There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Wang Ping continued to maintain the state of "nothingness" and cast the "transfer talisman" to appear near Huixin Island, the Taoist temple of Ao Hong in the southeast sea. Nothing on the island had changed, except that the deep pool in the central area was not as active as before.

The pavilions and lofts surrounding the deep pool have disappeared, the mountains are bare, and the tea trees and fruit trees are nowhere to be found.

"That dragon is miserable!"

Yu Lian lay on Wang Ping's shoulder and observed the deep pool directly with her naked eyes.

Wang Ping stretched out his hand and scattered some vegetation seeds. The seeds flowed with the wood spirit energy to the bare mountains around the deep pool. Soon, large tracts of forests and shrubs grew out.

At this time, two incoming water cultivators took off from a town on the coast and flew to the vicinity of the deep pool at the fastest speed. One of them was about to destroy the newly emerged forest, but was stopped in time by the other, who clasped his fists and shouted to the people around him.

"Let's go!"

Wang Ping had no intention of staying any longer, he summoned the 'Dongtian Mirror', and the moment his body sank into space, Yu Lian exhaled a cold breath of water spirit towards the incoming monk who was about to destroy the forest.

The monk who entered the country only felt a chill and then lost consciousness because his spiritual veins and soul were frozen by ice.

Wang Ping did not return to Qianmu Temple, but came to Haizhou Road calmly, intending to hand over Liuyun Mansion Lord's soul first, because this thing would be a trouble in his hands.

However, before contacting Taoist Wanzhi, he first had a brief exchange of views with Lord Rongyang through his personal communication token. Both of them said that they should not meet each other for the time being. After all, with two second seats missing at once, the Lords would definitely express their views. The only thing they could do now was to wait for the Lords' attitudes.

Wang Ping carefully recalled this sudden incident and confirmed that he was not involved in too many causes and effects before picking up the communication token to contact Taoist Wan Zhi.

While waiting for Taoist Wanzhi's reply, he landed on the top of a scenic mountain, set up an altar, prayed sincerely to Yuanwu Zhenjun, and gave a brief report on the things in outer space.

...

Wolong Mountain.

On the top of a mountain with a strong earth vein scent, still ochre-colored spiritual energy filled the space between the piles of rocks. Two disciples of the Diku Gate who were in the entry-level stage of cultivation cooperated with each other and quickly chanted the spells. When the spells were formed, two magic arrays of mutual support emerged under their feet. When the magic arrays were formed, one of the incoming disciples sacrificed his own earth vein tower.

The moment the tower appeared, the magic circle carved on the surface immediately connected to the magic circle they had just constructed. Then they put down the spells they were maintaining. One of them walked quickly to the side, where there was a corpse. The surface of the corpse's skin was full of cracks, and a faint breath of earth veins seeped from it. It was the earth spirit vein that devoured the flesh after the cultivator's consciousness collapsed.

"Fellow Daoist, you can't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame the world."

He whispered something, dragged the corpse to the center of the spell he had just constructed, then sat cross-legged and chanted in a low voice the Xuanmen scriptures for the salvation of his fellow disciples.

As the scripture echoed, the earth spirit veins in the corpse were gradually decomposed by the magic circle. The decomposed spirit veins sank into the ground and became part of the spiritual energy of the mountain veins.

After the body was completely decomposed, only a blue Taoist robe was left. The two men put away the magic circle, dug a small hole on the spot, buried the Taoist robe in the small hole, and then piled up a simple grave with stones. Then they went north.

When they walked ten feet away, one of the disciples looked back and saw that there were dozens of such graves at the place where they had just performed the ritual, and they were all new graves.

"We fought a little too hard this time."

"Keep your voice down, is this something we can say?"

"But…"

"No buts, this is how the cultivation world is. Don't look down on them as pitiful, but if we fall into their hands, we will suffer the same fate!"

While the two young cultivators were talking in low voices, they passed through the vast ochre-colored spiritual energy and entered the underground passage in the middle of the rubble. The underground passage was connected in all directions. From time to time, some Qigong practitioners passed by and greeted the two of them. These Qigong practitioners all had flattering smiles, which greatly satisfied the vanity of the two of them. They smiled unconsciously on their faces and forgot the annoyance in their hearts just now.

However, when the two walked through the outer sect Qi training area and entered the inner sect area, they became serious again. A quarter of an hour later, they entered an area full of forbidden magic arrays. The light here was brighter than anywhere else, forcing the two to lower their heads.

In front of an open iron door, the two men first tidied their clothes, then took a deep breath, lowered their heads, and walked into the room.

The room was filled with densely packed magic array runes, all of which were confinement arrays. In the middle of the array, a middle-aged monk in grey Taoist robes was imprisoned, with an illusory soul hovering above his imprisoned body.

This person is actually a third-level earth vein cultivator!
The two incoming monks came in and immediately bowed to the person in front of the imprisoned monk and said, "Greetings, Grandmaster!"

