There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

The hall of the inn was bustling with people. Round dining tables filled every corner of the hall. Guests at some tables were talking loudly, while guests at other tables were whispering.

There are no storytellers or stages here, because most of the guests here are from all over the country and they have no interest in the stories of the storytellers or the performances on the stage.

As soon as Wang Ping came in, a waiter wearing linen clothes came up to him. He was a human, not a monster.

"Sir, you have come at an inopportune time. The only seat available in our restaurant right now is in the corner. Please see..." The waiter was very polite and was about to lead Wang Ping to the empty seat.

Wang Ping waved his hand and said, "I have an appointment."

When he entered the inn, he used his soul to quickly explore everything in the inn and soon locked onto Bu Qiong's location. She was not in the box on the second floor, but was sitting by the window on the left side of the hall. There was another person at the same table with her. This person looked like a human, but Wang Ping sensed a demonic aura from him.

This situation could happen if the cultivator was a human cultivator practicing magic, but such a cultivator could only enter the country at most and was not qualified to sit at the same table with Bu Qiong. So there was only one possibility, that he was a great demon at the "Dan Cheng" realm, and demons at this realm could transform into humans.

When Wang Ping walked towards Bu Qiong, he deliberately released a little of his own aura. Bu Qiong, who was drinking tea, immediately noticed it. She immediately asked the monsters around her to stand up, and when her eyes met Wang Ping, she hurried over.

"It's a rat!"

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

Wang Ping understood. He had just sensed a familiar breath from the big monster. This breath awakened his almost forgotten memories, and he remembered the rat monster that could dig holes during the Yongming Port incident.

What's his name?

Wang Ping was somewhat dazed as he recalled the name of the rat demon.

At this time, Bu Qiong was already approaching.

"I hope I have not disturbed your meditation by inviting you here."

Bu Qiong clasped her fists and spoke, then pointed at the demon tribe next to her and introduced: "This is Fellow Daoist Quan Wen from the Demon Tribe Elders Council. I happened to be in the Demon Tribe to collect some supplies during this period..."

"I have come here uninvited, I hope fellow Taoist Changqing will not blame me!" Quan Wen said with a fist clasped.

Of course Wang Ping would generously say that it was okay. He turned around and looked at Quan Wen carefully. The man had a pointed face and his eyes seemed very small, perhaps because of his single eyelids. He wore a merchant's hat made of brocade, a short-sleeved gray-white gown, and a golden belt around his waist.

Bu Qiong was wearing exquisite combat leather armor with intricate and beautiful patterns on the collar and cuffs. The two of them standing together looked like a wealthy businessman and his bodyguard.

When Yu Lian heard the three people calling out to her, she immediately rolled out her sleeves and leaned on Wang Ping's shoulder and coughed lightly.

Bu Qiong quickly clasped his fists and said, "Congratulations to Daoist Yu Lian on your promotion!"

She obviously knew about Yu Lian's advancement to the fourth level.

Quan Wen also clasped his fists and congratulated.

Their conspicuous behavior did not attract the attention of other guests in the hall because Wang Ping used the "Tian Tong Fu" to distort other people's thoughts.

After a long round of politeness, Bu Qiong invited Wang Ping to take a seat.

The location chosen by Bu Qiong was indeed very good. Outside the window was the river outside Mianzhu County. Because the inn was located on a high ground, one could clearly see the merchant ships passing on the river, and from time to time there was a natural cool breeze blowing on one's face.

"This is what you want, fellow Taoist!"

When Wang Ping sat down, Bu Qiong took out a black sealed crystal and said, "The Star God Core with the ability of 'enhancement' has not been deprived of its internal three-level energy. It just meets your requirements. However, you need to suppress the crazy consciousness it carries with a magic circle before you can use it to refine a magic weapon."

As she spoke, she pushed the crystal to Wang Ping, while Quan Wen beside her stood up and walked towards a waiter nearby.

"You must remember that the consciousness inside it can only be suppressed, not expelled. Otherwise, it will not be able to maintain its energy of the third realm, and it will not meet your requirements. If you mind, you can use a puppet to cultivate it step by step to the third realm, and then refine the puppet's consciousness. It's just a bit troublesome."

Bu Qiong spoke very fast and looked like a salesperson promoting merchandise.

Wang Ping did not take the crystal, because Bu Qiong had not yet stated her price. Yu Lian stretched her neck and carefully examined the crystal with her golden vertical pupils. Then she said in Wang Ping's spiritual sea: "It is indeed a star god core, and it contains crazy memories."

After she finished speaking, she looked to the side and saw Quan Wen personally bringing her two cups of steaming tea.

