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

The black bird flies and the rabbit runs:

Spring comes, winter comes, and spring comes again.

As Xiaoming's sixteenth birthday drew closer, the entire Qingfeng Temple became lively.

Early in the morning, Qinghe, along with a group of childhood sweethearts, happily headed straight for the butcher shop.

Although the butcher was trapped by Xiaoming, Qinghe found a new butcher to slaughter the pigs.

"Slaughter two pigs and send them to Qingfeng Temple three days later. We're going to have a big feast."

"Okay!"

"Slaughter ten sheep and send them over together!"

"no problem!"

Qinghe led her people through the decaying town, asking one shop for beef and mutton, another for honey; they also wanted silks, satins, tables, chairs, and benches.

Finally, they even went to a dye house and asked them to dye ten miles of red cloth.

A twisted, decaying resident asked Qinghe, "Is someone at Qingfeng Temple getting married?"

Qinghe's lips twitched, and she sighed, "The abbot is dying soon, and the new abbot who is about to ascend the throne should decorate with lanterns and colorful decorations to celebrate."

Upon hearing this, many residents suddenly realized: "Is it that the wealthy lord is about to ascend the throne?"

"We've been eagerly awaiting the ascension of the wealthy lord!"

"The old abbot should have died long ago."

"Do you want to play trumpets and bang drums? We'll come over for free to celebrate with the wealthy gentleman."

Qinghe considered Wang Quan's style of thinking and nodded, saying, "Yes, we must go!"

"Oh, and we also need to cut some red flowers to scatter all over the sky later."

"Okay, make a lot more, and pay me enough."

Many residents smiled and said, "We don't want money, we just want the wealthy gentleman to become the abbot as soon as possible."

In the past two years, the new abbot has experienced both physical and mental health issues, and most matters, both major and minor, within the temple have been handled by Wang Quan.

With a wave of his hand, Wang Quan ordered the Taoist temple to purchase large amounts of resources every day.

Beef and mutton, gold, silver, copper, iron, charcoal, ice, and charcoal are all indispensable.

This made the townspeople extremely happy.

The more resources Qingfeng Temple purchases, the more they earn.

Moreover, in the past two years, Qingfeng Temple has invited many residents to work in the temple, either building bunkers or polishing boulders.

In short, they followed Qingfeng Temple and ate a very oily and juicy meal.

And all of this was dominated by royal power.

Therefore, they naturally hoped that the monarchy would truly take over.

Many people even talk about it every day: When will the current abbot die?

Qinghe walked and stopped, eventually arriving at the coffin shop.

With a wave of her small hand, she said with considerable authority, "The wealthy gentleman desires a coffin made of Phoebe zhennan wood."

"Three days later, send him to Qingfeng Temple."

The coffin shop owner exclaimed with delight, "That's wonderful!"

"I've been waiting for this day for so long!"

"The old abbot ascends to heaven, and the wealthy lord ascends the throne!"

"Qingfeng Temple will surely achieve great things!"

Qinghe rolled her eyes.

brilliant?

He is going to lead you to the end, to death!

Five days later:

Wang Ming was sixteen years old, and according to history, he was to begin his spiritual practice.

Three days later, everyone will eat and drink to their hearts' content, conserve their energy, and prepare to fight Xiaoming.

Five days later, whether Wang Quan could kill Xiao Ming or not, it was all over for the local natives.

This historical fragment is unique; all the beings here have decayed and no longer resemble humans.

Once the dust settles, the beings here will either continue their cycle of reincarnation under Wang Ming's control, or they will be reduced to ashes.

That day, Qinghe bought a lot of things and delivered them to Qingfeng Temple in a grand procession.

When she returned to Qingfeng Temple, she saw that one after another, fortified bunkers had sprung up.

The bunker contained powerful bows and arrows, as well as oil and boulders.

With a single command, the bunker can unleash a massive barrage of attacks on the designated location, annihilating the enemy.

"Will these things be useful to that monster?"

Qinghe shook her head and went to see Wang Quan.

The king now occupies the main hall of Qingfeng Temple.

When she was still more than a hundred meters away from the main hall, she could hear gusts of wind.

call!call!call!

The wind howled, as if giants were breathing inside.

A massive amount of wind rushed into the main hall from all directions, and after a full cup of tea's time, gusts of wind emerged from the main hall once more.

These winds can be colorful or sinister.

The invisible wind transformed into tangible ribbons, like a hundred boats racing, or like giant snakes, dragons, and ferocious beasts, rushing headlong into the corner of the solitary confinement room.

Whoosh!

A black wind transformed into a dragon, baring its teeth, and rushed into the confinement room.

Then a red wind transformed into a fierce tiger, baring its fangs and claws as it charged forward.

Various types of wind rushed into the confinement room.

Inside, a piercing voice shouted: "Wang Quan, you extraterrestrial demon, you're about to die, and you're still struggling in your death throes?"

Inside the main hall, Wang Quan remained silent.

Instead, it sends out gusts of wind as a response.

call!call!call!

Strange and varied gusts of wind seeped into the solitary confinement room through cracks in the door, windows, and under the eaves, rushing into Wang Ming's body.

Wang Quan was not afraid; he simply shook the butcher, causing him to spray out streams of sand to heal his injuries.

The butcher is numb.

For the past two years, Wang Ming has been shaking him day and night, making him spray wind and sand, which then transforms into various healing techniques under the other party's Yingxue methods.

In the past two years, he felt like he was being completely drained.

"This is not the historical scene I wanted."

The butcher stared blankly at the rooftop, two lines of tears streaming down his face.

In his imagination, he either died a tragic death in battle or lost part of his memory in fragments of history.

In subsequent historical resetting, he used his astonishing willpower and unparalleled wisdom to leave clues on bones and skin.

No matter how many times she resets her memory, she will use these clues to challenge Wang Ming again.

His persistent and fearless deeds will be praised by all.

Even if, in the future, some future cultivators descend upon this land and see the diary he wrote on his bones and skin, they will follow the clues he left behind, ultimately killing Wang Ming, altering this historical event, and then spreading his legacy.

At that time, he was dead, and he had lost all his memories.

However, he will live forever in the hearts of people.

"Just thinking about it makes me a little excited and thrilled!"

"But...why is reality so cruel?"

"What I have now is merely a treasured anchor point in history."

"He shook me a few times, and I was about to unleash my healing spell to heal him."

"If I were to die in the future, I would surely be despised by the future prodigies and geniuses!"

"Will they point at my corpse and say—look, this is a lackey?"

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

"This is not the kind of reputation I want!"

"Sawass, kingship, kill me!"

He wanted to cry out for help.

When he opened his mouth, all that came out were unpleasant screams.

Wang Ming, the wise and virtuous one, smiled and said, "Senior, don't get excited, don't get agitated."

"Five days later, I broke through the barrier and killed that extraterrestrial demon with a single finger."

"When that time comes, glory will descend from heaven—and we will share it!"

The butcher looked up, at a 45-degree angle, at the rooftop, afraid that if he looked down, tears would fall.

There are four days left until Xiaoming turns sixteen:

Qinghe adjusted her state in the room, strategizing the various measures that should be prepared in a few days.