There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Zi Luan looked at the cultivators coming and going on the Ascension Platform, and for a moment he didn't know what to do next. After all, he was a disciple of a fourth-level cultivator when he first stepped into the cultivation world, which was above ten thousand people, and he had basically never encountered such a situation.

"Master, why don't you give the visiting card to me and I will go and deliver it." Qin Zifeng said in a low voice, pointing to the Qianmu Temple disciples on duty outside the mountain gate not far away, "The rules of Qianmu Temple are very simple. The disciples at the mountain gate can go directly to the front hall. We can hand the visiting card to any one of them."

Zi Luan looked in the direction his disciple pointed and saw some disciples wearing Qianmu Temple's inner sect uniforms. Those people were only in the Foundation Establishment stage.

Then, he handed the visiting card to Qin Zifeng. He couldn't accept himself bowing down to a foundation-building cultivator.

Qin Zifeng had long since lost his arrogance. After taking the post, he first straightened his clothes, then moved his facial muscles twice, and then walked up with a smile.

Zi Luan looked at Qin Zifeng and felt a little bitter in his heart. Qin Zifeng's consciousness was constructed by him personally, and he knew very well that for such a transformation to occur, many things must have happened.

The previous communication went smoothly, and the disciples of Qianmu Temple did not act bossy. Not long after, Qin Zifeng came back quickly and said, "Master, we can go directly to the front hall."

"Ok!"

Zi Luan exhaled this word from his nose, and then, under the guidance of the foundation-building disciples of Qianmu Temple, he climbed the magnificent steps made of jade behind the mountain gate. There were many disciples of Qianmu Temple coming and going on the steps. They were confident and sunny, and full of expectations for the future.

Unlike Qin Zifeng, they were not as cautious as he was. They did not take Zi Luan and the third-level cultivators on the Dengxian Platform seriously. When they talked about interesting topics, they would laugh out loud as if no one was around. The disciples who noticed Zi Luan's high level of cultivation would just bow in greeting.

All of this made Zi Luan feel particularly lost. He felt as if he had been abandoned by the times. Now he was like those 'old guys' he used to call himself. However, those 'old guys' did not leave a good impression on the younger generation of monks.

These thoughts in Zi Luan's mind were only fleeting, and then he used his cultivation to suppress those unnecessary thoughts. With his eyelids lowered, he silently followed the foundation-building cultivator who was leading the way in front of him, and soon he climbed the stairs.

This place was completely different from the Qianmu Temple in his memory. In his memory, the front hall was reached by climbing the steps, but what he saw now were scattered mountains with various pavilions on the mountains, and the straight white marble slab in front of him meandered forward among the mountains.

"You can fly here, but not too fast. You two seniors must follow me."

The foundation-building cultivator from Qianmu Temple in front gave a polite reminder, then took off into the sky and flew along the stone road under his feet. Qin Zifeng and Ziluan followed behind him easily.

There were more than just the three of them flying on this road. There were many disciples of Qianmu Temple flying in the sky, but they were all confined above this stone road.

Compared to the disciples of the Six Heart Sect, the disciples of Qianmuguan seem to be more energetic and humane.

This was Zi Luan’s first sense.

About a quarter of an hour later.

The three of them flew over several mountains outside the gate. The first thing Zi Luan felt was the rich spiritual energy blowing towards him. What came into view was a huge square and a palace with red walls and golden tiles on the square. Then he saw the mountains lined up in sequence around the square.

"Come with me!"

The foundation-building monk who led the way gave a gentle reminder, and then fell to the square below first.

There is a small open area on the south side of the square. From a distance, you can see the red halo emitted by the magic circle above. The red halo can provide guidance for the disciples who are landing.

Zi Luan followed the foundation-building cultivator who led the way and landed in the guidance area. He thought to himself, "The interior of Qianmu Temple is full of flying disciples. It looks chaotic, but there is actually a specific order. It's like a world of its own, incompatible with everything outside."

