There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

The outskirts of Qianmuguan Square.

On top of a giant mountain blocked off from the outside world by steep cliffs, Leng Kezhen, who was in charge of the internal security of Qianmu Temple during this period, stared in the direction of the square in a rare trance.

The square is very large, but only a small number of people can enter the square now. The heads and disciples of most other sects are waiting respectfully outside the square, waiting for today's protagonist to officially take over the southern cultivation world, and then go up to the square to pay homage to him.

When Wang Ping's voice resounded inside and outside Qianmu Temple, Leng Kezhen could not help but retract his gaze, lowered his head and listened carefully.

At this moment, Qianmu Temple became extremely quiet inside and outside, with only the sound of Wang Ping chanting prayers echoing.

A quarter of an hour later, there was complete silence inside and outside Qianmu Temple. Even the sound of Wang Ping chanting prayers disappeared, but no one dared to move at this time.

The silent atmosphere lasted for more than ten breaths. Then a bright ray of light broke through the clouds in the sky, penetrated the outer barrier and magic circle of Qianmu Temple, and fell above the altar. Then a figure wearing a blue Taoist robe with wide sleeves, a white jade crown on his head, and holding a whisk in his hand appeared.

It was Yuanwu Zhenjun who came in person. He was floating above the altar and looked around. At this moment, everyone could feel his presence, but no one dared to look up and meet his gaze, including Wang Ping and Ao Hong who were at the front.

He gently stroked the long black beard on his chest, flicked the whisk in his arms, and his eyes fell on Wang Ping. He said, "Now there is a monk named Changqing from Qianmu Temple. After more than 500 years of cultivation, he has achieved the right result. He is specially granted the title of Lord of the Mansion and shares the incense with the gods of heaven and earth!"

It's a very simple sentence, but the weight it represents is not simple.

After Yuanwu Zhenjun conferred the title on Wang Ping, he did not leave immediately. He looked around and said, "Why don't you pay homage to the new Lord of the Mansion!"

Ruan Chunzi, who was at the front, immediately bowed and shouted, "Greetings to Yuanwu Zhenjun, greetings to Changqing Mansion Lord, and greetings to the Seventh Prince!"

Afterwards, all three seats in the square immediately repeated Ruan Chunzi's words: "Greetings to Yuanwu Zhenjun, greetings to Changqing Mansion Lord, and greetings to the Seventh Prince!"

Next came the monks who had come to watch the ceremony from around the square. Some of them even knelt and bowed, repeating the words that were echoing in their ears.

Yuanwu Zhenjun had disappeared amid their shouts.

At this time, a monk in charge of sacrificial rituals in the Taoist Temple walked carefully to the front of the altar and whispered a few words in Shen Xiaozhu's ear. Then, Shen Xiaozhu stepped onto the altar, clasped his fists towards Wang Ping and said, "Master, according to the procedures of the ceremony, you should now accept the worship of the heads and monks of various sects."

"it is good!"

After Wang Ping agreed, Shen Xiaozhu walked down from the altar immediately, then whispered a few words with Liu Shuang below, and walked out of the square under the gaze of hundreds of Taoist Palace Third Seats around.

At the east entrance of the square, Shen Xiaozhu stood still and took a list handed over by the monk in charge of sacrificial rituals at the Taoist temple next to him, and chanted: "The sacrificial ceremony is over, the leaders of each sect come forward to pay homage to the new Lord..."

After a bunch of opening remarks, Shen Xiaozhu shouted to the roster: "Six Heart Sect, Sanhe Temple, Pingdong Gate..."

At least two people will come out immediately from the sect that is called. The representatives of the Six Hearts Sect are Hong Yuan and Tong Jing. The representatives of the Sanhe Temple are Guangxuan's two disciples Lin Chen and Huimin. Guangxuan himself is already in a state of seclusion. The representatives of the Pingdong Sect are Wen Hai and Li Lin's direct disciple Li Pei.

