Cultivation: Tax Evasion!

Ren Qing had just formed this thought when he noticed his clothing also beginning to change, gradually resembling the form of a Daoist robe.

However, compared to the students' white garments, his Daoist robe was black.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

He looked around the Daoist dojo, details of every part came into view this was absolutely not something an ordinary technique could construct.

What shocked Ren Qing most was that, faintly, he could perceive that outside the dojo was another realm entirely.

It seemed like a lake, or perhaps a magnified pond.

But the pond was utterly desolate, the stagnant water a dark green, with a large number of massive corpses of indiscernible appearance floating atop it...

The sky was even shattered like a mirror.

It gave the feeling of building a Daoist dojo inside a spiral shell.

An incredible sensation welled up in Ren Qing's heart.

He subconsciously reached out to touch the ground, and instantly his face changed drastically.

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[Age: 1134]

[Remaining lifespan: 5 years]

[Technique: Dao Dao Dao (Dao of Non-Action Dojo)???]

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[Dao Dao Dao was created by the Heavenly Dao Child. Cultivation requires three Heavenly Dao Eggs to respectively replace the positions of the brain, the left lung, and the heart, only then, if undying, can one complete the cultivation.]

Ren Qing narrowed his eyes.

Who would have thought this place was something akin to Avici Hell, formed by the technique of a powerful being.

Dao Gives Birth to Dao should be the key to entry and exit.

But compared to Avici Hell, the Dao of Non-Action Dojo was already nearing collapse, only five years remained.

Could it be that Xiangxiang housed a force rivaling the Restraint Officers' Hall?

No, from the action of the blind Daoist preaching even to ordinary people, the Restraint Officers' Hall would definitely have noticed if it had persisted for a long time.

This implied the blind Daoist likely only arrived in Xiangxiang recently...

Just from looking at the realm outside the dojo, the Dao of Non-Action Dojo was likely already destroyed, and the blind Daoist might be a survivor from somewhere else?

As Ren Qing remained stunned for a moment, the students' expressions turned fanatical.

They knelt on their meditation cushions, calling out "Dao of Non-Action," their voices deafening.

Meanwhile, Ren Qing's main body remained in the examination hall. The students there were writing furiously, showing not the slightest sign of any influence from the Dao of Non-Action Dojo.

The soul fragment hesitated for a long time. Seeing this, it slowly walked toward the center of the dojo.

As it approached the lecture platform, a faint scent of sandalwood began to drift through the air.

Ren Qing's mouth uncontrollably muttered neurotically to himself. The students responded in unison with "Dao Gives Birth to Dao, Dao of Non-Action."

The soul fragment could indeed leave the Dao of Non-Action Dojo with ease, but he wanted to figure out the situation and also locate the Dao of Non-Action cultivator hiding inside the Qinghe Examination Yard.

Once he sat cross-legged on the jade meditation cushion, the atmosphere became even more frenzied.

"What is Dao!!"

"What is Dao!!!"

"What is Dao!!!!"

Ren Qing's ears buzzed. In a daze, a Dao Attendant suddenly appeared at his side, joining in the students' shouts with a crazed expression.

This Dao Attendant should be the cultivator who dragged him into the Dao of Non-Action Dojo.

Everything around was steeped in grotesquery.

The Dao Attendant opened his mouth and said: "Bestow the Dao Book, grant three periods."

As soon as he spoke, in front of each person grew a table of flesh and blood, upon which rested a bamboo scroll pieced together from white bones.

Ren Qing tried to move, but found himself seemingly stuck to the cushion, unable to leave again even as a soul fragment.

Fortunately, even if the soul fragment were damaged, it wouldn't significantly affect the main soul.

The students began reading the bamboo scrolls in front of them, voicing their admiration aloud.

The Dao Attendant looked on with satisfaction, though his eyeball accidentally fell out and he quickly picked it up and stuffed it back into his eye socket.

Ren Qing hesitated for a moment, then opened his bamboo scroll.

Worst case, the soul fragment would be destroyed. He wanted to see what was actually recorded in the Dao Book, surely it couldn't be real techniques?