"Fellow Daoist Changqing must try my green tea!" Quan Wen politely served tea to Wang Ping with a look of seeking advice on his face.

Bu Qiong agreed with a smile: "Fellow Daoist is the founder of the tea ceremony school. Fellow Daoist Quan Wen wants to ask for good luck from you so that his tea can be sold at a good price!"

There was no exaggeration in her words. The current tea ceremony was indeed spread by Wang Ping. At first, when his cultivation was low, no one took him seriously. But since he was promoted to the fourth level, anyone who studies the tea ceremony would worship his golden statue, and burn incense every day.

Wang Ping picked up the teacup and smelled the tea before asking, "What is this tea called?"

Quan Wen immediately responded with a smile: "Binglan."

When Wang Ping heard the word "Binglan", the fragrance of tea penetrated into his body through his nasal cavity, making his spiritual veins feel a flash of coolness, which made him feel very comfortable.

"Good name!"

When he praised her, Yu Lian had already swallowed the tea in the cup in one gulp. She spit out her tongue and looked at Wang Ping's pretentious evaluation. She couldn't help but complain in her mind: "Drink it quickly, and ask him to serve another cup after you finish it."

Wang Ping turned his head and looked at Yu Lian, who then stabbed her tongue again.

After taking a sip of tea, the tea tastes like ordinary green tea, but with a hint of coolness, which is similar to the scent of water spirit.

The most important thing is that this aura can actually affect a cultivation level like Wang Ping!

"It was cultivated by the Ice Bird using its own blood. Ordinary people can prolong their lifespans by drinking it, and monks can feel refreshed by drinking it." Quan Wen said with some pride, "I have also tried it on several ancestors, and they can also feel the refreshing feeling that seems to support the Yuan Shen."

"Why don't you open up the market?" Wang Ping asked, putting down his teacup.

Quan Wen looked at the empty teacup in front of Yu Lian, waved to the waiter who had been waiting for a long time. The waiter immediately walked over quickly, lowered his head, put the teapot in his hand on the eight-immortals table, and then left quickly.

"Daogong said that my tea is addictive, and also said that we added demon blood into the tea!"

Quan Wen had a helpless expression.

Wang Ping nodded. He could see clearly that there was a very special water spirit in the tea, with a hint of characteristics that only natural treasures could have. This should be the bloodline ability of the Ice Bird clan.

"The Star God Alliance controls so many trade routes. Is there no way for you to handle it?" Wang Ping looked at Bu Qiong.

"We have already purchased it. The frontline has been enjoying this hot tea for more than a hundred years. Fellow Daoist Quan Wen wants to sell his tea to the Dao Palace, or he can sell it to the southern cultivation world first."

Bu Qiong explained with a smile.

Wang Ping also heard that Bu Qiong wanted to exchange the bargaining chip of this transaction for trade between the demon clan and the southern cultivation world. For Wang Ping, this was nothing. Nowadays, the southern cultivation world and the demon clan have already had trade, but it was limited to a certain range.

Tea is definitely not within this range, as there are huge profits involved. The products of the demon clan are too excellent, and if they enter the market they will probably directly monopolize the high-end market, which is something no one wants to see, so the people in charge of this aspect in the Taoist Palace would refuse with such a ridiculous reason.

Wang Ping then picked up the crystal on the table and asked, "Is that all?"

Bu Qiong's eyes fell on the crystal, and she echoed softly, "There are also special 'power pills'. We want an annual quota of 30,000, and a quota of 1 million ordinary 'power pills'."

After she finished speaking, she added: "We can exchange it with refined extraterritorial energy!"

Wang Ping's mind moved. Ever since Lord Rongyang told him that his future practice would require a large amount of energy, he ordered Liu Shuang to collect all the natural treasures that could gather energy, but he knew that these preparations would definitely not be enough.

The secret transit station in outer space can only maintain basic training. The only way to transport large quantities of supplies is the Star God Alliance's trade route. He had originally been eyeing this trade route, but never had any chance.

But I didn't expect it to be delivered to my door now!
But the transaction here is a special "power pill". You should know that after the explosion of this thing, it is equivalent to a full-strength attack from a cultivator who has completed the foundation building. Sometimes it can even hurt incoming cultivators!
"The production of special power pills is not that high. We can only provide you with 2,000 at most every year!"

Wang Ping directly cut more than 90 percent of the quota.

Unexpectedly, Bu Qiong smiled and said, "Well, happy cooperation." After she said that, she looked at Quan Wen, who stood up, bowed apologetically, and then walked towards the backyard of the inn.

After he left, Bu Qiong looked at Wang Ping and asked, "What do you think of this city, fellow Daoist?"