Wen Hai listened to the names of various sects surrounding him. When he climbed the steps to the entrance of the square, the feel of his feet and the breeze on his face told him that he was in reality. At this moment, he was filled with gratitude.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but suddenly he heard a shout while he was lost in thought: "Stop!"

He subconsciously stopped, and the thoughts in his mind suddenly dissipated. Only then did he realize that there were hundreds of people following him, and he seemed very small among the hundreds of people. Just as he was stunned, someone walked quickly to his left. It was a monk wearing a dark blue Taoist robe. As he walked, he repeated, "Stand still, remember the worship process rehearsed yesterday!"

On the south side of the square, hundreds of painters are recording this moment. A giant scroll about three meters long is quickly taking shape, recording the most glorious moment of this Dharma Assembly.

On top of the altar, Ao Hong looked at the densely packed cultivators below, the lowest of whom were cultivators of the second realm, and said to Wang Ping beside him with a smile: "When I drive away my third brother one day, I will ask the Dragon Lord for the title of a lord of the mansion, and then I will hold a ceremony like this."

Wang Ping kept smiling and did not chat with Ao Hong, because at this moment there were many three seats below who were quietly looking at him. Most of these three seats were from the north and did not have much conflict of interest with Wang Ping, so they had fewer concerns.

Yu Lian would look at everyone who intended to spy on Wang Ping. Those people might sense the fierceness in Yu Lian's eyes, and would unconsciously lower their heads when they met Yu Lian's gaze.

"I say, fellow Taoist, there is no need to be so serious. These people are just..."

"Fellow Daoist, there are some things that can be done but cannot be spoken out. Don't you even understand this principle?"

Wang Ping used the wood spirit to isolate the content of the two people's conversation and also distorted the changes in their lips when they spoke.

Ao Hong thought for a moment and said, "Someone warned me about this before, but I never took it seriously. I am the son of Lord Long who has reached the fourth realm. Even if I offend Lord Yuanwu, he wouldn't dare to touch me!"

Wang Ping was really tired of talking to the Dragon King's seventh son, but perhaps it was his character that allowed him to advance to the fourth realm, so he thought for a moment and said, "If you want to defeat the Third Prince, you must learn these!"

Ao Hong fell into deep thought after hearing this.

At this time, all the sect representatives who came to watch the ceremony stood in the positions they had rehearsed in advance, and under the leadership of some etiquette officers, they shouted: "Greetings to Lord Changqing, Lord of the Palace, may you live long and well!"

They all performed the disciple ceremony, because from this moment on, Wang Ping was the forefather of the entire southern cultivation world.

"The Tao gives birth to it, virtue nurtures it, things shape it, momentum makes it happen, so all things respect the Tao and value virtue... The Tao is respected, virtue is valued, no one commands it but it always happens naturally... Therefore, the Tao gives birth to it, virtue nurtures it, grows it, nourishes it, protects it, nourishes it and covers it... To give birth without possessing it, to act without relying on it, to grow without ruling it, this is called mysterious virtue."

Wang Ping used the words of the saints in his previous life to teach everyone and then warned: "It is not easy for you to practice, so you must guard against arrogance and impatience, and do not violate the order of the Taoist Palace."

After that, he looked at Ao Hong beside him and called out, "Let's continue the chess game we just played?"

Ao Hong woke up from his contemplation and nodded subconsciously.

Then, the two disappeared into thin air.

When the two appeared again, they were in a pavilion at the edge of the garden on the top of the mountain. There was a chessboard in the middle of the pavilion, with a half-finished chess piece on the board.

Ao Hong picked up a wine glass next to the chessboard, drank the wine inside, and responded to the topic just now: "You are right, my third brother is too good at winning people's hearts, so I can't suppress his arrogance. From now on, I have to change my strategy."

Wang Ping sat on the left side of the chessboard and took out the second seat communication token. From the moment he officially took over the title of Lord of the Mansion, the token had been continuously transmitting energy fluctuations to his soul consciousness.

It was the congratulations from the other two seats. Lord Rongyang was the first to send congratulations, and he also mentioned that there would be a regular meeting of the two seats at 15:15 tonight. (End of this chapter)