There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

The Spirit Snake Clan is very slow in doing things, mainly because they are too casual and unrestrained. Things that could be done in an hour will take them several days to complete.

Because if they think of something fun while doing something, they will put down what they are doing without hesitation and go play first, and they may even play until they forget that they have something to do!

However, Wang Ping did not urge them, because he felt that it would not be a bad thing to just stay quietly in the gray water pond for a while. He had plenty of time anyway, and there was nothing important to do at the moment.

Time passed slowly, and six years had passed before they knew it. Lan Yang had already led a small number of tribesmen to Sanhe Prefecture. In Sanhe Prefecture, Wang Ping had already arranged for Qianmu Temple's internal affairs to secretly provide support.

While Wang Ping was living a leisurely life, the situation on Haizhou Road became increasingly tense.

The origin of this matter dates back to five years ago.

five years ago.

That is, in the 143rd year of the Dao Palace calendar, the second year of Wang Ping's seclusion in the Gray Water Pond, a rumor spread among the southern cultivation world...

Rumor has it that in order to advance to the fourth realm, Zhigong Taoist arranged a geomantic formation on Yunque Mountain in Haizhou Road, which attracted the attention of true spirits from the four realms outside the domain, and soon this true spirit will descend into reality.

The Skylark Mountain on Haizhou Road is different from the Skylark Mountain in Dongzhou where Taoist Chongxing lives. It is a famous mountain in the spiritual world in southern Zhongzhou!

There are hundreds of Taoist temples and sects on the mountain. More than two hundred years ago, when Zhigong Taoist was in charge of the Southern Taoist Palace, he used an excuse to clear out the forces run by Xiu Yu in Haizhou Road, built a Taoist temple on Yunque Mountain, and integrated the forces of hundreds of sects.

After two hundred years, Skylark Mountain had become the private property of Zhigong Taoist, and it was also well-known in the southern cultivation world.

No one believed the rumor at first, but as time went on, even after the Lord of Liuyun Mansion expressed his concern, some third-level earth vein cultivators with ideas quietly sneaked into the Yunque City under Yunque Mountain.

A third-level cultivator in the human world almost represents a local force behind him. They call on their friends and try to find a way out, so the situation in Skylark City is now very complicated.

Two hundred miles south of Yunque City is a small county called Shanguang County, which has also been very lively in recent years. Many low-level earth vein cultivators have gathered here, hoping to take advantage of the upcoming battle.

Ordinary local people have made a lot of money in the past few years, but what they don’t know is that disaster is about to befall them.

In a quiet courtyard deep in a farm compound in the northern suburbs of Shanguang County, in a hidden isolation array, Wen Hai sat on a throne in the center of the yard, gazing at the sky to the north, where the Skylark Mountain was located.

Wen Hai was already looking quite old at this moment. Without taking any longevity elixirs, with his second level earth vein cultivation level, he would only have a few decades left to live.

"hehe…"

Suddenly he chuckled, and he seemed to be recalling something.

When people feel themselves getting old, they can't help but recall the past, those things that brought them happiness, sadness and resentment.

Wen Hai thought about his fight with Wang Ping and found himself a little funny, so he laughed out loud.

Hundreds of years really passed in a flash for him, and many things seemed to have happened just yesterday. For example, when he was sold to the Taiyin Sect by his master Xuanhe, the despair he felt was still deeply engraved in his mind!
The memories came to an abrupt end with the sound of footsteps. It was his apprentice Li Hui. This apprentice of his was also Wang Ping's puppet, but Wen Hai didn't know this. He only knew that he had a certain connection with Qianmu Guan. When he hid his identity and investigated Cheng Xi, it was his apprentice who secretly contacted Qianmu Guan.

"How's it going outside?"

Wen Hai took the initiative to ask.

Li Hui clasped his fists and said, "In reply to Master, it is still the same as before. We both maintain the most basic respect for each other, and no one has torn their faces apart yet."

Wen Hai nodded and then stopped talking.

Li Hui clasped his fists again and said, "Master, someone just knocked on the door and handed over his ID card. He is a disciple of Qianmu Temple."

"Please come in!"

Wen Hai stood up immediately.

Then, as he walked towards the gate of the courtyard and passed through a quiet corridor to the front yard, he subconsciously tidied his appearance before taking Li Hui into the hall.

Sitting on the side seat in the hall was a middle-aged man wearing linen clothes, with calloused hands. His hair was disheveled, his beard was dirty, and he looked like a tenant farmer.

When Wen Hai saw the man's expression, he immediately calmed down, straightened his expression, waved to the maid who was bowing her head at the door and said, "There is nothing for you to do here, go down."

"Yes, sir!"

