There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Zhenyang Mountain.

This magical area has experienced a hundred years of turmoil and is now barely stable. On the surface, it is under the jurisdiction of the Datong court, but in reality, except for the governor and the governor-general at the top, the counties and prefectures in the three regions are all controlled by local clans.

These big families had a lot of quotations for Juren in every imperial examination. They could become Juren masters directly through the imperial decree and then serve as the chief officials of various prefectures and counties.

To the north of the main peak of Zhenyang Mountain, there are more than a dozen county towns built on the mountain. Due to historical reasons, these county towns have some hatred for each other, so armed fights often occur, and every time the Single Blade Sect on Zhenyang Mountain has to step in to quell the incident.

The headquarters of Shandaomen is right in front of the golden statue of the former Lord Xiaoshan.

The originally magnificent statue had been destroyed in the turmoil more than a hundred years ago. The place where the golden statue was placed is now a huge reservoir, with mountain springs on both sides flowing down from the top of Zhenyang Mountain, which are considered the main water sources for this area.

Dandaomen is a small city surrounded by mountains and built around a reservoir. There are thousands of disciples in the city. Together with their families, the city has a population of nearly 50,000, making it one of the largest cities in the area. In order to feed so many people, there are continuous terraces near the mountain springs on both sides of the city.

Early this morning, the sound of the bell at the mountain gate echoed inside and outside the city. Afterwards, all the inner disciples of the entire sect gathered in the square in the center of the city. The new leader Qiu Qing personally went to the mountain gate to welcome a disciple wearing the Taoist robe of the Qianmu Temple inner sect into the meeting hall at the highest point in the city.

The disciple came in and stood beside the main seat, looking at Qiu Qing and asked, "Has the old Sect Master Qiu Wang returned?"

"Hasn't come back yet!"

Qiu Qing's expression was somewhat gloomy when he mentioned his master.

The disciples of Qianmu Temple did not show much expression after hearing this. They took out an invitation and bowed in the direction of Qianmu Temple, saying, "The old ancestor has come out of retreat on the 16th of this month. He has successfully advanced to the fourth realm and will officially take over the Southern Daoist tradition on September 16th. Grandmaster Liu Shuang specially invites you to attend the ceremony!"

"The ancestor has been promoted to the fourth realm?"

Qiu Qing looked shocked and a little bit unbelievable.

The disciples of Qianmu Temple looked at Qiu Qing with great pride, but they scolded him, "Is this true? Do you think it's impossible for the ancestor to succeed in the promotion?"

"Don't dare!"

Qiu Qinglian said he dared not.

The disciple of Qianmu Temple did not hold on to it. He carefully took out an invitation from his arms and handed it to Qiu Qing, saying, "You can do whatever you want with this invitation."

When Qiu Qing took the invitation, the disciple of Qianmu Temple said goodbye. He had several invitations to send out. Qiu Qing sent him to the mountain gate, and after returning, he went straight to the back mountain of the terraced fields south of the city.

There is an independent Taoist temple in the back mountain, which is where Leng Kezhen practices meditation.

When Qiu Qing entered the main hall of the Taoist temple, the first thing he did was to burn incense in front of a tablet placed in the main hall. This tablet was for Qiu Wang. Qiu Wang did not fail to come back, but he failed in promotion and died.

However, the situation in Zhenyang Mountain has been unstable in recent decades, and Qiu Qing did not dare to make the news public. Of course, the most important reason was Leng Kezhen's suggestion.

"Any good news?"

Leng Kezhen's voice came from the inner room, her tone was very cold.

Leng Qiu was delighted when he heard Leng Kezhen's voice. He clasped his fists towards the inner room and said, "In reply to Uncle Master, there is news from Qianmu Temple that our ancestor has successfully advanced to the fourth realm..."

Before he could finish his words, a strong wind blew in his face, and then Leng Kezhen appeared in front of him.

