There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

After returning to the mountaintop dojo, Wang Ping went to his alchemy room first. The scale of this room was more than ten times larger than before, and there was a special warehouse with a transfer array for transporting materials.

Every day, a huge amount of materials are transferred in through the material warehouse at the foot of the mountain, and then the puppets in the alchemy room refine them into "power pills" and then transmit them out.

Since there has been no war in Zhongzhou for hundreds of years, the consumption of 'power pills' is very small. Because of the rules specially set for the special 'power pills' when the Taoist Palace was founded, the annual sales amount is less than 500.

As for the special 'power pills' made from natural materials and treasures, they are rarely sold. The first reason is that the price is too high, and the second is that the materials consumed are too exaggerated. According to the output of natural materials and treasures from Zhongzhou Star, at most one thousand pills can be refined each year, and it will also cause the prices of various materials to soar.

Currently, there are more than 10 million ordinary "Power Pills" in stock. This thing is a consumable. The only material is spiritual medicine. As long as you open up a large piece of medicine field and have the bonus of "Harvest Talisman", you can plant as much as you want.

The specially made 'power pill' requires specific five elements spiritual objects as basic materials, and depending on the degree of balance in the refining process, there will be finished products of different specifications. The best finished product is infinitely close to the energy of the incoming monk, and the worst one only has the effect of the initial foundation building stage.

High-quality products can produce 4,000 to 6,000 pieces each month without affecting the market price of materials, and defective products can produce about 10,000 pieces.

This seems to be a simple matter, just a production line for making some puppets, but without the huge logistical capabilities of Qianmuguan today, it may not be possible to achieve such efficiency in a year relying solely on one person, and the cost will increase several times.

After confirming that there was no problem with the production line, Wang Ping called Liu Shuang over and told her to discuss the details of the trade with the Star God Alliance. Finally, he instructed: "If there is a way, try to find out the whereabouts of these 'power pills'."

After Liu Shuang took the order and left in a hurry, Wang Ping picked up the black crystal and then took Yu Lian into the underground cave.

First, he needs to take out the Star God core in the black crystal, but before that he needs to build a magic array to suppress its crazy consciousness, and this magic array needs to be gathered in a space similar to a storage bag, otherwise the magic weapon will have to be dozens of feet in size.

The space array of the storage bag is not difficult. It is mainly made of 'white iron' provided by the Star God Alliance.

Stainless steel, as the name suggests, is as white as jade and looks like it has a metallic luster, yet is as soft as brocade. It is obvious at first glance that it is not naturally generated, but is specially made by the monks of the Star God Alliance.

Wang Ping first refined a fist-sized hollow sphere made of hematite, pasted the "white iron" tightly inside the hollow sphere, and then carved a fixed magic circle provided by the Star God Alliance on the surface of the "white iron".

Finally, it will remain still and wait for twelve hours, and it will form an independent space. Under the observation of "clairvoyance", it is composed of constantly changing particles, which follows a complex rule that outsiders cannot replicate.

The space was constructed, and the next step was to build a magic array in this space to suppress and read the core of the Star God. The Wood Spirit Magic Array would do. Wang Ping also endowed the core of the magic array with some of the abilities of the 'spiritual talisman'.

This step took Wang Ping half a month. During this half month, he exchanged opinions with Rong Yang and Zhi Gong on the issue of the demon clan more than a dozen times. Lord Rong Yang and Zhi Gong both thought that this was feasible. Kai Yun of Vajra Temple and Ao Bing of Linshui Prefecture disagreed. Lord Rong Yang volunteered to persuade Kai Yun and Ao Bing.

Wang Ping was naturally happy with his free time. One morning, with the help of Yu Lian, he carried out the deduction of the luck array and took out the star god core from the sealed crystal.

It looked like a mechanical sphere that had just been fished out of motor oil. Its surface was covered with a pitch-black unknown substance, dripping onto the ground like waste motor oil. However, halfway through the dripping, it was assimilated by the wood spirit energy. The device inside was frantically absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, converting it into energy to create more filth.

Wang Ping stretched out his hand and a ball of wood spirit energy appeared out of thin air, rolling up the Star God Core and floating in the air. Yu Lian's body expanded to ten feet, and a pair of golden vertical pupils reflected the ugly core.

"A wanderer!"

Yu Lian’s eyes almost reached the Star God Core. “One day, a disaster that swept the entire world took away everything from him. His consciousness could only be attached to the Star God Core in his body. Then he wandered for endless years. Finally, one day he saw a light spot appear in the dark rain. So, he tried his best to move towards that light spot.”