The foundation-building monk who was leading the way in front whispered something to the inner sect disciple on duty nearby when he landed, and then the disciple trotted towards the front hall.

"Dear guests, please come this way..."

The foundation-building cultivator who led the way politely stepped aside and made an inviting gesture, then took Zi Luan and Qin Zifeng to the magnificent square.

The square is very large, but the disciples coming and going on it are not as free as those on the Dengxiantai. They have fixed routes in and out. Zi Luan and the other two walked along the route in the middle of the square towards the palace with red walls and golden tiles.

When they approached the steps in front of the palace, Liu Shuang and a group of disciples had been waiting for a long time.

After Zi Luan climbed the steps, Liu Shuang took the initiative to clasp his fists and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Uncle Master Zi Luan!"

When the Liuxin Sect sorted out the inheritance order of the Taiyan Sect, the disciples of Qianmu Temple were also included, which caused dissatisfaction among many disciples of Qianmu Temple. But now they have taken the initiative to acknowledge the original order.

When Zi Luan heard Liu Shuang's address, he smiled in his characteristic way, clasped his fists and said in return, "I don't deserve such a great gift."

Liu Shuang also had a smile on her face. She no longer felt the fear and awe in front of Zi Luan as before. Instead, she felt a sense of superiority because she had a good master.

"Uncle Master, please!"

She was not overly polite to Zi Luan. After greeting him, she stepped aside and invited Zi Luan into the hall.

At this moment, there are at least hundreds of disciples gathered in the hall, and the wide passage among them leads directly to the ancestral tablet placed in the front of the hall.

Seeing this, Zi Luan immediately understood Liu Shuang's idea, but at this moment he could only follow Liu Shuang's arrangement.
Enter the lobby.

Just as Zi Luan had imagined, the incense in the hall went straight into his nostrils.

The golden bodies of the two saints and the true lords in front are lifelike. All of these golden statues are high above. Then there are the lords of the Taiyan Sect. Their statues are close to the incense table. Wang Ping and Yuxiao are naturally placed in the middle.

Zi Luan's eyes subconsciously fell on the golden statue of Xiaoshan Fujun, and then he quickly lowered his head. It seemed that he did not dare to look directly at his master, even though it was just a golden statue.

"Follow me and light a stick of incense."

Liu Shuang's voice sounded nearby, and then he took the three incense sticks handed to him by the disciple next to him, knelt down very devoutly on the cushion in front of the incense table, and prayed in a low voice.

Zi Luan looked at the three incense sticks handed to him by the disciple of Qianmu Temple next to him, and took them after only two breaths of hesitation. He knelt in front of the incense table with Liu Shuang and bowed his head to pray. As for Qin Zifeng who followed him, he had no right to pray here at all. He could only stand at the door and watch quietly. He was obviously relieved when he saw his master kneeling down.

The prayer lasted for a quarter of an hour. When Zi Luan inserted the three incense sticks in his hand into the incense table, Liu Shuang beside him said with a smile: "Uncle Master, follow me. My master has been waiting for you for a long time."

She made an inviting gesture as she spoke.

Zi Luan smiled again, clasped his fists and said, "Please lead the way."

He still couldn't utter the word "nephew" and tried hard to maintain his last bit of dignity.

Liu Shuang was also smiling, but her smile was much more relaxed, just as if Zi Luan had been as relaxed when facing Wang Ping in the Liuxin Sect. She walked out of the hall with a smile, then soared up towards the dojo on the top of the mountain.

Zi Luan naturally followed first.

As for Qin Zifeng, he wisely remained silent.

In just a moment, Liu Shuang landed in front of the gate of the dojo on the top of the mountain.

The gate was open at this moment. Guan Qi, the disciple who led the group, stood by the gate and saluted Liu Shuang respectfully, saying, "Greetings, Dean!" Then he looked at Zi Luan and said, "Greetings, Senior."

Liu Shuang waved his hands casually.

Zi Luan formally bowed as a way of returning the greeting, and then his eyes involuntarily looked inside the gate. The layout inside seemed to have not changed.

