There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

After Liu Ling finished saying this, the 'net' connecting the universe had completely disappeared.

Wang Ping felt a little complicated for a moment. After a moment of silence, he realized what he had lost forever.

Yu Lian said softly: "She has no attachment to this world. Human nature is really complicated. I thought I understood human nature, but now it seems I still know nothing."

Liu Shuang's whole body trembled at this moment. She quickly took two steps forward and tried to go forward to check on Liu Ling's condition. At this time, Liu Ling's messy hair turned white in an instant, and her skin quickly dried up due to the loss of nourishment from the spiritual veins in her body. In the blink of an eye, she had lost her vitality.

All these changes made Liu Shuang stop in her tracks, tension and fear appeared in her eyes.

Wang Ping glanced at Liu Shuang, feeling a little uncomfortable. He stretched out his left hand and gently tapped Liu Ling's forehead. Immediately, a strong wood spirit energy emerged, making Liu Ling's white hair turn black again, and her skin became the same as when she was young, but still pale.

"Give her a good wash and then give her some new clothes!"

Wang Ping looked up at Liu Shuang who was standing there. It was because of her initial indulgence and favoritism that her two disciples later started to fight overtly and covertly.

"Hey~"

Wang Ping sighed, unable to bear to say anything more to Liu Shuang, but Yu Lian did not indulge Liu Shuang and said directly: "Rong'er is still watching you, have you practiced Taoism for hundreds of years in vain?"

Liu Shuang looked up at Yu Lian and felt the gazes of her disciples and grand disciples. She subconsciously straightened her mind and then placed her left hand in a Taoist one-handed gesture, using her cultivation to forcibly suppress the chaos in her heart.

Wang Ping breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Liu Shuang's expression, then he took Yu Lian and turned into a stream of light and left.

Liu Shuang subconsciously looked up at Wang Ping's leaving figure.

Yang Rong stepped forward and called out, "Master~"

Liu Shuang calmed down after hearing Yang Rong's call. After two breaths of silence, he took a deep breath, turned to look at Yang Rong, and ordered: "Prepare a set of formal Taoist clothes. I want to wash Ling'er."

"Yes!"

...

Wang Ping returned to the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain and sat under the old locust tree. He soon entered a state of meditation, and his spiritual consciousness slowly spread to this world. Soon, ten "sky swords" rose around his body, forming a magical formation.

The rain lotus coiled on Wang Ping's knees, connecting to Wang Ping's soul and bringing his soul into the magic array, connecting with his believers to practice the balance between humanity and rationality.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

There was a brilliant golden light under the locust tree, and the warm atmosphere caused new locust tree seedlings to grow in the nearby open space. They broke through the soil at a speed visible to the naked eye, and stopped growing when they reached two feet high.

Wang Ping opened his eyes at this time, and turned his head to look at the newly grown locust tree seedlings thoughtfully. Yu Lian also opened her eyes and climbed up Wang Ping's left arm to his shoulder, looking in the direction Wang Ping was looking.

"Is there anything special about it?"

"This is the first time I have observed an old locust tree producing seedlings."

As Wang Ping spoke, he stood up and walked to the seedling. At this moment, the seedling was slowly dying. Without giving it much thought, he subconsciously stretched out his left hand, made a gesture, and took out a transparent crystal from the storage bag with his right hand.

As his left hand formed a magic spell, a wood spirit seal array appeared out of thin air and was then engraved inside the transparent crystal. "Rise!" As Wang Ping uttered the order, the locust tree seedling was covered by the wood spirit seal array in the crystal. A green light flashed, and the locust tree seedling and the soil at its base were sent into the seal array.

When putting away the crystal, Wang Ping's spiritual consciousness covered the entire Shang'an Mansion.

The first person he saw was Xia Wenyi who was in seclusion. He was cultivating the strength of his soul. According to his current progress, it is estimated that he will succeed in ten years at most. This is the most important part of the second half of the third volume of "Tai Yan Talisman". When the strength of the soul reaches the requirement, he can then cultivate his spiritual body.

The more time-consuming practice that follows is to cultivate the Soul Inducer. If he could buy the Soul Inducer directly, Xia Wenyi would be able to try the third realm within thirty years.

The third realm should not be a big problem for Xia Wenyi in his current state, because he can already feel the emotions of the locust tree soul, which is the key for Taiyan cultivators to advance to the third realm.

Then, Wang Ping observed Xuan Ling outside Qianmu Temple. He had completed the training of his spiritual body and physical body, and was condensing the "Soul Inducer", and was about to succeed.

Wang Ping didn't have to worry about this disciple because he knew that the third realm was a piece of cake for Xuan Ling. Perhaps he was the one with the greatest hope of being promoted to the fourth realm among all Wang Ping's disciples. However, unless it was absolutely necessary, Wang Ping would most likely not give him a place in the fourth realm.

These two people are currently the ones with the fastest progress in practicing "Tai Yan Talisman" in Qianmu Temple. As for Shen Xiaozhu, she has gone out to gain experience again, and she has brought her apprentice with her. She also has the probability of entering the third realm as long as she can gain enough confidence.