"An unknown amount of time had passed. His consciousness had long been blurred, and he instinctively moved towards the place where the light was emitted. However, the universe was too vast. Until his consciousness was occupied by madness, he still did not reach his destination..."

Hearing this, Wang Ping reached out and gently patted Yu Lian's enlarged body, and said with a smile: "Are you planning to write a storybook novel?"

Yu Lian turned her head, her eyes sparkling, and looked at Wang Ping and asked, "Do you think I can do it?"

Wang Ping responded affirmatively: "Why not? You can definitely write a best-selling book!"

This is not Wang Ping's exaggeration. With the knowledge that Yu Lian currently possesses and the voices of countless people that she has observed through her magic array, each of them is a story, and with a little processing it can become a vernacular novel.

Upon hearing this, Yu Lian flipped over, then shrank and landed on Wang Ping's shoulder. She rubbed Wang Ping's cheek with her little head, feeling extremely happy and excited.

Wang Ping's eyes fell on the Star God Core in front of him, and with a change of spell in his left hand, a surging wood spirit energy swept over and cleaned the filth on the surface of the Star God Core.

Then, he pointed his left hand, and the space sphere that had been refined in advance sucked the Star God Core into it. The magic circle that had been arranged inside immediately generated a suction force, sucking it into the core of the magic circle.

"Sizzle~"

A shrill scream suddenly echoed.

It was the consciousness inside the Star God's core that was rebelling. Wang Ping immediately sacrificed the 'Spiritual Talisman' and suppressed it with the surging wood spirit energy. He then activated the internal magic array to generate wood spirit energy to impact the consciousness inside the core.

This step is refining, which is actually to tame them with violent means. As long as they have consciousness, they will have instinctive reactions regardless of whether they are crazy or not, and violent means will make their instincts succumb.

"How long will it take?"

Yu Lian asked impatiently.

Wang Ping thought for a moment and said, "Years, or decades. It may only take a moment to make a madman surrender, or it may take a long time."

He stood up while speaking, and then the two of them disappeared into the underground cave and returned to the sunny mountaintop dojo. From then on, they only had to play with the space ball like a toy.

Another half month has passed.

The trade between Qianmuguan and the Star God Alliance officially began.

Lord Rongyang personally came to Qianmu Temple to visit Wang Ping one morning. He first urged Wang Ping to take out his aged wine. After half a jar of wine, he said, "Kaiyun wants to discuss the matter of the demon tribe. The location is set at Jinlou on Haizhou Road. The time is the 29th of the twelfth lunar month this year!"

Wang Ping picked up the wine glass and drank it all, then asked with a smile, "The day before the Spring Festival?"

Rongyang Fujun directly picked up the remaining half jar of aged wine, drank the rest of the wine in one breath, and then responded: "Yes, just pick a day. Haizhou Road is your territory anyway, so you should prepare yourself."

"They made it so formal, either they agree but are still not satisfied with the conditions, or they are deliberately making things difficult for us!" Wang Ping analyzed.

"We are all busy people. Who has the time to bother others?" Lord Rongyang said as he lifted the seal on another jar of wine.

"That means they also want to get a piece of the pie, but they know that what they did in the past was not righteous, and the demon tribe will not do business with them, so they want to gain benefits through us." "Yes!"

"What do you think?"

"Instead of letting the demons become a variable that we need to be on guard against all the time, it is better to let them join us first. The friendship you have built with the demons over the years can just come in handy."

"What kind of friendship can there be between me and the demon race?"

"Haha, all cultivators in the world know that you, Changqing, teach everyone. You are the only one among the four realms of human cultivators who has a demon disciple."

Lord Rongyang smiled and explained, "Also, the Taiyan Sect has been on good terms with the demon race since ancient times, otherwise the Demon King would not have been able to get close to Lord Huishan."

Wang Ping put down his wine glass and changed the subject, "What is Daoist Zhigong's attitude?"

Lord Rongyang stared at Wang Ping, with an expression that said you already know the answer, and asked, "What do you think? The Northwest region will benefit the most from the opening up of the demon race, followed by you, and then me."

Wang Ping said nothing more.

Afterwards, the two of them just drank. This time, Lord Rongyang drank ten jars of Wang Ping's good wine and took ten jars away.

After Lord Rongyang left, Wang Ping stretched out his left hand and counted with his fingers. It was now the third day of October, and it was still a long time until the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, but preparations could be made in advance.

Yu Lian looked at Wang Ping who was calculating the date and reminded him, "You shouldn't look down on the demon race so much. Each of their ancestors is comparable to a fifth-level cultivator. Although their specific combat power is unknown, it should not be worse than a star god."