"Ok!"

The man turned his head and revealed a calm face. It was Liu Shuibin. He looked at the two disciples who came in and said, "Mind your own business."

"Yes!"

The two incoming disciples walked to the corner on the left, where there was a new corpse.

Liu Shuibin turned to look at the imprisoned monk in front of him and said, "I don't want to continue killing people. Too many of our fellow disciples died or were injured in the fight this time. Don't force me."

The imprisoned monk smiled bitterly and said, "If I tell it, there will be no way for me to survive. It would be more convenient for you to use the Soul Searching Technique."

"Your key memories must have been tampered with. I'm afraid that only one in ten memories can be read through the Soul Search Technique."

"Correct!"

"You are simply afraid of Lord Liuyun, but have you ever thought about it? One of you five will speak first, and then the other four will be worthless. Moreover, your plan can no longer be carried out. Why suffer so much? Think about it, how much you paid to advance to the third realm, you don't want it to end like this, do you?"

"You can try to get them to talk!"

"You are just trying to delay time and wait for us to fail. But even if we fail, this is the southern cultivation world, and there is Lord Changqing above us. Lord Liuyun can't reach out to us."

The imprisoned monk shook his head slightly and looked behind Liu Shuibin.

Liu Shuibin turned around and saw a boy. When the boy met Liu Shuibin's gaze, he immediately bowed and said, "The ancestor asked Master to come over."

"I see."

"The ancestor said to go there immediately."

A hint of surprise flashed across Liu Shuibin's eyes, and then he carefully looked at the imprisoned monk and ordered the disciples guarding the imprisonment array on both sides: "No one is allowed to talk to him before I come back. If you find him, capture him immediately."

"Yes!"

Liu Shuibin had already walked out of the house when the guarding disciple answered. As for the two disciples who were dragging the corpse, they had already left.

Liu Shuibin walked out of the room and flew directly out of the underground using an independent passage next to him. When the influence of the confinement array disappeared, a communication jade token immediately flew towards him.

The communication jade card was sent by Taoist Wan Zhi. Liu Shuibin did not dare to neglect it any longer. He immediately immersed himself in the earth spirit, carefully avoiding the static earth veins between heaven and earth, and flew towards Taoist Wan Zhi's dojo. After a while, Liu Shuibin landed among the rocks on the top of a peak. Ten feet in front of him was the courtyard where Taoist Wan Zhi was. When he looked up, he saw Taoist Wan Zhi standing in the middle of the courtyard and was slightly stunned. Then he quickened his pace and walked over.

"Master."

"Come in and talk."

There was a two-meter-high earthy yellow crystal next to Taoist Wan Zhi, which looked like a coffin. She looked at Liu Shuibin who walked into the courtyard and asked, "Do you know what's in this crystal?"

"Disciple can only feel that the aura of the earth veins in this area seems to be moving towards it, but I can't detect what is inside it?"

"It's Liuyun's soul, a broken soul!"

Liu Shuibin didn't react at first when he heard this. He was wondering if he had heard it wrong.

Taoist Wan Zhi showed a smile on his face full of ravines and cracks, and said to Liu Shuibin again: "You heard it right, there is Liu Yun's soul in there, he is finished!"

Liu Shuibin finally reacted. He suppressed the shock in his heart and asked, "What happened? He is a Taoist sect recognized by all the True Lords. How could he die like this?"

"An accident!"

"Accident?"

"That's what Lord Changqing said!"

"Did Lord Changqing send him here?"

"Yes, Lord Changqing said that Liuyun and I are from the same sect, and asked me to communicate with the demon tribe to buy a spiritual body so that Liuyun can reshape the earth spirit!"

Liu Shuibin didn't react immediately. He stared at the crystal coffin in silence for two breaths and asked, "Didn't Lord Changqing tell him how he died?"

"This is also what Lord Changqing is puzzled about. They were planning to besiege the rebels in outer space. Liuyun was the first to find traces of the rebels. When they arrived, Liuyun was already like this. He felt it was strange, so he hinted to me openly and secretly that there must be disciples inside the Cavern Gate who knew something. And I guess those who knew about Liuyun's dirty deeds must be the people you arrested. Now that Liuyun has been disabled, they will speak up soon."

Taoist Wan Zhi stared at Liu Shuibin and said, "Get this done as soon as possible. Lord Changqing seems to be very interested in this matter. Tell him the intelligence when the time comes. It can be considered as returning a favor. But remember, don't kill easily. Your sister may be promoted at any time. The lack of too many third-level cultivators will cause instability in the earth spirit."

Liu Shuibin nodded and said, "They relied on the fact that we didn't dare to kill the third realm cultivators at will before, so they were fearless. But now that Liuyun Mansion Lord has fallen, the situation is naturally different."

"You are wrong, Lord Liuyun has not fallen!"

