There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

To the north of Hushan Kingdom, at the junction with Haizhou Road, on the top of an unnamed mountain deep in the jungle, there seems to be a magnificent palace in the gap between the vast sea of ​​clouds. The palace is surrounded by cranes, and fairy air emerges from the clouds from time to time.

There is a huge rooftop in front of the palace. Standing on the rooftop, you can observe Haicheng hundreds of kilometers away, as well as the prosperity of Haizhou Road and the caravans traveling across the border.

It was already late at night, and two people were chatting with wine glasses at the rooftop fence. They were Zixuan and Yu Heng who had returned from Qianmu Temple.

"The aged wine in the Changqing cellar is indeed a rare fine wine, which is a pity." Yu Heng raised the wine glass and toasted the silent jungle in the night.

"He and we are not the same kind of people. If we get entangled too much, it will be disadvantageous to both of us. You have to learn to keep your distance from him!" Zixuan picked up the wine jug beside him and poured the wine directly into his mouth. He was wearing the most popular short shirt in Hushan Kingdom at the moment, and his hair was casually tied with a gray silk brocade. He looked like a bohemian scholar.

Yu Heng was also dressed casually, wearing only a gray gown with narrow sleeves. Hearing this, he picked up another wine jug beside him and filled it with wine. He drank the wine and asked, "When are you leaving?"

"In three days, I will take my disciples away and leave this troubled place!"

"So urgent?"

"There is nothing here that I miss anymore. Let them make as much noise as they want. I will just out of sight and out of mind from now on."

Yu Heng fell silent. Looking at the vast land under the night sky, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes. He sighed and said, "Has it really come to this? It's such a pity to lose such a beautiful land."

"The situation this time is more difficult to grasp than when humanity rose. I can't see through it, so I don't want to get involved. Since the outer border wants us to serve, we will obey their wishes."

"I'm afraid the outside world is not stable either."

"The biggest problem outside the domain is the internal conflicts of the Star God Alliance. As long as we ignore them, basically nothing will happen. Even if they fight, we can hide. Outer space is huge."

Yu Heng fell silent for a long time, and then asked, "Can they find the right way this time?"

Zixuan sneered and said disdainfully: "Only a saint can save this world. Ants like us are just a speck of dust in the universe."

"So, looking for the saint's trace is the only way out?"

"Yes, only saints can save this sick world. We are just a group of pitiful people exiled to the corner of the universe..." He stopped talking and turned to look at the prosperity inside and outside the Jinlou in Huiping County on the border of Haizhou Road. "The short-lived prosperity is just like the moon in the well. What's the use? We can't get out of this starry sky. Everything is in vain."

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"In the final analysis, the Jiutian Pavilion is nothing but a group of cowards. They don't even have the courage to solve the problem."

At the mountaintop garden temple of Qianmu Temple, after Zixuan and Yu Heng left, Wang Ping came to the pavilion at the edge and chatted with Yu Lian while admiring the moon. The topic was naturally Zixuan and Yu Heng.

While soaking some dried locust tree flowers in the wine, Yu Lian reminded Wang Ping: "Cowards may look harmless at ordinary times, but they can easily do bad things at critical moments."

Wang Ping smiled indifferently, "I am just a nobody now, and I haven't done anything. Even if they want to do something bad, they can't do it to me."

"That's true, but you are no longer a nobody."

As the two of them chatted, their tone became more relaxed. Time passed by unnoticed, and soon it was time for Wang Ping to enter into meditation.

The calico cat appeared silently after Wang Ping entered into meditation, and then it soared into the sky together with Yu Lian, and disappeared in the garden in the blink of an eye.

The night passed in a flash.

Wang Ping woke up from his meditation and strolled along the forest path in the Taoist temple. After breakfast, he saw Yu Lian coming back and invited her to take a walk around Zhonghui City at the foot of the mountain.

It was already noon when they returned to the temple on the top of the mountain. Wang Ping sat cross-legged with Yu Lian under the old locust tree, thinking about an extremely important matter, which was the four-level quota for the Diku Gate given to him by Yuanwu Zhenjun.

True Lord Diwen of the Underground Cave Sect is in a very bad state now and is in a deep sleep most of the time. The quota for the four realms, like that of the Taiyan Sect, requires intervention from other True Lords. True Lord Yuanwu cannot act arbitrarily. The reason why he was able to take out the quota that had been available for thousands of years from the Underground Cave Sect this time is probably because no one has taken it up for too long, causing the other True Lords to lose patience and want to try other methods.

The first thing Wang Ping thought of was to let his puppet seize this spot. In this way, he could even use the light curtain panel to help the puppet advance. As long as there were no major mistakes in the middle, it would be possible to advance to the fourth level within a thousand years.