Wang Ping reached out and gently stroked Yu Lian's head, and replied solemnly: "We never dare to underestimate the demon race. The human records of history are only more than 6,000 years old. Before these records, the demon race may have ruled this continent for hundreds of millions of years. Their palace ruins are scattered underground in various continents. All the documents related to the demon race in the Taoist Palace mention their dangers."

After he responded to Yu Lian, he sent a message to Liu Shuang who was busy in the front hall, saying that she would definitely be the one to arrange the personnel for the meeting in Jinlou.

...

Golden building.

Located in Huiping County, Haizhou Road, Hushan Kingdom is 30 miles further south. It existed when Wang Ping just started practicing. Its owner has changed several times, and now Qianmuguan is also one of its owners.

When the time entered the twelfth lunar month, a message suddenly spread in the cultivation world that the masters of the five Xuanmen sects would meet in the Golden Tower on Haizhou Road to discuss a very important matter.

So by the middle of the twelfth lunar month, the already bustling Huiping City became even more bustling, and the highly-anticipated Golden Building was no longer open to the public at the beginning of the twelfth lunar month.

Six hundred years have passed, and the Golden Building still looks the same as before. It is located in the middle of an artificial lake outside Huiping City. The golden paint on its surface makes it look like a golden statue under the sunlight. Special lanterns are dotted among it, so ordinary people dare not go in to consume when they see it.

At this moment, the white jade bridge leading to the Golden Tower has been taken over by the palace soldiers. The patrols are all second-level monks, and there are third-level monks guarding the gate personally. These third-level monks are led by Hu Qianqian, who stands at the end of the white jade bridge, her pair of blue eyes constantly looking at all moving objects in her sight.

In a blink of an eye, it was the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month. The white jade fence on the shore was already filled with people, all of them were Qigong practitioners. They had just come into contact with the world of cultivation and had the spirit of a newborn calf that was not afraid of a tiger.

The Haizhou Road Taoist Palace sent dozens of incoming monks to maintain order. Hundreds of people were arrested within half a day. By the evening, the Taoist Palace's law enforcement efforts were strengthened a lot, resulting in thousands of people being taken away from the scene.

After dawn the next day, the monks who had entered the country with great vigor at night all became as happy as spring breeze, with smiling faces towards everyone.

Inside the Golden Building.

The hall, which should be bustling, is now empty. A round table with a diameter of more than three meters is placed in the middle of the hall. There are five armchairs around the round table. Someone is already sitting in the main armchair.

It’s Wang Ping!
He came here quietly after daybreak using a teleportation array.

“This place is so luxurious!”

Yu Lian soared into the air, looking around her, and then her eyes stopped on the wall opposite the gate.

There is a painting of beauties on the wall. The base is carved from translucent white jade and inlaid with pure gold edges. The paint used to outline the eight ladies of different colors must be expensive and definitely not cheap.

"A guest has arrived!"

As Wang Ping spoke, he stood up, stretched out his right hand and waved it gently. The tightly closed door in front of him suddenly opened, and the noisy sounds outside immediately came in.

Hu Qianqian, who was guarding the gate of the Golden Building, was startled, causing her furry tail and ears to stand up. However, she soon sensed the familiar atmosphere inside the Golden Building, and her tense nerves relaxed at once, causing her tail and ears to swing rapidly.

When she turned around, Wang Ping had already appeared at the gate.

"Master!"

Hu Qianqian bowed, her furry ears tilted back and her tail wrapped around her waist so that it could not swing.

When the other three-realm cultivators nearby were about to pay their respects, Wang Ping waved his hand and said, "Guests are coming, welcome them first." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhi Gong, wearing a dark blue wide-sleeved Taoist robe, appeared in front of the gate with a stream of light.

The noise on the river bank suddenly increased more than twice. Zhigong ignored them and looked at Wang Ping and bowed, "Who spread the news of our meeting?"

Wang Ping shook off his wide sleeves, made room for him and said, "It's not me anyway!"

Zhi Gong looked at Wang Ping's mocking expression thoughtfully. She walked to Wang Ping's side and bowed to Yu Lian, saying, "Daoyou Yu Lian."

When Yu Lian returned the gift, a flash of fire flashed in the sky, and the figure of Lord Rongyang appeared in front of the gate. When he looked at Wang Ping, the aura of Ao Bing and Kai Yun enveloped the Golden Building.

Then, they both landed in the middle of the white jade bridge in front of them at the same time!

"Are they asking us to go up and greet them?"

Lord Rongyang casually bowed to Wang Ping, looked sideways at Ao Bing and Kai Yun who were falling down, and asked Wang Ping in a joking tone. (End of this chapter)