There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

After Wang Ping agreed, Yuanwu Zhenjun picked up the woven basket in his hand and looked at it in the sunlight.

Wang Ping lowered his head and waited quietly for further instructions, but at this moment he really hoped that the matter would end here and there would be no further disturbances.

After a long while, Yuanwu Zhenjun looked at the basket in his hand and seemed very satisfied. He turned to look at Wang Ping who was waiting and said, "Everything in the world must have flaws. There must be failures after success. If you only think about perfection, you will achieve nothing in the end."

"A long time ago, my master once told me that when you are satisfied with everything, you must also be the emptiest. But will everyone, including the high and mighty True Lords, stop their pursuit?"

Yuan Wu's words made Wang Ping raise his head slightly, and his mind couldn't help but recall what the saints in the previous life said: Great success seems like a deficiency, but its use is not exhausted; great fullness seems like a rush, but its use is endless; great straightness seems like bending, great cleverness seems like clumsiness, great eloquence seems like silence; restlessness overcomes coldness, and stillness overcomes heat; purity and tranquility are the right way for the world.

Although there are some differences, the principles they express are similar. There are also similar principles and annotations in "Tianren Annotations".

After Yuanwu Zhenjun finished speaking, he continued, "If Taoist Wanzhi's disciple can successfully advance to the fourth realm within a hundred years, she can be considered for the second seat in the Taoist Palace. In addition, the remaining fourth realm position in the Diku Sect will be given to you to investigate and see who in the world is qualified to obtain this position."

This time, Zhi Gong was promoted using the quota of her master, Taoist Wan Zhi, and the Diku Gate already had a quota for the fourth realm, which no one had filled. As for Lord Liuyun's quota, he is currently in the state of primordial spirit, so he cannot be considered as such for the time being, and he should be safe for a long time.

This quota seemed to be a reward for Wang Ping's work, but no one in the Underground Cave Gate had succeeded in the past thousand years. Even if he was asked to choose someone, he probably wouldn't be able to do anything. And even if his plan succeeded, the people who were promoted would not be his, unless he...

He shook his head to suppress the thought.

It is better to have something than nothing. A fourth-level quota can plan a lot of things.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ping immediately clasped his fists and said, "Yes, I will keep an eye on the talents of the Diku Gate and look for suitable people for promotion."

Yuanwu Zhenjun just nodded slightly, then put down the basket in his hand and said, "That's all. You can leave now. Remember, the affairs of the world are now on your shoulders. Think twice before you act."

"Yes, I will follow the Master's teachings!"

Wang Ping bowed and then decisively left the courtyard. The moment he left the courtyard, he immediately felt dazed, and the scene in front of his sight and soul turned into a dense jungle.

However, the stream was still there. Wang Ping retreated to the edge of the stream and turned to look at himself in the stream. He was wearing a blue Taoist robe with narrow sleeves. He looked very young, with a face unique to southern men, with a relatively flat face, a slightly pointed jaw, and a slightly wide nose. Due to his long-term practice, his expression was a bit casual and unrestrained.

Looking again, the jade crown on his head is pure white and translucent, the pattern of Qianmuguan on the collar of his Taoist robe is embroidered vividly, the jade belt around his waist makes him look like a nobleman, and the rain lotus that has emerged from his sleeves and lies on his shoulders makes him look more mysterious and weird.

"What are you looking at?" Yu Lian asked.

"Look at what I really look like."

When Wang Ping responded, he immersed himself in the wood spirit between heaven and earth, and then he turned into a stream of light and flew out of the mountains with Yu Lian, hovering in the sky above an unknown town on Ningzhou Road.

"I want to rest for a while. Please lead me for the rest of the journey!" Wang Ping said, looking at the vast land below.

"I will handle it!"

While Yu Lian was speaking, he restored his original form and swung his tail towards the ground below. Suddenly, heavy rain fell. Wang Ping looked at the people on the ground who were looking for places to shelter from the rain. He flipped over and landed on Yu Lian's big head. He lay down against the scales on his head and stared at the sun in the sky in a daze.

"Let's go~"

Yu Lian plunged into the sea of ​​clouds and flew slowly against the southerly breeze.

Wang Ping watched the sun gradually set in the sky and the night slowly fell. When it was completely dark, he stood up and asked, "Hasn't it arrived yet?"

As he asked, his spiritual consciousness spread. At this moment, he was in the territory of Jinhuai Prefecture on Nanlin Road. The first thing he noticed was the Six Hearts Sect. At this moment, the gate of the Six Hearts Sect was closed, cutting off contact with the outside world. An internal competition was being held in the sect.

"almost there!"

When Yu Lian's voice sounded, the speed of flight increased. As a rich aura of water spirit emerged, it flew over the territory of Jinhuai Prefecture in just a moment.

More than half an hour later.

Wang Ping sensed the familiar Qianmu Mountain. He stood up and faced the strong wind. More than ten breaths later, he appeared above the top of Qianmu Mountain under the leadership of Yu Lian.