However, he didn't know whether the other True Lords would allow him to act so recklessly. One must know that True Lord Huishan wanted to turn all the people in the world into puppets, which led to his current fate. He didn't think he could compare with True Lord Huishan.

He discussed it with Yu Lian, who replied, "It's just one place in the fourth realm. Take you now, for example, would you care about one place in the third realm? Even if there are many places in the third realm, then, let me put it another way, would you care about ten places in the third realm? Moreover, what Huishan Zhenjun wants to control is the spirituality of the world. Can you compare with him?"

Wang Ping nodded. He could naturally think of this, but when others said it, he would be more convinced. However, if the puppet he controlled really advanced to the fourth level, the cause and effect he would have to bear would not decrease, but would increase instead.

If he reaches a cooperation with the Underground Cave Gate and uses this quota as a bargaining chip to negotiate some conditions with it, not only will his karma not increase, but he can transfer some of the karma he bears to the Underground Cave Gate.

"Isn't there another one, Zhigong? There is a high probability that her promotion will not be a problem. After all, she has the support of her master. When it comes to the last resort, Taoist Wanzhi can transfer the earth spirit in her body to Zhigong, and she is also prepared to die at any time!"

Yu Lian confirmed what Wang Ping was thinking again, "You not only have a fourth-level quota, but also a second-level seat. As a newly promoted fourth-level person, Zhi Gong will definitely not be able to refuse your proposal. Just like Wan Zhi did in the past, take her to see Yuan Wu Zhen Jun."

Wang Ping couldn't help but smile, "You do think about it."

Yu Lian asked rudely, "Haven't you thought of that?" Wang Ping ignored Yu Lian's question and said, "So you support me using puppets to try for the fourth level of the Cave Gate?"

Yu Lian did not answer this question. She stuck out her tongue, stared into Wang Ping's eyes, and deliberately lowered her voice. She asked in a mysterious tone, "Tell me, among the five Xuanmen sects and the two Tianmen sects, are there any puppets of Taiyan sect monks that have been promoted to the fourth level?"

This question didn't seem to be a big deal at first, but Wang Ping's soul couldn't help but tremble a little when he thought about it deeply. But then he calmed down and responded with some self-mockery: "You True Lords will not allow such a thing to happen, so, what you mean is that I'd better not use puppets?"

Yu Lian rose into the sky and said, "I didn't say that you should make your own decisions about your own affairs!" After that, she turned into a stream of light and flew towards Sanhe Prefecture.

Wang Ping looked at Yu Lian who was leaving, his body slowly leaning down, and lying on the spiritual grass beside the coffee table. Then he slowed down his thoughts and thought about the matter carefully.

After a while, he activated the puppet in the courtyard and asked the puppet to come and make tea for him.

When the puppet lit the fire, Wang Ping stood up and picked up a dry branch beside him, then waved his hand gently. The spiritual grass in front of him dried up quickly, and the moisture on the ground also evaporated quickly, forming a piece of sand in a blink of an eye. He wrote and drew on the sand.

Time passed slowly, and a pot of tea was drunk without him noticing. The sand in front of Wang Ping was already filled with various names. He looked at these names and chuckled, then made a decision!

The situation in this world is ever-changing and unpredictable. It will be different every few hundred years. Judging from the current situation, there will definitely be big changes in a few hundred years, and the current situation will definitely be very different from now. Zixuan and Yu Heng saw this, so they thought of going to the border outside the territory to avoid this big change, and then reap the benefits!
In this way, Wang Ping can make two preparations. First, he can select some young talents from the underground cave sect of the southern Taoist school and train them to perfection in the third realm. If the future situation remains as stagnant as it is now, he will transfer his karma and allocate the fourth realm quota to those he has trained.
The second is to use his puppet to cultivate the secret method of the Underground Cave Gate to the third level of perfection. If the situation becomes chaotic in the future and the True Lords have no time to pay attention to a small figure like him, he will promote his puppet in order to gain more powerful strength.

After thinking it over carefully, Wang Ping couldn't help but feel anticipation for a great change between heaven and earth. At this moment, he realized why there were always people in the world looking forward to chaos, because many things needed to be planned in chaos.

After figuring all this out, Wang Ping sat up straight and waved his hand to disperse the sand beside him. Soon, spiritual herbs grew out again. He then controlled the puppet to return to the courtyard and fall asleep again. He then summoned the "Dongtian Mirror" to select the right puppet to practice the "Earth Sutra" of the Dikumen.