After the maid left quickly, Wen Hai stepped forward and bowed, saying, "I don't know if you..."

The middle-aged man stood up, returned the greeting and interrupted, "I am a nobody, and I have been ordered to inform Taoist Master Wenhai that a conflict will soon break out in Yunquefu City. You need to rush to Shuanglin Town in the east as soon as possible. The Yang Mansion in the town is holding a birthday banquet. You can go there in the name of attending the birthday banquet. Here is the invitation!"

Wen Hai quickly took the invitation, then asked in confusion: "Why don't we go directly to Skylark City?"

A flash of sarcasm appeared on the face of the middle-aged man who looked like an old farmer, and then he said: "Those three-level cultivators in Yunque City are just turtles in a jar. Don't you want a three-level quota? Without their efforts, where would your three-level quota come from? Remember, don't get involved in the fight in Yunque City, otherwise you will be accused of 'disturbing spirituality' by the Dao Palace."

His words at the end already had a warning tone. After he finished speaking, he bowed to Wen Hai and walked towards the door. When he reached the door, he turned into a weathered old farmer again.

Wen Hai's forehead was already covered with cold sweat, as he knew too well the crime of 'disturbing spirituality'.

When he was wanted by the Taoist Temple, one of the charges was this. This charge could be big or small. If you have someone above you, at most you will have to face the wall for a few years and that's it. If there's no one and you happen to be caught in a trap, they can just throw you into an underground prison and use you as an energy supply for the Taoist Temple's barrier formation, and keep you locked up until you die.

"Master, what should we do now?"

"Do as he says and go to Shuanglin Town!"

“But we have been operating here for almost four years…”

"It's just a few farms. I will leave tonight. You stay here and pretend that I am still in the yard."

"Yes!"

Originally, Wen Hai thought that Qianmu Temple had agreed to help him get a place in the third realm this time so that when the third realm monks were fighting in Yunque Mountain, he could secretly take down the soul of one of the third realm monks from the side branch. However, he didn't expect that there was a bigger move behind this.

At this moment, he was secretly glad that he did not blindly plan this matter at that time, but chose to rely on Qianmu Temple.

...

Shuanglin Town.

An old town that relies on hunting in two old forests for its survival. The town is quite prosperous because the gentlemen from the nearby county town like the game and leather here.

The town was once bustling for a while because of the events in Skylark Mountain, but then it returned to calm because the low-level cultivators who came here found that transportation in the town was too troublesome. This was because the town was independently developed next to two old forests, and the roads going north and south did not pass through any county town.

Soon after Wen Hai entered the town as instructed by the internal affairs disciple of Qianmu Temple, he was attracted by several maids handing out eggs along the street. Hearing the discussion of the people nearby, he knew that it was because of the birthday of the old man in the Yang Mansion. The Yang family is a big family in the town. They started their business by relying on the leather business. The eldest son of the old man passed the imperial examination and his grandson passed the imperial examination. Now he is a chief official in the Ministry of Revenue.

A head of the Ministry of Revenue was just a small official in the capital, but he was a very important figure in this small place. The county magistrate had to be polite when he met the old man of the Yang family.

Look, today is my birthday, the county magistrates of the two surrounding counties have come in person, and the prefect has also sent gifts.

Wen Hai was dressed as a scholar. After handing in the invitation, he was invited to a corner. This seat was full of southern literati, but Wen Hai could clearly sense that each of them had some cultivation.

But no one broke their superficial efforts, so Wenhai just let things take their course.

Halfway through the banquet, Old Master Yang, supported by two young men, walked to the main door of the hall, sat down, and chatted with the guests.

At this time, a servant came over and stood near Wen Hai's table. He looked at Wen Hai and said, "Come with me. Lord Dong Can wants to see you."

"Yes!"

When Wen Hai heard the word "Dong Can", he felt relieved. Everyone else pretended not to hear the servant's words.

When the servant led Wen Hai through the corridor on the left side of the front yard and entered an archway, the noise of the banquet suddenly disappeared without a trace.

When a faint scent of sandalwood entered Wenhai's nostrils, he saw Dongcan next to the fish pond. Dongcan was sitting under a huge oil-paper umbrella, leaning against the fence of the observation deck, throwing fish food in his hand.

The servant stopped at the entrance of the arch, gestured for permission, and said, "Sir, please go through by yourself."

Wen Hai nodded, walked quickly along the path beside the fish pond, came up to Dong Can, clasped his fists and said, "Greetings, Senior."

Dong Can turned his head and glanced at Wen Hai indifferently, then pointed to the empty wooden bench next to him and said, "Sit down and talk. Also, don't call me senior. It makes me feel like I'm taking advantage of my age. You can just call me by my name. I'm not being polite to you."