Shen Xiaozhu's biggest problem is confidence. She has a firm desire to seek the truth and aspires to reach a higher realm, but her experiences as a mortal sometimes make her lack confidence, which is a taboo for a Taiyan cultivator, so much so that she failed in her first attempt to merge with the locust tree spirit.

Fortunately, Qianmu Temple now has enough foundation to give Shen Xiaozhu enough time to change. Time is sometimes a good tool. Enough time can help a cultivator forget some things and even change a person's mind.

"tread"

There was a sound of footsteps on the stone path in the garden.

It was Guan Qi, the disciple who was waiting outside. He made the footsteps deliberately. When he saw Wang Ping, he immediately lowered his head and reported: "Dean Liu Shuang sent someone to ask if the old ancestor has time. She wants to come and see the old ancestor."

"Let her come directly. If Shuang'er wants to come to the dojo in the future, you don't have to ask for permission."

"Yes!"

Liu Shuang flew directly to the garden of the dojo on the top of the mountain half a quarter of an hour later.

She saw Wang Ping running over under the locust tree, knelt beside him, hugged his arm and called softly, "Master."

Wang Ping reached out and gently stroked Liu Shuang's hair without saying anything.

Yu Lian looked at Liu Shuang with her vertical pupils, observing the state of Liu Shuang's soul. She communicated with Wang Ping in the spiritual sea: "When she just fell from the sky, her soul was a little confused, but now it is extremely stable. She regards you as her support."

"What's wrong with this?"

"She relies on you so much, I'm afraid her cultivation will stop here, and in the future she will have to..."

Yu Lian did not say the rest of the words.

Wang Ping closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing the bad picture that just appeared in his mind, and then quietly enjoyed the brief family happiness at this moment.

After a while.

Liu Shuang let go of his hand, stood up, bowed to Wang Ping, and then sat down next to the coffee table under the locust tree.

"I selected a young person with good qualifications from Ling'er's family to inherit Ling'er's Taoist temple and heritage. I opened a place in the Taoist temple for her lineage."

"Ah, very good."

"The two disciples that Yu'er accepted from the Moon God Sect were unwilling to stay, and I did not force them. Zhao Mingming will inherit Yu'er's dojo, and I will personally protect him when he enters."

Wang Ping nodded and put away the tea utensils.

The master and the disciple chatted in a low voice, from the arrangements for Liu Ling and Zhao Yuer's funeral to some trivial matters in the sect, and time passed by unknowingly.

Liu Shuang's mood was gradually becoming calm. Finally, he talked about the allocation of the three realms of Taiyan. "I have already given one of the places to Junior Brother Wen Yi, and the remaining one..."

"Leave it to Xuan Ling. He will be able to try the third level soon. I have confidence in him. When he is promoted to the third level, he can help you more."

"Where's Xiaozhu?" Liu Shuang reminded softly.

"Don't worry, I still have a quota in my hand." The quota for the third level of Tai Yan that Wang Ping won in Shangjing City has not been used yet. The unlucky guy's soul was about to collapse and transform into a true spirit, but Wang Ping was promoted to the fourth level in time and forcibly suppressed his consciousness with his cultivation.

After the master and disciple chatted for a while, Liu Shuang took the initiative to say goodbye.

Wang Ping continued to brew tea leisurely, quietly feeling the passage of time, sorting out his own humanity, and waiting for news from outer space.

According to previous intelligence, news will be sent back from outer space in the next two days.

But just as Wang Ping was waiting for news from outer space, Liu Shuang came to the mountaintop dojo again and handed over a visiting card from the Six Heart Sect.

Wang Ping was very surprised. Although he took the visiting card, he did not read it because he did not think there was anyone else in the Six Heart Sect who was worthy of him meeting in person.

"Is this a visiting card handed over by a disciple of Taoist Master Ziluan?"

"What is the difference?"

"He told me that Taoist Master Ziluan has returned and hopes to meet you, Master."

Wang Ping was startled at first, then smiled, without much surprise or shock on his face. Yu Lian beside him urged, "See what's written in the visiting card?"

Wang Ping then carefully examined the visiting card in his hand. The surface of the card was gold-plated, and inscribed with the six words 'Respectfully presented to Lord Changqing'. When he opened the card, Yu Lian stretched her neck curiously, and Liu Shuang also set his eyes on the card.

...

Zhonghui City.

The street outside Zhonghui Academy in the inner city is lined with all kinds of taverns, teahouses and red houses, and each has its own characteristics, making the street bustling with traffic both during the day and at night.

A teahouse located at the corner of the street was already full of people just after the hour of Chen. There was a huge stage in the lobby on the ground floor of the teahouse. At this moment, a storyteller was telling a story with all his might. While he was telling the story, there was a 20-member band behind him providing him with various musical accompaniments.