The most suitable person at the moment is undoubtedly Li Hui, the puppet placed by Wang Ping next to Wen Hai, but many people know his connection with Qianmu Temple. Although the other disciples of Pingdong Sect will not say anything on the surface, they definitely have some resentment in their hearts.

The only thing to do is to re-create some puppets with clean backgrounds, let them participate in the annual competition held by the various branches of the Diku Sect, and then let them join the Diku Sect. Normally, they don't need to spy on information, they just need to concentrate and cultivate their minds.

Wang Ping thought of this and flashed to the dungeon of the barrier formation inside the door. As his spiritual consciousness spread, he quickly locked onto the two corpses with intact meridians.

One day later.

Two puppets with medium bones were made. At this moment, the coastal areas were full of refugees, so the identity problem was the easiest to solve and it would not be easy for people to find out their origins.

Wang Ping named the two puppets Wang Xi and Liu Lan. These two surnames are currently major surnames in the south and it is easier to arrange some educated identities for them. After he secretly arranged the two puppets among the refugees, he erased their memories of Qianmu Temple. From then on, they would only be Wang Xi and Liu Lan.

After taking care of the puppet issue, the only thing left was to select the cultivators in the Diku Gate who had the real potential to be promoted to the fourth realm. The first person Wang Ping considered was definitely the disciples of the Pingdong Gate. Wen Hai was one of them, and then the disciples of Taoist Wu. As for the existing cultivators in the third realm, none of them were within his consideration.

Wen Hai was already preparing for the promotion to the third realm, and Taoist Wu was most likely about to run out of energy, so Wang Ping asked Liu Shuang to send disciples to call Taoist Wu to Qianmu Temple to have a good chat with this old senior.

While Wang Ping was waiting for Taoist Wu, Lord Rongyang sent another message with just a few words in it: Ningshan Street, Sanpin Teahouse.

At this time, Wang Ping remembered that when he just returned to Qianmu Temple, Lord Rongyang asked him to meet in Shangning City. He remembered that he did not reply at that time, but Lord Rongyang took his silence as a tacit consent.

After a little consideration, Wang Ping called the sleeping Yu Lian and appeared on a small hill outside Shangning City in an instant. From here you can see the huge Shangning Lake. Shangning City is at the entrance of the mountains west of the lake. Outside the city are endless plateau wheat fields, which seem to give people unlimited hope.

A river about ten feet wide runs through the wheat field, with countless tributaries extending out to nourish the land!

This place is different from the south. Apart from the wheat fields, there are only rocks and loess, or desertified land. Occasionally, you can see some unknown trees dotted on the loess.

"Do you feel it? There is most likely a corpse of an ancient creature at the bottom of Shangning Lake. It nourishes this land with its own spiritual water veins. No, the lake it created nourishes most of Zhongzhou!"

Yu Lian's voice rang out in Wang Ping's spiritual sea.

Wang Ping could naturally feel it, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, because paying attention now would not get him an answer, but would only create more questions.

He made hand gestures and changed into the blue Taoist robe of an ordinary Qigong practitioner. He walked down the hill with Yu Lian and soon they came into a straight road leading to the city. There were occasional cultivated wheat fields on both sides of the straight road. There were some militiamen patrolling nearby to prevent passers-by on the straight road from destroying the wheat fields. According to the notices on both sides of the road, destroying wheat fields here would result in a prison sentence of at least six months.

Half an hour later.

Wang Ping arrived at the city gate. The gate looked very small from a distance, but it was five meters high when he got closer. Because Wang Ping was alone and had a Taoist badge on his waist, the soldiers guarding the city let him go through the middle gate directly and only charged a symbolic five copper coins as an entrance fee.

The buildings in the city are mainly made of rammed earth, and most of them are only one-story, which makes the tall castle built with huge stones in the center of the city particularly eye-catching.

Wang Ping listened carefully and soon after entering the city he found out where Ningshan Street was. It was a main street connecting to the South City Gate. Wang Ping walked slowly for another half an hour. It was almost noon when he saw the sign of "Sanpin Teahouse" at the entrance of the street.

The teahouse is a combination of rammed earth and wooden buildings. The first floor is rammed earth and the second floor is wooden. The combination is quite beautiful.

The first floor is the hall. There are no storytellers and no one performing operas. The guests gather around the eight-immortal tables to drink tea and chat. The tea is served in large bowls. The tea tables are placed with cut bread and some dried fruits.

They were talking so loudly that it sounded like they were arguing.

When Wang Ping pushed the door open, he could sense the aura that Lord Rongyang had deliberately released. He looked up and saw Lord Rongyang standing by a window in a private room on the second floor in a blue linen Taoist robe. (End of this chapter)