There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

The Spring Festival is here in a blink of an eye.

Wang Ping received hundreds of visiting cards, but he did not meet any of them. He just had a brief chat with his disciples.

Nanlin Road was extremely lively during this year's Spring Festival. The rebels relied on the extensive waterways that ran through Nanlin Road to plunder everywhere. On the surface, it seemed as if the sky was falling, but in fact it was just the chaos that would inevitably result from the development of the manor economy in this world to a certain extent.

Most of the rebels just go with the flow, venting their dissatisfaction with their lives, and never think about the future because they themselves cannot see a future if they do this.

On the sixth day of the first lunar month, the soldiers of Mozhou Road and Nanlin Road were defeated again by the rebels near Wudaohe, where the two places meet. This boosted the rebels' momentum, and in just half a month they had swept to the three counties east of Mozhou Road.

At this point, the rebels claimed to have an army of 300,000. Their slogan was to enforce justice on behalf of heaven and to drive out the tyrant. As for who the tyrant they were talking about was, only God knew.

In addition to his daily homework time, Wang Ping has been using the "Dongtian Mirror" to monitor the rebels' every move these days. Looking at this rebel army that seems to be unstoppable but actually has no basic goals, he has a new understanding of the rebellions in various places that were originally recorded in history.

Many of them were swept up in the trend, and initially they just wanted to save their lives. However, when they experienced wealth and power for the first time, most of them would get lost in it, be devoured by the greed in their hearts, and turn into terrifying evil spirits.

The slogans they shouted and the original intention of starting the uprising had long been forgotten, and they became puppets of desire until the moment their lives disappeared. Even those children from aristocratic families rarely escaped from this vicious circle.

By observing their humanity, Wang Ping's own thinking about humanity became richer. The richness of humanity gave him a deeper understanding of rationality. He felt that his practice of divine arts seemed to have improved, but after a closer look, he did not find any improvement.

When the rebel leaders were feeling complacent, they did not know that they had already become the clowns in the storyteller's words. They were indeed clowns. After enjoying the prosperity of the city, they hesitated to move forward when they should have.

The first month of the year passed unnoticed, and the weather in the south gradually warmed up. The court sent envoys to appease the rebels, while at the same time stepping up the mobilization of troops from various places.

Time passed unknowingly and it was March. Just as the imperial army was preparing to encircle the rebels, a strong demonic aura flashed from the depths of Baishui Lake in Wudaofu.

Wang Ping, who was meditating and resting in his own Taoist temple, was the first to catch the evil spirit. He was very familiar with it; it was Hu Qianqian's aura.

"Is Qianqian going to be promoted?"

Yu Lian raised her head on the branch of the old locust tree. She had been sleeping half of every day recently, which should be caused by the evolution of her inner elixir.

Wang Ping stood up, stretched out his hand and made a magic gesture, and Yu Lian quickly flew up into the sky and landed on Wang Ping's body.

As the light of the transfer array flashed by, Wang Ping disappeared with Yu Lian, and reappeared in the dojo on the top of the mountain on the central island of Baishui Lake. As soon as he appeared, he immediately flew up and cast the "Heaven-Covering Talisman" to block the strange phenomena in heaven and earth caused by his promotion.

Then he brought Yu Lian to the bottom of the cliff nearby. This was Hu Qianqian's dojo. Every time Wang Ping saw the red and blue painted decorations of this dojo, his mood would unconsciously get better. This was the joy brought by people's curiosity about uncommon things.

When he landed on the ground, the familiar coolness made Wang Ping feel refreshed.

"Master!"

Hu Lin was in human form. When he saw Wang Ping, he immediately bowed to him. The white foxes in the distance were all in their true forms, and were lying on the ground obediently.

Yu Lian stretched her neck and asked, "How is your master?"

Hu Lin looked confused, "I don't know."

Wang Ping glanced at the tiger demon Wang Ben and the bull demon Niu Qi in the distance. The latter immediately bowed their heads in salute. Then he looked at Hu Lin and said softly, "Don't worry, I'm here. You leave first."

"Thank you, Master!"

Hu Lin's furry ears trembled. After saluting, he stretched out his left hand and kept scratching his ears. The beard at the corners of his mouth was still trembling slightly. It was obvious that he was very nervous.

Wang Ping was not looking at Hu Lin. His spiritual consciousness easily penetrated into the big red and blue house. Hu Qianqian was lying on the cloud bed in the house at this moment, with her eyes closed and her limbs constantly shaking. She looked very nervous, as if she was having a nightmare.

This was the beast's instinctive uneasiness about the uncertain environment around it. Wang Ping shook his head as he looked at Hu Qianqian's current appearance, and then immediately used his spiritual consciousness to capture her soul.

"Don't worry about your promotion. I will protect you!"