At this moment, the inner and outer gates of Qianmu Temple were very quiet, with only a few disciples practicing hard in the martial arts training ground. Most of the masters in the inner gate's dojo were preaching to their disciples. Liu Shuang in the front hall was still busy handling the sect's internal affairs, and her apprentice Yang Rong was taking care of the disciples and dojo of her lineage.

Xia Wenyi, who was in seclusion, was still in a state of meditation, his breathing was steady and long. There were several disciples in his temple who were practicing hard in the spirit gathering formation, they were all members of the Xia family.

The loudest movement was in the river channel of the Water Courtyard, where several spirit snakes of the Spirit Snake Clan were playing around. After spending some time together, the members of the Spirit Snake Clan and the disciples of Qianmu Temple had already become familiar with each other. The Water Courtyard had plenty of water spirit energy, and from time to time some spirit snakes would swim over from Sanhe Prefecture to play.

Wang Ping's body slowly rose into the air and he glanced at the brightly lit Zhonghui City. There was singing and dancing in the city, but outside the city there was a refugee resettlement area stretching for dozens of kilometers. The tsunami caused by the siege of Ao Hong submerged many towns in Shang'an Prefecture, and the people affected by the disaster subconsciously gathered towards Zhonghui City.

At this moment, there were more than 300,000 refugees gathered outside Zhonghui City. The officials of Zhonghui City chose to open warehouses to provide relief to the victims as soon as possible. The wealthy families nearby also contributed manpower and effort, and the situation was initially under control.

People in most other coastal towns are not so lucky, and mobs have even appeared in some areas.

Wang Ping was powerless to do anything about this human disaster at this moment. He felt the resentment and dissatisfaction of the refugees and could only sigh. Then, facing the chaotic air currents between heaven and earth, he flipped over in the air and landed steadily next to the old locust tree in the garden Taoist temple. Yu Lian followed him and landed on the branch of the locust tree.

"Meow~"

The calico cat, which had not been seen for a long time, called softly when Wang Ping fell. She was lying on Wang Ping's futon next to the coffee table. When Yu Lian saw her, she immediately spit out a mouthful of water bullet. The calico cat dodged it, appeared behind Yu Lian, and bit Yu Lian's tail.

Wang Ping helplessly performed a "cleaning technique" to clean the water stains on the cushion, then walked over and sat cross-legged, and soon he entered a state of meditation.

After Wang Ping entered into meditation, Yu Lian and the calico cat transformed into two streams of light and flew out of the dojo towards the Water Courtyard. Soon, two bonfires were lit on both sides of the river in the Water Courtyard. Two Water Courtyard disciples on duty were cleaning fish and shrimps and preparing seasonings for grilling them. They were all lay disciples of the Water Courtyard who were found by Yu Lian.

Less than half an hour later.

When the grilled fish was cooked, a civil war broke out among the spirit snakes by the river. Yu Lian was cheering on the side like a big sister, while the calico cat found a good opportunity, grabbed a grilled fish, climbed up a nearby tree, and ate while watching the show.

Time passed quickly as the spirit snakes were having fun. Before they knew it, sunlight appeared on the horizon. After playing all night, Yu Lian flew up into the sky and returned to the mountaintop temple. She landed on a branch of the old locust tree. After carefully looking at Wang Ping in meditation for a while, she slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.

At three quarters past noon, Wang Ping woke up from his meditation. He first looked up at Yu Lian who was sleeping on a branch, then called the disciples outside the Taoist temple and asked them to prepare breakfast for him.

A quarter of an hour later, Guan Qi personally brought breakfast. The breakfast was quite rich, with a bowl of meat porridge, a plate of small green vegetables, and three vegetable buns. When Wang Ping was halfway through eating, the calico cat jumped to the side of the coffee table and lay down, staring at him motionlessly. She waited until Wang Ping let her smell the vegetable buns before she slowly left. After finishing breakfast, Wang Ping walked to the pavilion on the edge of the area and played Go alone. At this moment, he threw away all his troubles.

When a chess game was in the middle stage, Liu Shuang landed next to the pavilion. With a bark, her dog ran as fast as it could towards the old locust tree to play with the calico cat and Yu Lian.

"What's the matter?"

Wang Ping took the initiative to ask Liu Shuang after he entered the pavilion, and then called him, "Come and sit down and talk."

Liu Shuang came over but did not sit down. She clasped her fists and said, "Master, the disciple of the Seventh Prince of Linshui Prefecture came to our Qianmu Temple to seek refuge."

"Your thoughts?"

Wang Ping didn't look at Liu Shuang. He casually placed a piece and asked casually.

Liu Shuang's eyes also looked at the chessboard following the piece Wang Ping dropped. Although the chessboard had already reached the middle, the black and white pieces were still leisurely managing their respective territories, with no intention of charging.

