There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

After Yu Lian and Wang Ping chatted for a while, they flew towards Sanhe Prefecture.

Wang Ping sat alone under the locust tree, resting leisurely for half an hour, and then cast a magic circle of luck to deduce the slight palpitation that occurred in the southeast waters a few days ago.

However, when he sacrificed the 'Heaven-Covering Talisman' as usual and activated the Bishi Yuanshen in the center of the magic circle, no deduction information emerged in his mind. It felt like a mortal using magic, just pretending, but without any magic power.

Wang Ping was slightly surprised, then he calmed his mind, brought the world situation into his consciousness, and simulated the experience in the southeast waters a few days ago in his spiritual sea. While silently thinking about the goal of deduction in his mind, he activated the luck formation again.

It was still the same feeling as before. This time he clearly felt that when the deduction was about to begin, both the Qi sea in his body and the soul of the corpse seemed to have lost their magic power.

But when he gave up the idea of ​​deduction, the feeling of having magical power in his body reappeared.

At that moment, Wang Ping couldn't help but feel fear, it was the fear of losing his great magical power. Fortunately, that feeling was only fleeting, but it also caused a brief chaos in his spiritual veins. Pale white dust seeped out of his seven orifices, and a layer of emerald green substance similar to moss appeared on his skin all over his body.

It seemed that the wood spirit in his body would reveal its true form in the next moment. The wood spirit energy in the surrounding space became particularly manic at this moment. The frenzied wood spirit energy caused some of the grass and vegetation in Qianmu Mountain to wither rapidly, while some were growing wildly.

Just when the wood spirit energy was about to get out of control, everything returned to normal. The withered vegetation sprouted new buds again, and the old ones aged rapidly.

Some inner sect disciples of Qianmu Temple looked up as if they sensed something, but found nothing.

At the critical moment, Wang Ping, who was sitting under the old locust tree, forced himself to use the "self-control" state of magic to calm the fear in his heart. After a few breaths, the manic wood spirit in his body returned to silence, and his body recovered in the blink of an eye.

Then he fell into a state of introspective thinking.

This accident was entirely due to Wang Ping's long-term smooth practice, which had reduced his instinctive vigilance a lot, so that after the first attempt, he even made a second and more in-depth attempt.

Because at that moment, he instinctively knew that the luck formation could deduce everything, but he forgot that there were too many people and things in this world that he should not peek into. Fortunately, the moment just now was an unconscious passive defense by a certain existence, otherwise his soul would have been severely damaged. At the very least, he would have fallen into a long sleep, and at worst, the wood spirit in his body would have been released, leading to a catastrophe.

"For this deduction, no result is the best outcome!"

As he thought so, he soon entered a state of meditation.

This time it took him quite a long time to enter the state of meditation, but Wang Ping didn't care how long it was exactly. When he opened his eyes again, he clearly felt that the temperature of the sunlight was higher than before he entered the state of meditation.

It was summer time.

"what's going on?"

Yu Lian's voice came from above.

Wang Ping looked up at the branch of the old locust tree closest to him, where Yu Lian was lying on it basking in the sun. In response to Yu Lian's question, he chuckled and told her the truth.

"Don't use the Qi Luck Array alone next time!"

"Ok!"

When Wang Ping nodded, the calico cat in the pile of spiritual herbs on his left hand side meowed, then jumped to the side of the coffee table, stretched out her claws to scratch the stone slab on the ground, and meowed again.

"She said that Zuo Liang was going to leave and set up another temple. She was a little worried and planned to go with him."

When Wang Ping heard this, memories emerged in his mind. He thought of the master and disciple Zuo Xuan and Zuo Liang. These two masters and disciples helped him do a lot of things when Wang Ping was in the third realm.

Now that he thought about it, he felt somewhat indebted to the master and his disciple.

So, he looked at the calico cat and asked, "Why did Zuo Liang suddenly want to set up a new dojo? Was she suppressed by other disciples in Dongshui Mountain?"

"Meow~"

Yu Lian translated, "No, it was Zuo Liang who started planning for the third realm. The people in Qianmu Temple are too comfortable, which is fatal to weapon cultivators."

Wang Ping understood. Thinking about Zuo Liang's life span, this was the best time to plan for the third realm. If he delayed any further, he might lose motivation. So, he stretched out his hand and lightly tapped in front of him. A blessing talisman was injected into the body of the calico cat. The calico cat shook its body subconsciously.

Looking at the somewhat confused calico cat, Wang Ping continued, "Daoyou Zuo Xuan has helped me a lot. I should take care of the inheritance she left behind. If you encounter any problems in the future, you can come to Qianmu Temple to find me. With this blessing talisman of mine, you can enter my dojo at any time."