Taoist Wan Zhi looked at the crystal coffin beside him and said with a smile, "Go and inform the disciples of Lord Liuyun and tell them the truth. Hint to them that Lord Liuyun is like a candle in the wind at the moment and anyone can get involved!"

Liu Shuibin's eyes flashed, and he answered with a fist: "Yes, but Senior Sister will be promoted soon. If we destroy Liuyun Mansion Lord now..."

He said this very slowly.

Taoist Wan Zhi chuckled and whispered, "Don't worry, I am not old and confused yet. His soul will be preserved until your senior sister is promoted."

"Now that the Lord of Liuyun Mansion has... then, after Senior Sister is successfully promoted, will it be possible for her to compete for the second seat in the Dao Palace?"

"There are two fourth-level masters, Yunsong and Baiwan, in the Underground Cavern Gate, so now it depends on the choices of the True Lords. I'm afraid that Lord Changqing has already been summoned by the True Lords."

"This matter is decided by Lord Changqing? What about the extra quota for the fourth realm?"

"You think too much. Just practice with peace of mind. What belongs to you will be yours!"

"Yes!"

...

Taoist Wan Zhi had similar thoughts. When Wang Ping left Wolong Mountain, his prayer to Yuanwu Zhenjun was answered. Yuanwu Zhenjun told him to go to the Taoist temple hidden at the foot of the mountain on Ningzhou Road.

In just over ten breaths, Wang Ping landed beside a stream deep in the jungle on the north side of the steep mountain. The sound of the flowing stream was very pleasant. The scent of the fragrant grass and flowers in the jungle made Wang Ping turn his head and look around, then looked at the small courtyard not far ahead, and a familiar trance came into his consciousness.

Wang Ping calmed himself down and walked carefully towards the gate of the courtyard, while Yu Lian hid herself obediently in her sleeves. When she approached the gate, the trance-like feeling disappeared just like before. There was only a wooden table in the courtyard, just like the last time she came here. However, this time, some farm tools were placed on the wooden table instead of tea sets and gourds.

The middle-aged man next to the wooden table was conscientiously weaving a backpack with vines. He had black hair, most of which was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and the other part was scattered on his shoulders.

"Junior Changqing, greetings to Master Yuanwu!"

Wang Ping clasped his fists and bowed, and Yu Lian also poked half of her head out and bowed to show her obedience.

Yuan Wu Zhenjun turned to look at Wang Ping, smoothed down his beard tied with braids on his chest, and said casually, "Come in."

Wang Ping hurried into the yard and stood three feet away from Yuanwu Zhenjun, glancing at the changing environment around him. The wind blowing in his face brought with it the fragrance of rice fields, which was emitted by the rice ears in the fertile fields next to the yard.

"The Northwest region has lost a Palace Lord, and the Dao lineage will not be able to continue. The True Lords have personally inquired about this matter and confirmed that it was an accident, but this accident was very strange!"

"However, I am not interested in the story behind Liuyun's death. What I am interested in is that the Jimin Society is doing well in the northwest region, and you have a good relationship with the Jimin Society. In addition, the northwest region is the birthplace of the dragon vein of the Datong Marquisate, and you are the ancestor of the Datong royal family. How about this, you temporarily assist in managing the northwest region."

"Yes!"

Deep down, Wang Ping didn't want to get involved in this mess, but since Master Yuanwu had already given the order, he had no room for bargaining.

Yuanwu Zhenjun was very satisfied with Wang Ping's attitude and reminded him, "Besides Wan Zhi, there are two other fourth-level cultivators in the underground cave. They will probably be dissatisfied with this arrangement. You don't have to worry about anything. If they make trouble, you can take the opportunity to convict them and send them to serve at the border."

Wang Ping continued to clasp his fists and said, "Yes!"

Although he knew that Yuanwu Zhenjun deliberately used him as bait to lure the two fourth-level cultivators of the Diku Gate into a fight, he had no power to refuse.

"And then..."

Yuan Wu Zhenjun gently waved his left hand, and three jade slips suddenly appeared on the wooden table where the farm tools were placed. "The Taiyin Sect, Yuqing Sect, and Vajra Temple openly besieged the two seats of the Taoist Palace. They should be punished. Select one fourth-level cultivator from each of the Taiyin Sect, Yuqing Sect, and Vajra Temple, and send them to the border to serve for five hundred years!"

This is about the siege of Ao Hong.

When Wang Ping stepped forward to take the three jade slips, he heard Yuanwu Zhenjun continue to say: "Since Taiyin Sect and Vajra Temple are upholding tradition, they should pay the price for their mistakes. You can directly give two of the jade slips to Kaiyun and Cangji and let them choose their own people. As for Yuqing Sect, you can handle it yourself!"

Well, after Ao Hong was besieged, Wang Ping had originally planned to stop interfering with the Yuqing Sect, but now he is unable to get away. (End of this chapter)