There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Happy times are always short. On the morning of the second day of the first lunar month, Wang Ping brought his disciples to the Taoist temple of their master, Taoist Yucheng. After worshiping Taoist Yucheng's spirit tablet, everything returned to normal.

During these few days, Wang Ping's humanity was relieved to the greatest extent. Everything he had obtained and enjoyed now was undoubtedly perfect. For a moment, he even thought about letting it go.

But after everything returned to calm, he felt that such thinking was too narrow-minded. God had given him a new life and also gifted him with a great opportunity. How could he waste such a unique condition?
Moreover, he was reluctant to see all his cultivation turn into dust.

This should be the obsession of all practitioners. Everyone understands the philosophy of the saints in the book. Wang Ping also has this understanding, but he cannot be so free and easy.

"What are you thinking about again?"

Yu Lian's voice echoed in my ears.

At this moment, Wang Ping was standing on the edge of the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain. His spiritual consciousness overlooked an area of ​​thousands of kilometers. He watched the people struggling in the sea of ​​suffering, and the monks who seemed to have escaped from the sea of ​​suffering struggling for their own destiny. Yu Lian's question made him turn his head.

Yu Lian flew behind Wang Ping. When Wang Ping turned his head, she shrank and landed on his shoulder.

Wang Ping responded softly: "It's just random thoughts!"

Yu Lian looked at Wang Ping and said, "The wisdom we are born with is accompanied by good and evil desires. Unless we abandon some of our human nature, we will never be able to get rid of it. We don't have to feel ashamed of our evil thoughts and desires. This is normal human nature. Otherwise, you will really become those rational gods in myths. Although they are high above, do you want to be like that?"

"Haha~"

Wang Ping chuckled: "You are right. We don't need to feel wrong for our own good and evil desires. Human nature is like this. If we suppress our human nature blindly, it will not be worth it."

After he said that, he walked towards the old locust tree while playing with the metal ball.

...

The Qianmuguan Competition was a major event in the entire Zhongzhou Continent. Many things that happened during the competition were passed down as miraculous. The weapon cultivator from the Jiuding Sect who won the first place was even said to be the leader of the new generation.

However, as time goes by, these topics have gradually faded. After all, there are millions of Qigong practitioners in the world today. How could a genius not be born someday?
It was early summer, and the north was still troubled by drought. Fortunately, the imperial court had been stable in recent years, and although there was a tendency for local governments to split, there had not been much unrest.

If there is a wise ruler at this time, assisted by several capable ministers, the world can be cleared up, but such a situation is not what most people would like to see.

On the third day of June, the emperor suddenly fell critically ill and passed away within two days.

Since the emperor had no children, Empress Dowager Liu Qing personally selected an eight-year-old child from the royal family to inherit the throne, and also selected three ministers to take care of the child.

Just two days after the new emperor ascended the throne, Empress Dowager Liu Qing also passed away in her own Wuchen Palace.

After the news spread, some were happy and some were worried. The three ministers entrusted with the care of the young emperor tried hard to maintain the balance of the court. At the critical moment, a rebellion broke out in the north again because of the food problem.

Wang Ping used his puppet to experience the entire political situation in the capital city in the past few days. The Empress Dowager died of old age. She was able to live so long thanks to her practice of "Changchun Gong".

Liu Qing has endured a lot of infamy over the years, but after her death, even more outrageous things happened. For example, the ministers even had disagreements on whether to send troops to quell the rebellion, and they didn't come up with a set of rules for half a month.

While the court was arguing over this issue, Dong Can visited Wang Ping's dojo.

"The monks of the 'First Day' are evacuating. They even abandoned their strongholds that they had operated for hundreds of years, as well as some important sacrificial sites!"

Dong Can always reports things directly.

Wang Ping immediately used his puppet to check, but his puppet could only penetrate as far as the periphery of the 'First Day', and the periphery was calm at the moment.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, he asked, "What kind of evacuation?"

"They plan to abandon all the strongholds and pawns they have deployed in Zhongzhou!"

"So simple?"

"Yes!" Dong Can answered as he took out a letter from his storage bag and handed it over, saying, "This is a letter from Taoist Ke Yue to you."

Wang Ping's eyes fell on the envelope. The style of the envelope was the most popular gray and white style in the past hundred years. It was also made of the most expensive cardboard with gold-plated lines around it.

Yu Lian, who was playing with a calico cat nearby, heard the conversation. She flew over and landed on Wang Ping's shoulder, also looking at the letter curiously. The calico cat was circling around Wang Ping's feet.

Wang Ping picked up the envelope and, without asking Dong Can to leave, opened the envelope and took out the letter written on the finest cloth. Yu Lian immediately stretched her neck to look at the contents of the letter with Wang Ping.

The letter naturally began with a greeting, followed by an apology, stating that she was willing to continue serving Qianmu Temple, and hinting that this order came from Taoist Hefeng, and she had to obey.

At the end of the letter, she also reminded Wang Ping that there would definitely be chaos within the Zhenyang Sect this time, and asked Wang Ping to make adequate preparations in advance.

