It took a full quarter of an hour of explaining the magic treasure's function in ordinary language before these cultivators understood.
This left Wang Quan rather rueful. "When you have time on your hands, you really ought to study more Daoist scriptures!"
"Daoist scriptures are the true path!"
The cultivators laughed sheepishly. "Senior, our sect only has three thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures!"
Wang Quan fell silent for a moment. "Are there any lower courts of unorthodox schools or the Orthodox Mystic Sects nearby?"
"Go study at those lower courts."
"Or go learn at the Immortal-Tutoring Bureau?"
The cultivator leading them hesitated. "Senior, are Daoist scriptures really that important?"
Wang Quan laughed. "Daoist scriptures contain Dao language!"
"If you had understood Dao language just now, you would have needed only a few words of it to control this magic treasure blank!"
"But since you don't know Dao language, you'll have to pay a hefty price!"
The cultivators did not care very much.
Wang Quan did not continue trying to persuade them, either, and instead asked casually, "Which sect are you from?"
The lead cultivator said, "We're cultivators of the Mountain Reliance Sect."
"Our Mountain Reliance Sect..."
Wang Quan waved a hand. "You don't need to explain what your Mountain Reliance Sect is like."
"I might ask you to help me with something in the future. Just remember to do one thing for me!"
The lead cultivator nodded. "Senior, rest assured. When the time comes, we'll definitely get it done properly!"
"If we die, we'll also tell our disciples about this."
Wang Quan nodded.
He made a token and split it in two, with each side keeping one half.
"Everyone, the mountains are high and the rivers run long. Someday, we shall meet again."
"Farewell!"
The next second, Wang Quan's flesh-and-blood