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

Qinghe's heart was tingling for only a breath before returning to normal.

Because she also saw the greasy senior female students.

She looked at herself, then chuckled, "Fugui, what happened to you? How did you manage to get everyone like this?"

At this moment, Wang Quan also realized that Qing He was no ordinary person, and that she was very likely a future cultivator.

"I just glanced at the diary."

The new abbot coughed and asked, "Tell me, what did you see in the diary?"

Wang Quan sighed, "I have seen death!"

The new abbot........

At this moment, the many childhood sweethearts, great friends, and Taoist priests said in deep voices, "Fugui, what did you see?"

Wang Quan turned around, his mind filled with images of various abbots determined to kill Wang Ming. He thought of the erased name of the "General Principles of the Left Path," and of the many old abbots whose fates had been sealed. He seemed to understand something:

"I saw the masters of ancient times, and I saw the future."

"They know that Wang Ming is a menace now."

"They'll do anything to kill Wang Ming!"

"Everyone, we must fulfill the wishes of our predecessors."

"Wang Ming must die!"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

However, Wang Quan became excited at this moment: "Everyone, the previous abbots did not have the ability to kill Wang Ming."

"But things are different now."

"We have plenty of ways to kill Wang Ming, even a hundred ways."

"Master, if you help me, we can easily kill Wang Ming."

"At that time...we will have fulfilled the wishes of our predecessors."

"Who knows? Perhaps those who came before us, seeing how hard we worked, would come back to life and praise us!"

Everyone... was tempted.

Everyone looked at the new abbot.

The new abbot remained silent, his expression shifting between ferocious and benevolent.

Finally, he squatted down, buried his face in his hands, and cried, "I can't do it!"

"Every time I think about killing Wang Ming, I feel like I'm doing something wrong."

"Wang Ming should be the savior of this world."

"If we kill him..."

Wang Quan laughed: "So if a weakling can save the world, then those of us who kill him can also save the world."

The new abbot suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, saying, "But if we kill him now, the great terror hidden within him will be revived."

"We can't kill him. We have to wait until he's sixteen and start his cultivation."

Wang Quan laughed: "Alright, there are still two years left, I can wait."

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"There are still two years left, I can wait."

In the solitary confinement cell, Wang Ming muttered to himself.

The butcher, impaled by his hair and hanging behind him, stared at the twisted creature before him with utter despair.

He is now under control; he cannot even speak when facing the monarchy, let alone ask for help.

"If I revealed my identity as a future cultivator, Wang Quan would surely do everything in his power to save me!"

"After all, one more person means one more source of strength!"

"Unfortunately, I didn't have a chance to say my name, so he doesn't know who I am."

"What a pity."

"In two more years, this historical anchor point will be ready for cultivation."

"Wang Quan, I hope you will do your best to kill him within the next two years."

"Now is the best time to kill him."

"Two years from now, this monster will begin its cultivation, and we'll all probably be dead."

The thought of death sent a shiver down his spine.

Being targeted and killed by historical anchors once will result in the loss of a portion of one's memories.

Then they repeat these historical fragments over and over again, eventually forgetting everything, becoming indigenous people, and forever sinking into oblivion.

The thought of this made him shudder with fear.

Wang Ming turned his head and said excitedly, "Senior, are you excited about the greatness that is about to be mine?"

"Rest assured, in two years, my glory will shine upon the world."

"And I will not keep this glory to myself."

"Senior, you also deserve to be a part of the glory."

Pooh!

The butcher wanted to curse, but all he could say was a string of "ah-ba-ah-ah" sounds.

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The black bird flies and the rabbit runs:

Days passed, and Wang Quan waited, Qing He waited, and the new abbot, along with a group of Taoist priests, waited anxiously.

They waited until Wang Ming was sixteen.

Wang Ming was also waiting.

Over the years, he used his authority to manipulate the horizontal beam carrying the Spirit Gourd towards his solitary confinement cell.

He wanted to use the gourd.

As a result, every time the gourd was about to be delivered to the door, Wang Quan would cut the wood and take it back to its original place.

This enraged Wang Ming to the point of fury: "Wang Quan, you scoundrel, you just wait! The day I can cultivate, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Wang Quan mocked, "I've been cultivating for longer than you!"

"And every day they'll blow all sorts of winds on you."

"I am getting stronger every day, while you are not only not getting stronger, but you are also getting weaker."

"When you are able to cultivate, that will be your death day."

The manipulated butcher nodded vigorously: "Wang Quan is right."

Wang Ming laughed loudly, "Senior, did you hear that?!"

Even when the opponent has an overwhelming advantage, they still fear and are afraid of me!

"He'll be dead the moment I turn sixteen!"

The butcher was dumbfounded and bewildered.

You're in such a miserable state, how can you still brag like this?

The new abbot stopped delivering meals to Wang Ming, and the responsibility of delivering meals fell to Wang Quan.

Wang Quan carried a bucket over.

Wang Ming peered through the crack in the door, watching the green liquid in the bucket churn and occasionally burst into clusters of green bubbles.

At the same time, a foul stench swept in with the wind.

He saw Wang Quan soak the food in a wooden bucket before taking it out.

These foods, so green, exude an ominous aura.

Even more terrifying, the king also unleashed countless strands of divine wind.

The various divine winds of the three flavors transformed into various wind-drill foods that are unhealthy for the body.

As soon as he takes a bite, these winds penetrate his body, dissolving his internal organs, muscles, bones, and flesh.

What's even more hateful is:

The king even added thumb-sized pieces of sand and gravel to the food.

Seeing this, Wang Ming was not angry at all. Instead, he laughed loudly and said, "I have a senior to help me. This little bit of poison and impurities is no big deal to me."

As he spoke, he said to the butcher, "Sir, look how afraid he is of me!"

"He tried every means to scheme against me, but I ignored his schemes."

"Because I am the master of this world."

Wang Ming ate the food prepared by Wang Quan with great pride.

He had only taken a couple of bites when his back molar was knocked out by a stone.

pat!

The molar fell out.

The toxins took effect, and Wang Ming vomited blood.

"Senior, save me!"

The butcher sneered and didn't move an inch.

In the next instant, he uncontrollably unleashed the Sandstorm spell, which, under the distortion of his powers, transformed into a healing spell and landed on Wang Ming.

For a moment, he seemed to be feeling a bit better.

Days passed by like this.

Wang Quan devised various ways to prepare food for his trusted confidant, Wang Ming.

The sand and gravel were just the foundation trench; the gold syrup and iron balls were the daily operations. As for the poison, it was given to Wang Ming as if it were water.

"Xiaoming, eat and drink more."

"Once you've eaten and drunk your fill, you'll be crippled and become a sickly wretch."

"When the time comes, I'll slap you across the face and see how you try to stop me!"