Leng Kezhen's momentum was like a rainbow at this moment, and the blood and energy in his body continued to emerge along with the heavy demonic energy. It was obvious that he had broken through to the third realm!
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Time flies. It's September in a blink of an eye.

The areas around Zhonghui City are busy planting the third season of rice each year. Carts are constantly coming and going. People look up from time to time while doing farm work because they always feel something is flying over their heads, but when they look up, they find nothing.

For the ceremony held in Qianmu Temple this time, Qigong practitioners were not even qualified to come to Zhonghui City. The incoming monks were qualified to watch, but were prohibited from flying in Zhonghui County. Only a few second-level monks were allowed to fly in the air. As for the third-level monks, there were no special regulations, but they did not dare to fly in the air at will.

Therefore, for ordinary people in Zhonghui City, they just feel that there are more outsiders after entering August. This is not a big deal for them, after all, there are many outsiders coming and going in Zhonghui City now.

Qianmuguan ascends to the fairy platform.

After Leng Kezhen brought Qiu Qing to hand over the invitation, he couldn't help but look at the people coming and going. He always felt that it was a bit unreal, because just now he glanced over and found at least two third-level cultivators, who were now registering here like ordinary people.

"Leng Qianhu!"

Suddenly, a strange yet familiar name sounded in his ears, and Leng Kezhen was unable to react for a moment.

When he looked in the direction of the voice, he saw a middle-aged man with a slender body, wearing a blue Taoist robe with narrow sleeves. He had thick hair, a long beard that reached his chest, and a black Taoist hat on his head.

Leng Kezhen's memory was instantly pulled back to the days when he was working on Mozhou Road. The information of the person in front of him suddenly became clear, because it was related to a case that left a deep impression on him. He still remembered everyone in this case clearly!

"Master Wen Hai!"

Leng Kezhen's heart, which had cooled down instantly, suddenly became enthusiastic again. She took the initiative to step forward and clasped her fists and said, "It's been a long time since we last met. I didn't expect to run into you here."

He knew that although the man in front of him did not get along with Changqing at first, he later became Changqing's disciple and was one of the earliest people to follow Changqing, so he needed to treat him politely.

"More than four hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. I still remember that every day after finishing my homework, I would go to the teahouse to drink tea and I would always see Qianhu. What was the name of that teahouse?"

Wen Hai was also very enthusiastic. While speaking, he made way for Leng Kezhen to go into the mountain gate, because the disciple who was waiting to receive her was already urging her.

"Qingjiang Teahouse!"

"Yes, I particularly like their old tea. I have never tasted that spice flavor since then."

"It really tasted good, but it's a pity that the teahouse was later destroyed!"

As the two of them were talking, they climbed the steps in front of the mountain gate. What they saw was not the familiar front hall square, but another immortal platform. The foundation-building disciple leading the way said, "From here, we can fly. Please follow me, seniors."

After the foundation-building disciple finished speaking, he rose into the sky. With the magic formation looming in the air, his figure quickly moved forward into the mountains in front of him.

At this moment, Qianmu Temple has changed greatly. The location of the dojo on the top of the mountain has become a towering mountain. The mountain contains a strong aura of earth veins, and it can be seen at first glance that there are earth spirit veins contained in it.

Passing through this mountain range, a rich spiritual energy hits you in the face, and the familiar Qianmu Mountain comes into view. It has become taller and bigger than before, with continuous forests nearby, echoing the four mountain ranges above the vast land.

This is the result of the transformation carried out by Wu Quan personally leading two other third-level earth vein cultivators in the past few months!

Soon, the two were led to a huge open-air square in the middle of five mountains. There were undulating mountains around the square, and there were countless pavilions and towers between the undulating mountains.

At this moment, a large hall in the north of the square was full of people. When Leng Kezhen landed, he saw an acquaintance. The other person also looked at him. He immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, Ninth Prince!"

It was Jiang Cun from Linshui Prefecture! (End of this chapter)