Hu Qianqian, who was in a trance, suddenly calmed down her swinging limbs when she heard the voice. She then rolled around on the cloud bed as if she was acting coquettishly. Then, she suddenly opened her eyes, her pair of blue eyes stared towards the direction of the door, and her furry ears moved back and forth.

After a few breaths, she habitually pawed the cloud bed twice with her front paws, bowed her head towards the door, and then used her paws to comb her hair.

After Hu Qianqian straightened her hair, she lay down quietly and meditated.

Time passed unknowingly, and the sky darkened in a blink of an eye. When the moonlight outside the window shone into the room, Hu Qianqian opened her eyes and turned into a human form. The magic spells in her hands changed rapidly, activating the magic circle that had been prepared under the cloud bed.

The next moment, the magic circle brought the sun and moon energy of the entire Baishui Lake to gather towards Hu Qianqian's body. She raised her head and opened her mouth, spitting out the fake pill that was bred in her body. The gathered sun and moon energy immediately flowed along the meridians of her whole body to the fake pill.

At the same time, Hu Qianqian's soul left her body and took on the fake pill. She absorbed energy from the spiritual world through her soul, merged it with the aura of the sun and the moon, and then used the fake pill to feed back into her blood.

outside the house.

Wang Ping sat cross-legged on a huge rock by the lake, with the sound of wind chimes echoing in his ears. They were the wind chimes in the nearby pavilion. When Hu Qianqian condensed the fake pill, he was sitting in that pavilion.

In the distance, the heads of water monster soldiers kept popping up on the lake, as if they wanted to check on Hu Qianqian's condition, but when they saw the person sitting on the boulder and the rain lotus floating in the air nearby, they hurriedly retreated back into the water.

"Will she succeed this time?"

Yu Lian asked Wang Ping again as she did before, with a rare worry in her tone.

Wang Ping used the Qiyun formation to deduce a little and said, "Don't worry, Qianqian's consciousness is stable, and her Dao rhyme is complete. Her promotion is in accordance with the way of heaven and humanity."

As soon as he finished speaking, the demonic energy above the Taoist temple instantly penetrated the sky and earth, but it was soon hidden by the "Heaven-Covering Talisman" and all traces were hidden. People from the outside world who did not have the cultivation level could not detect the situation here at all.

However, in the dojo, one could clearly feel that in front of the nearby houses, a group of little white foxes were jumping around happily, and there were also water monsters cheering in the lake. They even built an altar in an area far away from Wang Ping and were offering a blood sacrifice to several rebel prisoners.

These rebel prisoners had fled from Jinhuai Prefecture a month ago, plundering villages along the Baishui Lake, and were wiped out by the water tribe demon soldiers when they reached Baishui Lake. Hu Qianqian, who was in the promotion state, knew nothing about the outside world. Her promotion was a natural result.

To be promoted this time, she needs to use the fake elixir in her body as a medium to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon and spiritual energy and transform them into demonic energy to gather the prototype of the primordial spirit, then use the primordial spirit to evolve the blood power in her body, and finally use the primordial spirit to fuse the new blood.

It sounds simple, but the most important thing for the demon clan's practice is not the hurdle of promotion, but the test of human nature and animal nature encountered in the process of practice. Most demon clans cannot cultivate to the perfection of the second realm. For example, Wang Ben and Niu Qi, who followed Hu Qianqian, are considered to be the best among the demon clan, but after so many years, they still cannot break through the last barrier.

Time passed slowly, and before they knew it, it was daybreak. This time, no blind little demon dared to come and take advantage of the situation. In the world of inspiration, there was a purple beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth. Countless spiritual creatures tried to approach it, but when they were about to get close, they fled one after another. This cycle repeated itself over and over again, and it looked extremely weird.

Wang Ping was always paying attention to Hu Qianqian's breath. Her soul, fake elixir and body, which were about to be transformed, were relatively stable.

"Are you okay?"

Yulian asked.

Wang Ping smiled and stretched out his left hand. Yu Lian's body subconsciously wrapped around Wang Ping's left hand. Then Wang Ping gently stroked Yu Lian's head with his other hand and said, "Don't worry, but Qian Qian's promotion this time may take a long time. After all, she needs to undergo a spiritual transformation and physical evolution."

"How long is a long time?"

"I don't know, maybe several years, or even more than ten years!"

"Will it delay your work?"

"What can I do? If the rebels in Nanlin Road and the struggle in the northwest need my intervention, the world will collapse in an instant."

"What if something happens?"

"It's okay, Qianqian will be fine. I can reach any place in the entire Zhongzhou Continent in just a few breaths."

"Ok!"

Time passed by unknowingly, the aquatic plants that withered in winter on the embankment became more and more dense, the temperature of the sun rose day by day, and summer came in the blink of an eye.

