There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Lord Rongyang was the only one in the private room. He enthusiastically boiled water and made tea when Wang Ping came in.

The common people and monks in Shangning Road all like to drink big bowls of tea. The tea leaves are first boiled in water. After the water turns golden yellow, those with worse conditions can add some salt. Those with better conditions can add some pre-ground spice powder.

"There are hundreds of large and small salt mines on the snowy mountains. Some of them even contain spiritual energy. Would you like to give it a try, fellow Daoist?" Lord Rongyang was holding a crystal bottle in his hand, which contained a pinch of salt. This pinch of salt emitted a faint colorful light.

"unnecessary!"

Wang Ping shook his head and refused. He hated licking salt or spices in tea. Yu Lian was very interested and said, "I'll try."

Lord Rongyang smiled and lifted up the crystal bottle, then poured a little into the tea bowl in front of Yu Lian. Suddenly, beautiful little rainbows appeared on the surface of the golden tea.

Yu Lian looked at him curiously for a while with her vertical pupils, then she rolled up the tea bowl with her tail and swallowed the hot tea in the bowl in one gulp.

"It just has a salty taste, but nothing special."

She tilted her head and looked at Lord Rongyang's comment. Perhaps in her imagination, drinking such tea should give birth to some spiritual energy in her body.

Rongyang Mansion Lord laughed loudly and poured some salt into his own tea bowl. Then he picked it up and drank the whole bowl of tea like Yulian did. When he put down the tea bowl, he said, "Taste is a personal preference. When southern tea was not popular, people all over the world drank tea this way. Now only the northwest region still retains this tradition."

"Is it because the salt here is cheaper?"

Yulian asked.

Rongyang Mansion Lord nodded, "Yes, the Northwest region is actually very rich. Local merchants use cheap salt to exchange for many valuable items, such as spices from the Demon Realm, and then sell them to other regions in Zhongzhou. The profit in the middle is more than dozens of times."

Seeing Lord Rongyang introducing the Northwest region as if it were his own home, Wang Ping then remembered that originally the Northwest region was governed by Lord Rongyang and Lord Liuyun at the same time. Later, Lord Xiaoshan planned the realm of Zhenjun, the Zhenyang Sect withdrew from the Zhongzhou continent and moved its headquarters to the north, and Lord Rongyang's power gradually withdrew from the Northwest.

Wang Ping picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. The tea was very refreshing, and then he could feel a hint of bitterness, like diluted medicine. This is Yin tea unique to the northwest region, picked from the Xiyin tree. The bark of the Xiyin tree can be used as medicine, which has the effect of clearing heat and detoxifying, but it is very bitter. The leaves are used to make tea, and the bitterness is relatively lighter.

"I have a question. Who caused the chaos in the northwest three hundred years ago? Lord Xiaoshan should not have been able to influence the decision of you and Lord Liuyun at that time, right?"

Wang Ping raised his doubts in person.

Lord Rongyang put down the tea in his hand and turned to look towards the window. The noise in the hall came in through the window, proving that it was very lively here at the moment.

"Time flies. It's been more than three hundred years."

"This is only for us. Mortals have gone through dozens of generations, and the Xia Dynasty has become the Great Tong Kingdom!"

Yu Lian interjected.

Lord Rongyang stood up and walked to the window, looking at the mortals below who were in the endless sea of ​​suffering, and said, "I am very glad that I did not choose to join the army to fight against the demons, but chose to join the True Yang Sect to practice Taoism..."

He paused here, looking at the noisy hall below. After a silence of more than ten breaths, he continued the topic he started with: "Before we reached the fourth realm, we always felt that the world was very big. But when we reached the fourth realm, we found that the world was very small. We could easily fly from one end of the continent to the other by just turning over."

"But there are too many questions in this small world. When I first ascended, I was almost driven out of control by all kinds of questions. For example, the corpse of the ancient giant beast at the bottom of Shangning Lake, what exactly are the spiritual creatures scattered throughout outer space, and what is the Heavenly Dao? Is He a person, or something else?"

"What are the five elements spirits? What are the memories we gained when we were promoted? Why do we exist in this prison-like starry sky? Are there other monks in the starry sky outside?"

"Sometimes I even wonder if we will be erased silently one day. Do saints really exist? If they don't exist, why do they appear in our memories? Why do we have to worship them when we are born? Who has instilled these memories in us?"

"When I enter a state of meditation, these troubling questions occasionally come to mind. Some of them become more frightening the more I think about them."

Lord Rongyang turned his head and looked at Wang Ping. "We, the fourth-level cultivators, may seem invincible in this world, but to the universe, we are as weak as an ant."