In addition to the mainstream guzheng, pipa, bronze bells, etc., the band also has a variety of drums that are not common in Zhongzhou. They are of different sizes and are divided into more than a dozen types. They can express a variety of emotions and are deeply loved by nearby people and students.

Today the storyteller is talking about the final decisive battle between the State of Datong and the State of Chu near Shangjing City. Because this is the territory of Southern Chu, the focus is naturally on Southern Chu, so the atmosphere is inevitably somewhat tragic, but the common people and the students of the academy buy into it.

When the story entered the most critical moment, the storyteller suddenly stopped, and then the exciting drum sound echoed in the hall, attracting everyone's attention. Many guests in the private rooms on the second floor stood up and leaned on the handrails, ready to listen carefully to the next story. All the windows of the private rooms on the third floor were opened at this time.

The storyteller was a little proud. He slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. After clearing his throat, he looked around. When he saw that there was a window on the third floor that was not open, his eyebrows raised slightly.

Sitting in this box was the long-missing Zi Luan. He was wearing a light yellow narrow-sleeved gown, a net hat that was particularly popular in Zhongzhou recently, and a white jade belt around his waist. He sat at the top of an octagonal table like a scholar with honors, sipping tea with his head lowered.

"Open the window."

After taking a sip of tea, he raised his head and gave instructions to Qin Zifeng who was waiting respectfully beside him.

Qin Zifeng hurriedly walked to the window and pushed it open. When the window opened, he heard the sound of a gavel coming into the box.

"Zhonghui City has changed a lot. It is now more prosperous than Jinhuai City."

Zi Luan's words sounded like he was asking Qin Zifeng, but also like he was talking to himself.

Qin Zifeng immediately responded, "Jinhuai City has long been a mere name for the capital. The outer city of Zhonghui City leads directly to the sea to the south. The monks of various sects have applied several times to move the Taoist Palace to Zhonghui City, but Qianmu Temple has never agreed."

Zi Luan showed his characteristic smile, "I'm afraid the Liu Xin Sect is blocking the way to Qian Mu Guan."

Qin Zifeng didn't dare to respond.

What Zi Luan thought of was that when the Taoist of the South China Sea planned Qianmu Temple, the Liuxin Sect took advantage of the situation and annexed the declining Qianmu Temple, which enabled it to rise rapidly in a short period of time.

"Did Changqing reveal anything?"

"Master, what do you mean..."

"Swallow the Six Heart Sect!"

"No."

Qin Zifeng shook his head first, then added: "No, I don't know either. We hardly see the Lord of the Mansion. Not to mention us, even the three-level seniors who have been famous in the Xuanmen for a long time have received no response when they sent visiting cards. The Lord of the Mansion is no longer the same as before. I hope Master..."

His last words were barely audible.

Zi Luan smiled indifferently and whispered: "Don't worry, I didn't come back to seek death. I know better than you what a mansion lord is and what the fourth realm is!"

As he spoke, he looked towards the door of the box.

"Ten"

"Ten"

There was a knock on the door.

Zi Luan remained unmoved, and Qin Zifeng quickly walked over to open the door.

Outside are Qin Zifeng's disciples.

"How is it?" Qin Zifeng asked coldly.

"We can submit the formal visiting card now. Dean Liu came to tell me personally."

Qin Zifeng was obviously stunned for a moment, then he looked happy and spoke to his disciples in a gentler voice: "Okay, I understand, you go back to the sect's headquarters first, and don't worry about the rest."

Zi Luan had already walked to the door by now, and pulled open the half-open door. He ignored Qin Zifeng and his disciples and walked straight past them.

Seeing this, Qin Zifeng hurriedly left his disciples behind and followed.

The master and the disciple walked out of the teahouse, passed through several busy streets, came out from the north gate, and walked to the quaint little temple. Qin Zifeng handed over his ID card immediately.

“This place is so beautiful!”

It was the first time that Zi Luan took a serious look at the scenery around the river outside Qianmu Temple. In the past, he would fly directly over there.

While he was admiring the beautiful scenery, the Qianmu Temple disciple in charge of guarding checked Qin Zifeng's token and said with a fist: "So you are a friend of the Six Heart Sect. The front hall has just issued an order that you can go directly to the Immortal Stage. There is no need to check anything else."

"Thank you!"

Qin Zifeng had long lost his arrogance, and he immediately saluted when the guard disciple finished speaking.

Zi Luan also bowed politely.

Afterwards, the two of them soared into the sky under the monitoring of the magic circle, crossed the outer barrier, and landed on the magnificent immortal platform in front of the Qianmuguanshan gate.

The Ascension Platform of Qianmu Temple is a little deserted unlike before. There are more than a dozen pavilions built in an orderly manner next to it, in which live the monks who have registered at Qianmu Temple and the monks who are waiting to enter Qianmu Temple.

Zi Luan looked at the lively scene on the Dengxian Terrace and the monks coming and going. He sensed that some of the monks were as powerful as him. This crushed his last bit of pride and made him remember how insignificant he was. (End of this chapter)