"Yes!"

Wen Hai nodded and sat down politely on the stool that Dong Can pointed out for him.

Dong Can looked at the fish in the pond again, throwing fish food and saying, "I came here to follow the arrangement of the dean and help you win the qualification for promotion to the third realm."

"Thank you!"

"There's no need to thank me."

Dong Can said calmly, "The internal affairs disciples have received accurate information that someone in Yunque City can't help but take action these past two days. This may be your chance."

Wen Hai's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but ask, "Do they really dare to attack Skylark Mountain?"

Dong Can seemed not to have heard Wen Hai's words. He was contentedly throwing the fish food in his hand and watching the fish in the pond happily snatching the food. He suddenly asked, "You should know Wu Quan, right?"

"Is it the host of Mozhou Road Dao Palace?"

"Correct!"

"I know him. At the beginning, Lord Changqing was his ally. I often cooperated with his disciples. Later, he moved to Mozhou Road, and I gradually had less contact with his disciples. I have rarely heard from him in the past few years."

"Sometimes a smart person should be content. If he had stayed in Nanlin Road, would he be in such a mess now?"

"Did something happen to Wu Quan?"

"You will know. You just stay by my side for the next two days. This game is not for you to participate in. Even I am not qualified. The cultivators in the Skylark City are just like fish in this pond!"

That’s enough chit-chat.

...

On the second night of the birthday banquet at the Yang residence, bursts of breaking sounds suddenly rang out in the dark night sky, and the earth rose and fell like the surface of the sea.

As an earth vein cultivator, Wen Hai felt the effect of the earth vein spell at the first moment. He woke up from his meditation immediately, and when he pushed the door open, he saw Dong Shen standing next to the fish pond under the moonlight. He was not affected by the shaking ground at all.

"Let's go and watch a good show!"

As Dong Can spoke, a magic array appeared around him. A black lizard appeared on his shoulder at some point, and it spewed out a dark demonic aura, which merged with the energy of the magic array that appeared around Dong Can's body.

Just as Wen Hai was about to answer, he felt his whole body being lifted up by a powerful force. Then his vision quickly shifted, and when he came to his senses, he had already flown over two hills.

At this time, two auras that were no weaker than Dong Can came from far away and appeared on both sides of Dong Can in a blink of an eye.

"Don't be nervous, we are one of us!"

As Dong Can's voice rang in Wen Hai's ears, he joined forces with the two figures approaching and continued flying towards the north.

After more than ten breaths.

They landed on the top of a high mountain.

The high mountain that was originally shaking continuously stopped shaking immediately because of the landing of Dong Can and the other three. Then, they all looked at the valley between the two high mountains in the north.

There are three figures fighting!
As soon as Wen Hai calmed down and looked around, he saw yellow sand all over the sky under the moonlight. The yellow sand whistled past like a sharp blade, and the mountains and the land became bare wherever it passed, as if someone had peeled off a layer of skin with a blunt object!

This is the 'Dust Light Technique' most commonly used by the monks in the third realm of the Underworld Gate!
When the flying sand fell on the hill where Wen Hai was, it scattered as if it had encountered some natural enemy. It was the wood spirit energy released by the person on the left of Dong Can that completely neutralized the earth vein spell.

It was then that Wen Hai discovered that this person was actually Li Miaolin, the abbot of the Taoist Palace in Ningzhou Road!
He felt it was a bit absurd at the moment. After all, he was just a small second-level earth vein cultivator, but he had big figures like Dong Can and Li Miaolin to help him!
Looking at the other side, there is a monkey demon. He is covered in black armor, and the surface of the armor is shining with a green halo in the night.

After the baptism of the 'Dust Light Technique', the mountains on both sides of the valley ahead shrank significantly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Before the flying sand had completely dispersed, a command was issued from the hazy yellow sand:
"Destroy!"

As the voice of the imperial decree resounded throughout the heaven and earth, Wen Hai felt that all the spiritual energy of the earth's veins were gathering towards the Wang Valley. In an instant, the originally lively earth suddenly became lifeless, and at this time a curtain of light fell from the sky, covering the entire valley.

It is the 'Light Curtain of Life and Death' that can only be performed by earth vein cultivators who have reached the third realm of perfection!
In the area covered by the light curtain, the vitality inside was lost at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, in the blink of an eye, it seemed as if the light curtain had experienced tens of thousands of years. The earth continued to wither and be reborn, and the vitality and death inside kept alternating and repeating.

"Wait! I have a covenant with Lord Changqing. If you kill me, the oath of the covenant will mark your breath, and you can't escape!"

A voice came from across the valley.

Wen Hai can be sure that the person who spoke is Wu Quan! (End of this chapter)