"Are you afraid because you are weak?"

Yu Lian was so absorbed in listening that she asked subconsciously when she heard this.

Lord Rongyang shook his head. "I am afraid of the unknown, and I will die with my eyes open because of the doubts in my heart. Sometimes I envy mortals. They don't know the grandeur of the universe, and they can treat themselves as human beings every day."

Hearing this, Wang Ping picked up the teacup and took a big sip of tea, then said, "Fellow Daoist, your words are a bit too pretentious. This is not something you should say."

This is a bit serious.

Lord Rongyang smiled indifferently, "As long as we are human, we can't avoid foreign sentiments. The fact that I can make you say this proves that I am a human being. Lord Liuyun also has human nature. It's a pity that I can't become friends with him."

As he spoke, he picked up the teacup and saluted the sky through the window, then took a big gulp of tea.

"bang"

The teacup fell on the table, and Lord Rongyang sat down again, saying, "In the future, if fellow Taoist tells me that I want to be promoted to the realm of True Lord, I will definitely help you with all my strength. Not only me, but most of the cultivators in the world will also help you with all their strength!"

He said this with great momentum, but then he smiled self-deprecatingly: "Unfortunately, there is very little we can do. Very little indeed."

Yu Lian rolled up the teapot with her tail and poured herself some tea while asking, "Have you ever thought about getting promoted?"

"I think about it day and night, but it's a pity that I can only think about it!"

"why?"

"I can barely maintain the fire spirit in my body during cultivation, so how can I be qualified to advance to the realm of the True Lord?" Lord Rongyang first glanced at Yu Lian, then looked at Wang Ping and said, "Although there are hundreds of cultivators in the fourth realm and star gods in the world, there are no more than a handful of people who are truly qualified to plan for the fifth realm!"

"Why?" Wang Ping asked.

"Because most people can't reach perfection in the fourth realm. Although many people claim to have achieved perfection, they are actually still one step away. Currently, there are only two people in the fourth realm who can reach this step. One is the master of Linshui Mansion, and the other is Master Minghui of Lingshan Temple. Three hundred years ago, there was Lord Xiaoshan Mansion, and one thousand two hundred years ago, there was you, the founder of Qianmu Temple, Senior Yuxiao!"

"Which step is missing?"

"The differences in cultivation methods are different, so I can't answer your question, and I can't tell you what I lack. This is not a question of trust." Wang Ping did not ask any more questions. Sometimes when people speak, they emphasize the unimportant things, which are the most important. So, it is still a question of trust. Yu Lian's vertical pupils cast a gaze on Lord Rongyang, as if she wanted to ask something on behalf of Wang Ping, but was stopped by Wang Ping in the spiritual sea.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

At this moment, Wang Ping already knew that Lord Rongyang came to him because he wanted to get a share of the pie in the northwest region, but as long as Lord Rongyang did not mention it, he would pretend not to know.

In the silent atmosphere, Yu Lian rolled up the bread on the table and took a bite.

"Click~"

After a crisp sound, Wang Ping and Rongyang Fujun subconsciously looked at Yulian. Yulian had a dough in her mouth and said in human language: "I didn't expect it to be crispy!"

Lord Rongyang continued, "Northwest pancakes are crispy and delicious when they are freshly cooked, and they go really well with tea. But after being left for too long, they become hard, and most people from other places can't get used to eating them."

As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand, and immediately, spots of golden light appeared on his left hand. That was the light of divine power. This light had a milky white halo, so it was the purest light of divine power. Only the most steadfast believers could produce such pure light of divine power.

"Excuse me, my fellow Taoist, but I have only cultivated my magic to the level of the Fantasy Kingdom of God."

Lord Rongyang looked at the divine light with a kind and gentle expression on his rough face. He said, "The people in the northwest are as tough as this land. It is important to plan for the northwest before planning for the world. It is a godsend for you to help manage the northwest now."

Wang Ping also stretched out his left hand and lightly tapped the table. Suddenly, dense golden lines appeared on the table. In a blink of an eye, they converged into a broken map of the northwest region. On this map, the undulating mountains near Shangning City were extremely clear, but other places were dim.

The Datong Marquisate was originally entrenched here. The Wang family and other clans with which the Wang family had intermarriage all flourished in this area without exception. The statue of Wang Ping in their palaces always occupied the best position.

Furthermore, Qianmu Temple and Sanhe Temple both sent disciples to preach here. Now, more than half of the Taoist temples near Shangning City are descendants of Qianmu Temple, and they also have a shrine to Wang Ping in their main halls.

It has been over a hundred years since Lord Liuyun returned to the northwest, and this area has always been a thorn in his heart. Unfortunately, before he could get rid of this thorn, he became history.