Wang Ping didn't know why Bu Qiong suddenly brought up this topic, so he answered truthfully: "It's pretty good, better than most cities on Zhongzhou. The city is well-ordered and the people live a prosperous life."

After Wang Ping finished speaking, Yu Lian reminded him in her spiritual sea: "Her emotions became very rich for a moment just now. She must have thought about many problems at that moment. Be careful not to be fooled by her."

Wang Ping picked up the teacup and used the action of drinking tea to conceal his thinking.

Bu Qiong gently tugged at the leather wristband on his left hand with his right hand, and said after a few breaths of silence: "The demon race is also a rare force in the cultivation world. Thousands of years have passed since the conflict between our two races, and the hatred has long since dissipated. You see, now they can live in harmony with us. Although there are occasional frictions, both races have their own rules."

After hearing this, Wang Ping already understood Bu Qiong's thoughts, but he needed to figure out whether this was Bu Qiong's own idea or the idea of ​​the entire Star God Alliance. If it was the idea of ​​the entire Star God Alliance, then it would be too dangerous!
Indeed, for the entire cultivation world, the fusion of human cultivators and the demon race is a good thing. The demon race can use their blood to create some treasures that are beneficial to cultivation. The magic arrays set up and the elixirs refined by human cultivators are also good things for the demon race.

However, this is not a good thing for the five sects of Xuanmen. Wang Ping is one of the decision-makers of Xuanmen. If the demon race really comes into the world, their interests will be damaged. For example, they could have monopolized the materials of the demon race and made a fortune in the cultivation world, but after the demon race comes into the world, this windfall will definitely not continue.

The most crucial thing is that the emergence of the demon race will definitely squeeze the living space of the Xuanmen monks!
Seeing that Wang Ping did not speak, Bu Qiong continued, “The demon race is so powerful, but it only occupies less than twenty four-seat seats in the Dao Palace. It is really a waste.”

Wang Ping put down his teacup, stared at Bu Qiong and said, "Daoyou, why don't you just say what you think!"

Bu Qiong picked up the teapot and brewed tea for Wang Ping and Yu Lian, while saying: "I was thinking about whether we should add two three-seat seats for the demon tribe. If possible, we can also consider giving them a permanent seat. In this way, we can also listen to the voices of the demon tribe as quickly as possible."

Wang Ping picked up the teacup again, took a sip of tea casually, and asked, "Is this what Daoyou meant, or did the demon tribe ask Daoyou to say this? Or is this the idea of ​​the Star God Alliance?"

Bu Qiong glanced at the direction where Quan Wen had just left and replied, "This is an idea that came to me in recent years. This time I happened to be doing something in the Monster Domain, so I asked you to come over to discuss it. I want to hear your opinion."

After she finished speaking, she added: "The demon tribe has finally come to a consensus and is willing to sit down and communicate with us. I think this is a good opportunity."

Wang Ping would not believe her lies. After listening to Bu Qiong's words, he pretended to think for a long time before saying, "I can only say that this matter is difficult. Even if you agree to it, I'm afraid the conditions offered are not something the demon tribe can agree to."

They can make the decision on one of the three seats without reporting to the True Lords, but it is impossible for Wang Ping to agree so easily. Although the five sects of Xuanmen are fighting with each other, if they face the problem of the demon clan, they must discuss it among themselves first.

"If you are willing to be the lobbyist..."

"Stop, I can't be a lobbyist. I can convey a message, but I won't take care of the rest!"

"Then I'll leave it to you, fellow Taoist!"

"Don't say that. I won't do anything. I'm just delivering a message." Wang Ping emphasized his position, then stood up, bowed and said, "I'll give you an answer within six months!"

After saying that, he walked towards the main door without waiting for Bu Qiong to speak. As soon as he walked out of the door, he heard a tiger demon wearing heavy armor who had been waiting for a long time beside him clasped his fists and bowed, saying: "Greetings, Lord Changqing. This is a small gift from our ancestors to the Lord."

The tiger demon handed over a packet of tea.

"hehe!"

Wang Ping chuckled and did not go to get the tea. When he looked at the official road in front of him, the man had disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, he had returned to the old locust tree in Qianmu Temple.

"Ding~"

Wang Ping placed the crystal containing the Star God's core on the coffee table. When Yu Lian rolled it up with her tail and observed it carefully, Wang Ping took out the communication token and contacted Rongyang Mansion Lord, Ao Bing, Zhi Gong and Kai Yun one by one to convey Bu Qiong's words to them.

The reason why he wanted to do this was because he found that according to the current rules of the Dao Palace, if it was just the five sects of Xuanmen, he would have absolute say! (End of this chapter)