After he finished speaking to the calico cat, he looked at Yu Lian and said, "Tell Liu Shuang to try his best to meet Zuo Liang's requirements."

"Meow~"

“She said thank you!”

"Meow~"

"She said, I'm leaving."

As soon as Yu Lian finished speaking, the calico cat flashed and jumped onto the branch next to it. It looked back at Wang Ping, then turned into a stream of light and flew towards Dongshui Mountain, with Yu Lian following closely behind.

Wang Ping stood up from in front of the old locust tree, walked to the coffee table, looked at the blue sky and white clouds for a while, and then walked towards the nearby courtyard. The courtyard was the same as when it was first built hundreds of years ago. The small martial arts training ground where Liu Shuang and Yang Ziping practiced "Changchun Kung Fu" was still there.

But people are no longer the same people as before, and Qianmuguan is no longer the Qianmuguan of the past.

Wang Ping stood in front of the courtyard for a long time. In a trance, he seemed to see the lively scenes in the courtyard during the Spring Festival in the past, the scenes of his disciples playing around, and heard the long-lasting music of the piano and the arguments while playing chess.

“Is this immortality?”

Wang Ping couldn't help but say this. After he said this, he realized that the sun had already set. It was already evening and the sky and the earth were illuminated by the beautiful afterglow of the setting sun.

"Are you regretting it?"

When Yu Lian's voice sounded, it had already fallen on Wang Ping's shoulder.

Wang Ping turned around, looked at the garden under the setting sun, and said casually: "I never regret it, I just miss it a little."

"This may be the persistence of human nature. When the saints created things, they may have deliberately implanted such persistence into our consciousness, hoping that one day we can walk in front of them."

"Did you read this from a story?"

"Yes, those mortals are ignorant, but it is precisely because of their ignorance that they can come up with incredible ideas. They can imagine without restraint and put their imagination into words, so I like vernacular stories very much."

After listening to this, Wang Ping looked towards the locust tree and saw Liu Shuang appearing there with a man.

"Disciple Su Hai, hello to the Master!" The person who came was Wang Ping's third disciple Su Hai, who was also the son of his junior brother Su Dun. He was wearing a blue Taoist robe and had a beautiful beard that northerners loved most. He knelt down as he shouted, and then performed the ritual of three kneelings and three kowtows.

After performing the ceremony, Su Hai did not stand up immediately. He needed to wait for Wang Ping to speak.

When Wang Ping looked at Su Hai, he easily thought of Su Dun, but that was a distant memory.

"Master?"

Liu Shuang gently reminded that Wang Ping had not asked much about Su Hai when he accepted him, and she was the one who had been teaching Su Hai. As a senior sister, she couldn't help but remind her junior brother when she saw him kneeling all the time.

Wang Ping came back to his senses from his memories, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously, and he said, "Get up."

"Thank you, Master!"

Su Hai stood up.

Wang Ping used his soul consciousness to search his body, and while inviting Su Hai to sit down next to the coffee table, he said, "Your cultivation is stable, but it may be difficult for the magic soldier you have fused to advance to the third level."

When he said this, he suddenly thought of the evil spirit. The puppets he had sent to Ao Hong were wiped out by the Third Prince as soon as they transmitted the data.

It’s a bit depressing to think about it.

According to Wang Ping's observation, demonic energy is actually not much different from spiritual energy. It is a kind of energy substance under the way of heaven. It's just that when it is cultivated to a deep level, it will magnify human desires. However, cultivation is inherently like rowing against the current. Just like the spirits in the five sects of Xuanmen, they will also affect human consciousness. Therefore, as long as the body and mind are adjusted in conjunction with the practice of spiritual cultivation, demonic energy is not impossible to cultivate.

Su Hai responded: "It is a great opportunity for my disciple to be able to cultivate to the second level. I dare not hope for the third level."

He entered Qianmu Temple as a bastard of the Su family, and later successfully entered the country. He fought against the northerners at the border of Yunhai grassland, accumulating murderous intent to advance his magic soldiers to the second level. Every step along the way was cautious, and the reason why he was able to get all this was because he knew how to be content.

Wang Ping thought for a while and said, "Master, I don't understand the practice of magic soldiers, but I know there is a place that can help you." As he spoke, he looked at Liu Shuang and motioned Liu Shuang to make tea. Only then did Liu Shuang dare to tidy up the messy tea set on the coffee table and lit the stove.

Su Hai was startled, then shook his head and said, "My disciple has been busy every day for the past few hundred years. If I were to plan for the third realm now, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to rest in peace for the next one or two hundred years."

As he spoke, he clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Master, but I want to live a happy life."