Lord Rongyang looked at the map on the table, his eyes flashing with envy, and then he said: "My Zhenyang Sect has always fulfilled the promises we made with fellow Taoists. There are hundreds of Taoist temples of all sizes in various places, and there must be a tablet for fellow Taoists in the main hall."

While listening to the believers' voices, Wang Ping looked at Lord Rongyang and said, "Where were you when Daoist Fellow Ao Hong was besieged?"

He asked directly, which is also a way of expressing trust.

Lord Rongyang said helplessly: "It was too late when I knew about this. If you feel upset, why don't we go to Linshui Mansion and settle the score with Ao Bing?"

Wang Ping was stunned. He had never thought that things could be done this way.

Lord Rongyang saw Wang Ping's confusion and said with a smile, "Everyone knows that I, Rongyang, have a bad temper. It's okay to do something out of line occasionally. You can just stand by and mediate. The Taiyin Sect and the Vajra Temple will definitely not interfere this time!"

He emphasized the words "persuade the fight".

Yu Lian swallowed the tea in front of her and asked, "Are we going now?"

"If you want, you can go now. We can also take this opportunity to beat him up so that he won't dare to break the conditions that Ao Hong agreed to on behalf of Linshui Prefecture."

"I should really talk to Ao Bing and see what the other two seats think!"

Wang Ping knew that Lord Rongyang was indicating that there was no agreement between him and Ao Bing. Of course, it was also possible that he was setting a trap, but the latter possibility was very small. Firstly, it was not in his current interest for him to do so, and secondly, it was extremely difficult to besiege a fourth-level Taiyan cultivator.

Upon hearing this, Lord Rongyang stood up, looked at Wang Ping and said, "What are you waiting for? I'll go meet him right away!"

He looked at Wang Ping with suspicion in his eyes, and added: "Although water controls fire in the five elements, it is very easy for me to cause trouble to him. Besides, I can't exert my full strength in his Linshui Mansion. Don't worry, I will never lose. At worst, it will be a draw!"

So, Wang Ping inexplicably took Yu Lian and Rong Yang Fujun out of the teahouse, and in an instant they arrived above the clouds in the southern sea area of ​​Zhongzhou continent.

In this area, Wang Ping can be regarded as a real local tyrant. The magic circle he set up in this sea area with puppets allows him to build a transfer space with just a thought.

"If I'm really in danger later, you must lend a helping hand!"

Lord Rongyang bowed to Wang Ping. When the time came, he finally began to worry.

Wang Ping stretched out his hand and pointed, and then a specially drawn "transfer talisman" appeared in front of him. He handed the talisman to Lord Rongyang and said, "I will build a transfer space in your battle area. When the time comes, you can take this talisman with you. You can transfer away within hundreds of kilometers with just a thought."

Upon hearing this, Lord Rongyang's eyes lit up, "What a good thing!"

Yu Lian said in Wang Ping's spiritual sea at this time: "His current state is very strange, and his human consciousness is obviously too strong, which is extremely disadvantageous for fire spirit practitioners!"

Wang Ping naturally felt that when Lord Rongyang saw Wang Ping and suspected him in the teahouse before, there was something wrong with his sense of humanity.

It really proves the saying: old monsters who have lived for thousands of years all have some mental illness!

Lord Rongyang held the 'transfer talisman' in his hand and checked it. After confirming that there was no problem, he turned into a stream of light and went deep into the southeast sea.

Wang Ping couldn't help feeling ashamed when he saw that the other party trusted him so much.

But on second thought, this time there should be no danger as Lord Rongyang said. Even if Ao Bing wanted to take this opportunity to severely injure Lord Rongyang, the other two members would not let him succeed.

But if Wang Ping were in Lord Rongyang's position, he would never rely on guesswork and inference for his own safety, so he would never be able to experience the sense of satisfaction that Lord Rongyang's humanity brought him at this moment.

East Feng Island.

The location of the Taoist temple of Ao Bing, the third prince of Linshui Prefecture, is geographically located just east of the Zhongzhou continent. Perhaps this is the origin of its name.

There is only a small town on the west side of the island. The rest of the area is where Ao Bing's Taoist temple is located. There are elegant pavilions and towers among the mountains and green waters. At first glance, it looks like a fairyland in a story.

At this moment, a raging fire suddenly broke out in the sky of this fairyland without any warning. Before the islanders could react, the fire broke through the layers of air pressure and descended over the island. Under the impact of the heat wave, ripples appeared in the transparent barrier array above the island, and some flammable bushes were directly ignited. (End of this chapter)