To his surprise, the bamboo scroll's contents were utterly baffling, all of it involved cultivating techniques at grotesquely exaggerated costs.

It was no different from the mad ramblings of the corpse-hound souls inside the Restraint Officers' Hall.

Moreover, the information stream gave no prompts, indicating it was utterly useless.

Seeing this, Ren Qing's main body began quietly searching throughout the Qinghe Examination Yard.

Two hours quickly passed. He had confirmed that all two hundred-plus examinees were ordinary people, but still hadn't discovered anything.

The Dao of Non-Action Dojo then began to change.

The Dao Attendant shouted loudly: "Two hours have passed, are there any cultivation questions?"

The students began discussing among themselves. One of them suddenly spoke up: "Dao Officer, how does one cultivate the Filthy Flesh Body?"

Countless gazes turned toward Ren Qing.

Ren Qing didn't respond, and the students began shouting again. To buy time, he had no choice but to babble nonsense.

"Eat more vegetables, eat less meat. Hmm. Exercise daily..."

Crack. crack.. crack...

Cracks spread across the walls. The three statues of the Dao Ancestors began to crumble, with powdered dust falling like raindrops.

Ren Qing didn't even notice that the hand of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable had already fallen off to who knows where.

Left with no choice, Ren Qing fabricated nonsense: "Swallow thirty-six human hearts daily. Once your blood and energy flow backward, the Filthy Land Body will be complete."

A new bamboo scroll appeared in front of him, its cover boldly inscribed: "Pure Yang Filthless Method." The contents were exactly the nonsense he had just spoken aloud.

"So that's how it is."

The student was suddenly enlightened and sliced open his chest and abdomen, taking out his own heart.

He then shouted loudly: "Fellow Daoists, only thirty-five hearts remain. Would anyone be willing to give theirs to me?"

The Dao Attendant nodded slightly. "No need. Within the Daoist dojo, cultivation resources are naturally available for practicing Immortal Techniques."

"This is fucking insane..."

Ren Qing could never have anticipated such a turn of events. His main body immediately entered full alert, his Abnormal Mouth on the verge of spitting out the Dragon-Snake Spine at any moment.

In the Qinghe Examination Yard, only the uniform rustling of brush against paper could be heard.

Ren Qing furrowed his brows, and using his Restraint Officer authority, began searching freely. He quickly found the student who had removed his own heart inside the dojo.

That person was still writing furiously, without the slightest sign of abnormality.

The student noticed Ren Qing and cautiously asked, "My lord, have I done something wrong?"

"Is your body feeling unwell?"

"How could it... uh."

Suddenly, he clutched his chest, then collapsed to the ground with an ashen face, his chest rising and falling as he struggled with his limbs.

Clerk Zhao, who rushed over, asked in a panic, "What's going on?!"

"You all leave."

Since a Restraint Officer had spoken, Clerk Zhao and the others naturally left the room on weak legs.

Under Ren Qing's watchful eye, the student's abdomen gradually swelled. His throat issued grotesque gurgling sounds.

Ren Qing stepped forward to make contact. The information stream now displayed an additional technique: "Dao Gives Birth to Dao (Incomplete)"-it seemed to be undergoing some sort of mutation.

Before he could examine it closely, the student's belly split open.

Inside the stomach were crammed over a dozen hearts, some still slick with fresh blood, appearing to have been harvested not long ago.

And within the Dao of Non-Action Dojo where the soul fragment remained..

The cushion where that student had sat was now vacant. The others were still howling "What is Dao" at the top of their lungs, almost deafening.

Ren Qing narrowed his eyes. Right now, only one thing could be confirmed.

The Dao of Non-Action Dojo was very likely already destroyed.

Otherwise, such absurdities wouldn't be happening.

The preaching was more likely the insane obsession of the blind Daoist after his collapse into madness, which had caused this bizarre and eerie spectacle.

Once again, a voice rang out beside the soul fragment's ears: "Dao Officer, please grant us another Daoist method!!"