see the source of the Nu River."

It was rare for Ying Jiaren to be so stubborn in front of Wang Quan.

Wang Quan nodded: "Okay!"

"This time, we're not going to do anything else; we'll just trace the Nu River to its source and see just how long it really is!"

"Um!"

Ying Jiaren nodded vigorously, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

call out!call out!call out!

Seventy-two trails of dust roared over the Nu River, flanked by towering mountains that seemed to reach into the clouds.

High on the mountain, spirits diligently absorb the essence of the sun and moon, and gather the water essence of the waterfall to refine materials.

A monster was stirring up trouble, frightening ordinary people on the river, and demanding offerings and incense.

An unusual movement occurred in the river, stirring up a bloody storm.

However, these anomalies did not last long before they were eliminated by cultivators or powerful demons who maintained the incense offerings.

On the Nu River, there are many cultivators who collect river water to refine magical artifacts and even magical treasures.

The massive amount of river water, like a waterfall, surged into the sky and disappeared into the unfinished magical artifacts and implements.

Such massive consumption should have caused the Nu River to dry up.

Strangely, the downstream river water level remained unchanged, just like the upstream level.

Such a strange situation is unknown not only to Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren, but also to the cultivators on both sides of the Nu River.

Upon hearing the two's doubts, a powerful cultivator from a wild sect sighed and said, "When my father was a child, the Nu River was just as strange."

"My father's father was the same way when he was a child."

"My ancestors practiced asceticism in the Nujiang River region when they were young, and that's how it was."

"Our sect has been established for over 30,000 years, and countless geniuses have studied the mysteries of the Nu River, but we have made no discoveries."

"I see that you and your Daoist partner are both exceptionally talented. Why don't you stay in our sect? It would be better than being wild Golden Core cultivators."

Wang Quan smiled but simply shook his head.

Ying Jiaren said coldly, "I'm sorry, I come from the Drowning Path, and so does my Daoist partner."

Upon hearing this, the senior cultivator of the sect was filled with sorrow.

Damn, so it turns out I'm the wild monk all along.

call out!call out!

Wang Quan and his team continued tracing the source of the Nu River.

Along the way, they encountered many unorthodox sect temples built against the mountains, as well as some orthodox sect temples.

However, most of them are wild sects, or even sects built by monsters.

Whether they are wild sects or demon sects, they all hope to join the royal power when they encounter it.

However, Wang Quan refused them all.

Finally, they consulted these sects about their research on the Nu River.

These sects all say that the Nu River is strange. Although waterfalls gush from the high mountains on both sides, no matter how much water they draw from the river, which has already exceeded the amount of water drawn from the waterfalls, they still cannot reduce the amount of water in the river.

A cultivator from a sect laughed and said, "It is said that when a sect's patriarch founded the sect, he wanted to block the Nu River and then build a super mechanical dam to automatically forge magical artifacts and materials."

"As a result, the mechanical dam was built and blocked all the water."

"But behind the dam, water appeared out of nowhere."

Wang Quan asked curiously, "Is that mechanical dam still there? How far away is it from here?"

"It's not far now, just another 100,000 li and we'll see it."

Wang Quan became interested and pulled Ying Jiaren to continue their journey.

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