"I have something else to do in the front hall, so I won't accompany my uncle in. Goodbye." After saying this, Liu Shuang turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

Guan Qi clasped his fists again and said, "Senior, please come this way."

He made an inviting gesture, but did not mean to lead the way. Zi Luan instinctively took two steps forward, and when he reached the top of the steps at the gate, he stopped, looked down at his clothes, and only entered the garden when he was sure there was something wrong.

The garden had not changed much from what he remembered. It was still the same stone road, and the distribution of the spiritual trees on both sides was the same. What had changed was Zi Luan's state of mind. When he came here before, he was superior and sometimes even the host. But now he had to be careful even when walking.

Tens of breaths later.

Zi Luan smelled the familiar scent of locust tree flowers. He raised his head and saw an old locust tree in the sunlight shining through the branches of the spiritual tree. Then he saw Wang Ping standing next to the coffee table under the locust tree.

At this moment, all kinds of thoughts emerged in Zi Luan's mind. When he met Wang Ping's gaze, he subconsciously shook the sleeves of his hands, then solemnly clasped his fists and bowed, saying softly: "Greetings to the Lord of the Mansion, and to Fellow Daoist Yu Lian."

At this moment he let go of everything and acknowledged everything Wang Ping had achieved so far.

After all, the person in front of him not only faced the thing he didn't have the courage to face, but also succeeded. Just for this reason, he had to bow his head.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time. Come and sit for a while."

Wang Ping pointed to the seat opposite the coffee table and invited him, while picking up the teapot to fill an empty teacup with tea.

As the steam from the tea floated back and forth on the tea table, Zi Luan walked over quickly, bowed to Wang Ping again, and said, "Thank you, Lord, for the tea."

"Why should we be so polite?"

Wang Ping still spoke in the same tone as before.

Zi Luan didn't dare to respond as he did before, and could only stand beside the coffee table and saluted again.

"Haha~"

Wang Ping chuckled and pointed to the seat opposite him again, inviting him, "Sit down and have some tea."

Zi Luan quickly responded, "Thank you, Lord."

After saying that, he sat down.

Yu Lian was communicating with Wang Ping in the spiritual sea at this time: "He has not changed much from before. If this continues, he will never be able to take the last step in his life."

This was exactly what Wang Ping wanted. Zi Luan was a calculating person, but he lacked courage. If Zi Luan could contribute to the re-establishment of Taiyan Sect, it would be a win-win for Wang Ping.

It is also for this reason that Wang Ping can tolerate Zi Luan appearing in front of him again.

"Where have you been practicing these years, fellow Taoist?"

After Yu Lian talked with Wang Ping, she looked at Zi Luan who was holding a teacup and asked, not caring whether Zi Luan was embarrassed or resistant to this question.

Zi Luan was not embarrassed, nor did he resist. He held the teacup in his hand, first pretending to recall, and then said:

"I was very confused at the time. I knew I was not ready for the promotion yet, so I had no choice but to resort to this last resort. I only heard about it later when I traveled to Dongzhou. After I left, they took this opportunity to add insult to injury. I just wanted to give up my position so that the Lord of the Mansion could better plan for the fourth realm."

He was explaining, not answering.

Hearing this, Yu Lian said in a slightly dissatisfied tone: "You could have informed us in advance so that we could be prepared."

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Wang Ping interrupted Zi Luan when he was about to answer, and then casually invited him to drink tea first.

Yu Lian obediently shut up, then flew to the side and rolled up her teacup with her tail. Zi Luan seemed to really want to explain, but because of Wang Ping's words he could only lower his head and sip his tea.

After drinking a cup of tea, Wang Ping looked at Zi Luan and said, "You came back at the right time. Yuan Wu Zhen Jun agreed to reorganize Tai Yan Sect to gather Tai Yan monks from all over the world. I have been considering merging Liu Xin Sect into Qian Mu Temple, but I don't have the right person to do it. Now that you are back, I will leave it to you."

Although Wang Ping's tone was still polite, what he said was not polite at all.