"Sheltering them is just a matter of convenience, and we just happen to be short of manpower."

Liu Shuang said what was in his mind.

Wang Ping nodded, made another move and said, "In that case, let's do as you say."

Liu Shuang nodded and said "yes", and then continued: "They brought a person, it was Yue Ziyu that Master was looking for before. He is currently imprisoned in our dungeon. Senior Yuanzheng went to see him a few days ago."

Wang Ping looked up at Liu Shuang and asked in surprise, "How many years has he been imprisoned?"

"I heard from Daoist Hongze that he had been in seclusion before you, Master, entered the fourth realm. If you calculate the time, it should be nearly 150 years!"

"Master Yuanzheng has seen him. What did he say?"

"He wants to meet Master. Senior Yuanzheng asked me to bring a message to you."

"Forget about meeting me. Time has diluted everything. In fact, he was just helpless back then. Now that he has been imprisoned for so many years, he has redeemed his sins. For the sake of your master, let him go."

"Yes!"

Liu Shuang nodded.

When she was about to leave, Wang Ping stopped her and took out two of the three jade slips given to him by Yuanwu Zhenjun from his storage bag. He instructed: "Ask your disciples to send one of the two jade slips to the Taiyin Sect and give it to Taoist Cangji, and the other to the Vajra Temple and give it to Master Kaiyun."

Upon hearing this, Liu Shuang solemnly took the jade slip.

Wang Ping took out two more visiting cards, mobilized the wood spirit to print words on them, and then instructed: "This is the visiting card. Remember, your disciples must do this."

Liu Shuang put away the jade slip and stepped forward to take the visiting card.

Wang Ping continued to instruct: “Send our disciples to find a mountain with good terrain in the northwest to build a Taoist temple, which will be used for our preaching in the northwest.”

Liu Shuangman was puzzled. After thinking for a while, he asked, "What if the disciples of the Underworld Gate are in trouble?"

"You can work with the disciples of the Diku Sect in Haizhou Road to do this. In addition, the northwest region is where the royal family started their army, so they should also be interested."

"Lord Liuyun's side..."

"Lord Liuyun will not appear again. If there are any cultivators who claim to be from the fourth realm of the Underworld Gate who are causing trouble, you can use the name of the Dao Palace to suppress them. If they do not respect the Dao Palace, record their words and deeds and report them to the Second Seat Meeting."

When Liu Shuang heard these words, her hands began to tremble. She couldn't help but think of the tsunami that had occurred along the coast and the disappearance of the Seventh Prince. Now another Lord of the Mansion "won't appear again", which made her feel a shudder of fear, because she had not received any information in this regard before.

In her perception, the world was originally peaceful, without any signs of unrest, whereas the monks from the four realms were already fighting to the death.

"You don't have to think too much, this is an accident!"

"Accident?"

"Yes, an unexpected surprise that no one would have expected."

Wang Ping placed several pieces in succession, then observed the changes in the chessboard. He seemed dissatisfied with the situation, so he removed the piece he had just placed and asked, "Who has the final say over at Linshui Prefecture now?"

"It is managed by several princes, and the third prince makes the final decision."

"This is a difficult person to deal with. Will it have any impact on us?"

"For now, there is no impact. Our caravans can still travel freely on the sea, but I guess this situation will not last long. The reason why most of the north-south trade routes are now transported by sea is because it can save a lot of costs. Since the establishment of the Dao Palace, the taxation of various checkpoints in the Central Continent has been planned by the Dao Palace, and the Third Prince has always been an opponent of this decision."

"Don't worry about him. Some things cannot be easily changed even if the Third Prince takes the throne. If he insists on doing it his own way, he will be courting death!" Wang Ping was looking forward to the Third Prince going against the Second Council, so that he could do something legitimately. He glanced at Liu Shuang and asked, "What else?"

"Originally, the inner sect competition held by our southern sects every ten years was supposed to be held in Linshui Prefecture this time, but now it seems that it is not feasible."

"Don't think the Third Prince is so stupid. Just send someone to communicate normally. Is there anything else?"

"Our disciples entering Linshui Prefecture will face stricter screening than before. In addition, I heard that local officials appointed by the court have begun to submit their resignations in large numbers in the past two days!"

In the next quarter of an hour, Wang Ping and his disciple Liu Shuang had a brief exchange on the changes in the situation in Linshui Prefecture.

After Liu Shuang left, Wang Ping was too lazy to use the 'Dongtian Realm' to check the situation in the Southeast Islands. He was playing chess alone until noon when Lord Rongyang sent him a message using a communication token, asking him to meet in Changning City in the northwest region in three days.

Wang Ping did not reply immediately. When he asked someone to serve lunch, Taoist Yuanzheng came to the gate of the Taoist temple to ask for an audience. He brought Wang Ping a piece of unexpected news: Yuqing Sect's Zixuan Mansion Master actually wanted to come and pay him a visit. (End of this chapter)