Wang Ping did not force Su Hai to make a choice, but just said: "If you change your mind, you can come to your sister at any time."

Su Hai thanked him again.

"Have you been in Yunhai Grassland for the past few hundred years?"

Yulian asked curiously.

For the next hour, Su Hai talked about the Yunhai grassland, from the Yunhai grassland during the period of Xia Dynasty control, to the relocation of the Zhenyang Sect headquarters, and then to the grassland's later independence and submission to the Datong Kingdom.

"The grassland has not changed much in recent years. Most of the people in the south migrated here from all over Zhongzhou hundreds of years ago. They reclaimed a lot of farmland on the grassland and built towns one after another. They live a relatively stable life."

"The people in the north are all grassland people. They have hundreds of tribes, large and small. On the surface, they all accept the rule of Princess Xia Yao, but in fact they have a lot of autonomy, and some civil wars break out every year."

"However, due to our confrontation with the North, their war was confined to a very small area."

When Liu Shuang heard this, he picked up the teacup and interrupted, "I have always been curious. With Princess Xia Yao's strength, she should be able to easily suppress the chaos in the north. Why didn't she do so?"

"There is an area of ​​the northern grasslands that is a hundred miles deep and is the battlefield between us and the Northern Kingdom. Instead of spending a lot of effort to rectify it, it is better to maintain the current customs of the people and treat it as an ordinary military training. Once there is a major war, the various tribes on the grasslands can immediately gather 100,000 young and strong people who are good at riding and shooting."

Yu Lian asked curiously, "Won't it be a mess if they get together?"

"Sometimes this happens. We usually use another tribe to suppress them. The reward is the population and territory of the suppressed tribe. After the True Yang Sect moved its headquarters to the western snowy mountains, their outer disciples often followed the troops to go on expeditions. Since then, there have been very few chaos."

When Wang Ping heard about the Zhenyang Sect, he put down his teacup and asked, "What did the Zhenyang Sect do after it moved to Yunhai Grassland? Will the people of the grassland let them destroy the ecological balance of the grassland?"

Facing these two questions, Su Hai was silent for more than ten breaths before answering: "The headquarters of the True Yang Sect is on the snowy mountain west of the Yunhai Grassland. They took advantage of the fact that the perennial cold in the north restrains the fire spirit. Instead of affecting the ecology of the grassland, the green land of the grassland expanded outward by nearly 100 kilometers."

"The disciples of the True Yang Sect are the most concerned about war. They appear every time we fight with the Northern Kingdom. Fixed sacrificial ceremonies are held before and after the battle. The grassland people are also keen on sacrifices, especially human sacrifices. Before the battle, we sacrifice Northern Kingdom captives and some grassland people who have made mistakes and become slaves. After the battle, we sacrifice the enemy's corpses!"

These things had already been discovered by Qianmu Temple's internal affairs department, but Wang Ping still listened patiently.

Su Hai said this but did not add anything else. It was obvious that he really did not know the secrets of the Zhenyang Sect. He himself did not like to pry into other people's affairs. This was the life experience he learned as a bastard since childhood.

After a short silence, Wang Ping asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

"I want to go out for a walk. When I was a child, I heard the merchants talking about the magnificence of the North Continent and the enchantment of the West Continent, but I never had the time to go and see them. I am more curious about how the people in the frozen North live."

Many practitioners will make this choice after they get tired of the boring practice. Every year, many disciples go up the mountain to practice in Qianmu Temple, but there are even more disciples who go down the mountain. Most of them cannot stand the boring practice.

Wang Ping nodded slightly. He respected everyone's choice.

Time passed unknowingly and it was the hour of Hai. The summer night in the garden was very quiet. There were no chirping of insects or birds, only the whistling sea breeze.

Su Hai said goodbye at 11:00 p.m. and Wang Ping did not try to keep him. After Liu Shuang and Su Hai left, he sat alone in front of the old locust tree and entered into a state of meditation.

The next day, it was just dawn.

After Wang Ping woke up from his meditation, Yu Lian asked, "Are you planning to send Su Hai to the Star God Alliance?"

"If he wants to!"

"He probably won't agree, and his soul is not clear, so he is not suitable to join the Star God Alliance."

"I am just making a suggestion. Immortality is not such a simple thing. For example, if I didn't have the wealth left by the predecessors of Taiyan Sect, I would be in a very embarrassing situation now."

Wang Ping stared at Yu Lian, "It's not that easy to advance to the third realm!"

"That's right..."

Yu Lian tilted her head and said, "I've been spending a lot of time with my tribesmen recently, which has allowed my humanity to be too divergent, causing me to think too idealistically sometimes." (End of this chapter)