"Yes!"

Zi Luan didn't hesitate at all.

Wang Ping looked at him and added, "You don't have to think too much. When the Taiyan Sect is re-established, Qianmu Temple will also become a thing of the past. I believe Lord Xiaoshan will also agree!"

Zi Luan continued, "I understand what the Lord means. Taiyan Sect is the foundation. Only by re-establishing Taiyan Sect can the cultivators of the world recognize us as the orthodox Xuanmen. I understood this principle before..."

He obviously hadn't finished his words, but Wang Ping interrupted him and changed the subject, asking, "Who was behind the fall of Qianmu Temple?"

"To be honest with you, Lord, when Qianmu Temple was in trouble, I immediately retrieved the case files that several fellow Taoists from Qianmu Temple had received. The case files were indeed issued by the Daozang Palace. At that time, the situation in Zhongzhou had just stabilized, and some Jindan-level monsters who occupied the mountains as kings caused the Daozang Palace a lot of headaches, so there was a wanted case file to exterminate the Baishui Lake monsters."

Zi Luan was not surprised by Wang Ping's question. He first explained the matter, then quickened his pace and said, "The great demon in Baishui Lake may have felt that the situation was not good for him, so he colluded with other cultivators to ambush Qianmu Temple in order to find a way to escape."

"But he didn't escape in the end. He died right after he walked out of Baishui Lake. It was a fatal blow. The one who could do that must be a cultivator of the fourth realm. When I found out about this, I was very surprised and a little worried. So I changed my open investigation into a secret one. But the only clue was Bai Zhuo. The other person had disappeared."

"Later, I found out that Bai Zhuo was connected to Taoist Wu Ma's lineage, and then there was the Star God Alliance. When several Taoists in Qianmu Temple were besieged, the Star God Alliance searched the temple, seemingly looking for something. However, I can confirm that they returned empty-handed."

"That's all I know."

After he finished speaking, he clasped his fists and bowed, waiting for Wang Ping's next question.

Wang Ping nodded. The fact that the Star God Alliance had searched for Qianmuguan was a new clue, which meant that the destruction of Qianmuguan was also caused by the Star God Alliance.

But the Star God Alliance is very large, divided into hundreds of combat camps, each of which is independent.

Wang Ping silently kept this in mind, looked at Zi Luan and asked, "Such a big thing happened, but Lord Xiaoshan didn't have any reaction?"

Zi Luan lowered his head to answer, so that no one could see his expression. He immediately responded, "Master was not here at the time. I later reported this matter to him, and he just sighed. In the end, he arranged for someone to preserve Qianmu Temple's inheritance in Shang'an Prefecture through the Dao Temple."

Wang Ping's eyes flashed, he put down the teacup in his hand, stared at Zi Luan and asked, "Are you trying to remind me to preserve the inheritance of the Six Heart Sect? It seems that you don't trust me and think that I want to seize the foundation of the Six Heart Sect? Is this what you didn't finish saying just now?"

After hearing this, Zi Luan put down his teacup and bowed silently to Wang Ping.

Yu Lian curiously checked Quan Luan's current consciousness and said to Wang Ping in the spiritual sea: "His attitude is very firm and strange. It is completely different from his usual behavior."

So, human nature is complex.

Wang Ping looked at Zi Luan bowing his head, and after a silence of more than ten breaths, he said: "As you wish, and time will prove my words."

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord!"

"Get up and talk properly."

Zi Luan stood up, took out a bamboo slip from his storage bag, handed it to Wang Ping solemnly and said, "This is the secret method of the 'Giant Art'. Master said that it can play the greatest role when combined with the 'Seven Star Killing Formation'. It is considered one of the inheritances of Taiyan Sect. Since the Lord intends to rebuild Taiyan Sect, he must need it."

Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, but did not refuse the kindness.

Then, Zi Luan took out three banners of different colors and said, "This is the combination of magic arrays that my master used when he was promoted. You should know its function. It should be more useful in your hands than in mine!" (End of this chapter)