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

Xiao Ming, the wise and discerning, only wanted to be favored by the young master, and therefore looked down on the new abbot.

But just then, Wang Quan's unwilling shout came from afar: "Xiao Ming, I will come back."

"I watch you all day, and I watch you so much that you can't eat and you can't train successfully."

"I'll keep an eye on you at night, so you can't sleep and can't think straight."

"I'm watching you day and night, making you restless and causing you to fall into despair."

"I want you dead!"

Hearing Wang Quan's distant shouts, Wang Ming felt a chill run down his spine.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing all his thoughts, and then roared, "Wang Quan, I'm not afraid of you!"

"I'm really not afraid of you!"

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In the days that followed, Wang Quan's life became more structured.

He cultivated the Samadhi Divine Wind, nurtured his relationship with the girls, and then led them to unleash the Samadhi Divine Wind to assassinate Xiaoming.

Initially, he could only spray the [Bone-Corroding Wind].

Over time, he was able to spew out all sorts of bizarre winds, such as "meat-slicing wind," "skin-peeling wind," "gout wind," and "sad wind."

Because he lacked Daoist inscriptions, his cultivation speed was slow.

Because his magical power was insufficient, he could only release three to five strands of wind each time.

Although the quantity was small, he did it frequently.

He blows the wind day and night without stopping, and each type of wind has a different effect.

This only left Wang Ming secretly heartbroken.

Time flies like an arrow, and the days pass by one by one.

As time went by, Qinghe, a cultivator from the future, felt a mix of emotions as she watched Wang Quan grow rapidly every day: "This man is truly insane."

"What did he take as the anchor point in this historical fragment?"

As she watched Wang Quan nearly destroy Xiao Ming, a sense of unease arose in her heart: "If things continue like this, before I've even grown up or contributed anything, this anchor point will be dead."

"When the historical fragment ends, what will I get?"

She felt lost.

After a while, when she thought of Xiaoming's miserable state and Wang Quan, a crazy idea suddenly popped into her head: I want to help Xiaoming?

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The moment the thought crossed her mind, she slapped herself several times.

After a few slaps, his back molars were pulled out.

"What's wrong with you?"

Wang Quan, who was already thirteen years old and nearly three meters tall, passed by carrying two greasy senior sisters on his shoulders.

Seeing Qinghe self-harming, he quickly asked in a low voice, afraid that something might happen to the green plum.

Qinghe took a deep breath and explained her idea of ​​helping Xiaoming.

Wang Quan's expression turned serious: "Your idea is dangerous."

"But next time, don't slap yourself in the face. Just come to me directly. I have Feng Yue—【Clarity Wind】."

"This breeze is so refreshing, it can blow away all bad thoughts."

"It breaks my heart to see you slapping yourself like this."

At that moment, Qinghe felt a soft sensation in her heart.

"Where are you going?" she asked, unusually showing concern for Wang Quan.

Wang Quan laughed: "My two senior sisters are too greasy, so I'll take them to the lake to bathe."

The sweetness in Qinghe's heart vanished instantly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wang Quan carried his two senior sisters past the front yard, and when he left Qingfeng Temple, he was carrying four or five more senior sisters.

These female students all said they felt oily and sticky and needed to take a shower, and that it would be best if Wang Quan could help them scrub their bodies.

Wang Quan is kind-hearted and not good at refusing people, so he had no choice but to bring his senior sisters along.

Qinghe pouted, kicked the water vat next to her, and then called to a few of her younger sisters, "Sisters, come here, let's move the water vat."

This water vat contains some clean water, and its main function is to collect the treasures dripping from the [Spiritual Gourd] so that everyone in Qingfeng Temple except Xiaoming can drink from it.

Originally, the water vat was placed in the front yard, and the gourd was hung on a wooden frame, so there was no need to move it.

However, for some reason, the rootless wood began to grow, and it grew horizontally, extending continuously towards the backyard confinement room.

Qinghe and the others took axes, hammers, and other tools, smashed open the wall, and moved the water vat to the backyard.

Because the log with the gourd hanging on it has already been extended.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

From the gourd of spiritual charm, drops of fragrant liquid dripped out.

After drinking some, everyone felt refreshed and invigorated, and their spirits lifted.

Qinghe's tummy swelled slightly from drinking, then she rubbed it and said, "I need to start working hard too."

"In three more years, I'll be able to begin my cultivation!"

"Perhaps I can kill the historical anchor before the monarchy does."

Thinking of this, she skipped and jumped as she went to try her best.

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Qinghe is working hard, and the other future cultivators are working even harder.

One of these monks replaced a native known in history as the Butcher.

In normal history, this butcher would meet Wang Ming, a twelve-year-old confidant.

At that time, Wang Ming obtained the [Spirit Gourd], consumed its liquid to improve his foundation, and later bought meat. The butcher saw that he was thin and weak, and mocked him.

Historically, Wang Ming harbored resentment, and after he began his spiritual practice at the age of sixteen, the first person he killed was the butcher.

A monstrous cultivator from another world replaces the butcher and becomes a native, slaughtering pigs and selling meat.

When Wang Ming was twelve years old, he sharpened his knife, ready to kill the other party when they came to buy meat.

"When the time comes, I'll go in with a white knife and come out with a red one."

"I'll kill him in a minute."

"This chapter of history will end because of me!"

"I will get the biggest benefit."

Thinking of this, he chuckled to himself.

As a result, he waited all day, sharpening his knife, but instead of seeing the other party, he saw a muscular man passing by with a group of young Taoist nuns and priests carrying a gourd.

Watching the young Taoist nuns and monks chattering happily, he couldn't help but sigh, "Back then, I was just as happy."

"Youth is wonderful."

He carried a butcher's knife, gazing into the distance as if reminiscing about his lost youth.

However, he waited for many days but Wang Ming never came.

One day, the butcher discovered that he could cultivate himself.

However, after trying to cultivate, he discovered that he was not capable of mastering the methods of immortal cultivation in the future.

Somehow, he felt that he could only cultivate the skills found in this fragment of history.

"Is it because the historical anchor point hasn't yet been cultivated during this period?"

"Does historical fragmentation limit our methods?"

He couldn't figure it out, and then he got tired of thinking about it: "Well then, I'll use the methods of this world. I have a hundred ways to kill the historical anchor."

He decided to cultivate his magical powers first.

As a result, after a long period of effort, he finally found a spell: the spell passed down from Qingfeng Temple—the [Sandstorm Spell].

This magic was created by collecting and refining sand and wind.

Once released, a gust of sandstorm swept through, like a bolt of lightning or a beam of light, capable of slicing flesh and bones, and was extremely ferocious.

He practiced his magic while observing Qingfeng Temple.

Because he knew that Wang Ming was at Qingfeng Temple.

"Since Wang Ming isn't coming to me, I'll go after him and kill him."

Historically, he only began his spiritual practice at the age of sixteen.

"I just need to kill him before he turns sixteen."

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth turned up.

He cultivates himself, observes Qingfeng Temple, and slaughters pigs to maintain his persona.

As the sun flew by, his unease grew.

As he observed and compared, he discovered that ever since he was able to cultivate, Qingfeng Temple, and even the entire town, had become abnormal.

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