The imperial army assembled in mid-April and besieged the rebels in several counties at the junction of Mozhou Road and Nanlin Road, but did not launch a final attack because the court was arguing over who would be the commander-in-chief.

The siege of the rebels was arranged by the local government offices of Mozhou Road and Nanlin Road. Both sides were vying for the position of commander in the final attack, and eventually the matter was reported to the imperial court. The imperial court also saw that some people were thinking of launching a rush of attacks. After all, the achievement of suppressing the rebellion at this point was already an easy achievement, and it was undoubtedly the best opportunity to gild their reputation.

Wang Ping curiously observed the war through the "Dongtian Mirror" and did not interfere in any decision made by the local government or the court, because he did not want to do so for the time being.

I have to say, it feels great to look down on the world's heroes, so many people will be addicted to it.

If Wang Ping had obtained such power when he had just started practicing, he would have been obsessed as well. But now he sees the vastness of the universe and the boundless world. These powers are nothing but child's play compared to what he has seen.

Just as the imperial court was arguing over the commander to suppress the rebellion, a group of pirates suddenly appeared in the southeastern waters and plundered merchant ships, turning the sea, which had been calm for more than a hundred years, into a mess.

Linshui Prefecture's involvement was beyond Wang Ping's expectations, because he didn't think Ao Bing would benefit from doing so. On the contrary, it would affect his current vested interests.

After Wang Ping used the "Dongtian Mirror" to check the situation in the southeastern sea area, he separated part of his spiritual consciousness and rose above the clouds to observe the national destiny of the Datong Dynasty.

As a dynasty that lasted only a hundred years, the economy of the manors in other places had not yet reached saturation, and the contradictions between the different classes were not obvious, so the dynasty was in its prime and showed no signs of decline.

This made Wang Ping feel relieved. He was afraid that the dynasty's fortune would decline and that various places would rise up in rebellion. Other sects would then openly destroy his temples in various places and disrupt his practice of magic.

The reason why the rebellion in the South spread so quickly this time was that the manor economy was approaching saturation, and the contradiction between the lower classes and the aristocratic families had reached a point where it could no longer be reconciled.

Why is the South different from other regions?
That was because it had been nearly three hundred years since Zi Luan's last attack on the aristocratic families in the south. In particular, the Jinhuai Prefecture City had been the capital of a country for a long time, and other places except the northwest region had been in a state of war before the establishment of the Datong Dynasty.

Then, what follows is the chaos in the Northwest region!

Just as Wang Ping expected, all the chess players had a clear view of the world situation, knew where to make the best move, and also knew how to make the move.

Early May.

On Zhushan Road in the northwest, the people of a farm could not bear the oppression of their master, so they killed the steward and his group who were sent by the master to collect taxes. They took out the swords and guns in the farm and rebelled. In just a few days, they gathered 5,000 people and broke through the nearby county government office.

Wang Ping got the relevant information as soon as possible.

After hearing the news, Yu Lian asked, "Isn't early May the time to collect taxes?"

Wang Ping just smiled, and his soul consciousness instantly crossed hundreds of kilometers and locked onto Liu Shuang who was busy in the front hall of Qianmu Temple. He transmitted his voice: "The northwest is in chaos. Let the court send heavy guards to Zhushan Road to wipe out the rebels, and by the way, clean up those sects that oppose the Taoist Palace."

Afterwards, Wang Ping turned his head and looked at Yu Lian's eyes in deep thought. Soon his soul consciousness locked onto Yuan Zheng who was taking a break while drinking tea, and ordered: "Let the Jiuding Sect's weapon cultivators go to Shangning Road and monitor the Diku Sect's cultivators on Zhushan Road."

Upon hearing the order, Yuan Zheng stood up immediately and took out a communication token specifically used to contact Jiudingmen.

Wang Ping's soul consciousness locked onto Dong Can of Dongshui Mountain again and ordered: "A great chaos is about to break out in the northwest region. Let the cultivators of the 'First Day' go to Zhushan Road to stir up some trouble. Then have someone raise it at the Three Seats Meeting. I have only one request, which is to give me a reason to directly intervene in the affairs of the northwest region."

Although Wang Ping currently has the legal authority to assist in managing the northwest in the Taoist Palace, if he intervenes without scruples, the gains will outweigh the losses. Simply put, he will lose the support of the people.

After Wang Ping finished making the arrangements, Yu Lian said, "It's really troublesome. In the end, we still have to fight. Why not skip all these tedious steps and just fight to decide the winner?"

Wang Ping smiled and said, "If this is the case, the spirituality will never be stable. You should understand this, right?"

Yu Lian leaned on Wang Ping's cheek and stared at the big blue and white house in front of her. "Of course I understand, but I just find it troublesome." (End of this chapter)