"Is she doing you a favor?" Yu Lian asked.

"My favors are not so easy to sell!" Wang Ping put away the letter, looked at Dong Can and asked, "Why don't you let her come and talk to me in person?"

Dong Can lowered his head and said, "I guess she doesn't dare to come."

Wang Ping smiled and said, "It's my fault."

Dong Can didn't dare to continue the conversation and could only remain silent.

Wang Ping did not embarrass Dong Can. He casually threw the letter on the coffee table, looked at Dong Can and asked, "Your disciples should be preparing to advance to the third realm, right? When your inheritance is finalized, you should also plan for the fourth realm, right?"

"Yes!"

"Are you confident?"

"It's not about confidence, I have to take this step."

"That's right, go and get busy. If you need promotion, you can ask Liu Shuang for it. You have worked hard all these years and this is what you deserve." Wang Ping waved his hand.

Dong Can immediately bowed and left.

Wang Ping's eyes fell on the letter again. After a while, he turned his head to look at the calico cat lying next to him and said to Yu Lian, "Speaking of the advancement of weapon cultivators, I can't help but think of the 'Painted Face Mask' in the hands of the Taoist from the South Sea. The 150 years of our agreement with Guan Xi are almost up, right?"

"Already arrived!"

Yu Lian responded.

Wang Ping nodded thoughtfully, and habitually took out the metal ball to play with it. Then, he looked at Yu Lian with joy and said, "Your magic weapon will be ready soon!"

"Has the consciousness of the Star God finally surrendered?"

Yu Lian's tone was full of surprise.

Wang Ping nodded, "Yes, the facts prove that even a madman will surrender, but his surrender is only theoretical. Once the magic circle inside is unlocked, he may go crazy again at any time, just like the soul of the corpse."

"I understand. Don't worry, I won't be fooled by it!"

Yu Lian responded confidently. Wang Ping said no more. The subsequent refining of magic tools was relatively simple. It only required some fixed natural materials and treasures to build a magic array for gathering and storing water spirits.

With Qianmuguan's current financial resources and influence all over the world, it will only take half a year to gather all these materials.

Wang Ping spent another two months using the instructions on the light screen panel to set up a magic circle in the storage space, and then decorated the metal ball into the green color that Yu Lian liked, and the task was completed.

Yu Lian named it "Liu Yu Qiu". Needless to say, it must be the name of a magical weapon used by a character in a certain story, otherwise it would not be so abstract.

"Do you want to go to outer space and test its energy gathering speed?"

Wang Ping asked after Yu Lian completely refined the magic weapon.

Yu Lian agreed without even thinking: "Okay!"

But just as she finished her words, a familiar puppet bird fell from the sky. It was the puppet bird that Wang Ping gave to Guan Xi. The calico cat bent down beside it, and it seemed that it was going to kill the puppet bird, but was stopped in time by Yu Lian.

The content brought by the puppet bird was the same as what Wang Ping thought. The "Jimin Society" was already prepared to deal with the Taoist's magic weapon from the South China Sea, and invited Wang Ping to a teahouse in Jinhuai City for a detailed discussion.

Wang Ping pondered for more than ten breaths, looked at Yu Lian and said: "This time we can not only test the speed of energy gathering, but also test whether it is useful in actual combat, and then we will improve it!"

After saying that, he sat down cross-legged without waiting for Yu Lian to answer and used the luck formation to deduce.

Not long after, Bi Shi's soul pushed hundreds of images to him, but before Wang Ping had time to watch them, these images turned into fragments and disappeared.

"what happened?"

Yu Lian asked, sensing Wang Ping's change in mood.

Wang Ping pondered for a few breaths and responded: "Someone is blocking the secrets of heaven. It is not a Xuanmen method. His method is very direct, and it is direct in the literal sense. He directly shattered all possible deductions of the future!"

"Is it the Jesuit Mission?"

"possible."

"Now how to do?"

Wang Ping thought about it again and said, "We have to go and pay our respects to Yuanwu Zhenjun."

A thoughtful look flashed across Yu Lian's eyes.

After all, the Taoist from the South Sea is a cultivator of the fourth realm. If he wants to besiege him, it is very necessary to first listen to the True Lord's opinion. If True Lord Yuanwu agrees, then his trip will be guaranteed to a certain extent.

Moreover, as long as the True Lord nods, he can fight against the cultivators of the fourth realm. With his current level of cultivation, even if he cannot fight head-on, he can still escape.

"The premise is that the True Lord will not sell you out."

Yu Lian reminded.

Wang Ping shook his head and said, "No, at least not yet. The reason why I agreed to close the secret is because Lord Xiaoshan was once interested in the 'Painted Face Mask' in the hands of the Taoist from the South Sea. Combined with its abilities, I suspect that its core is a Taiyan Fourth Realm True Spirit. This risk is worth taking."

"As long as you know what's going on!"

Yu Lian slid down Wang Ping's arm and into his sleeve.

Afterwards, Wang Ping sent a message to Liu Shuang saying that he was going out for a while, and then flew straight to Ningzhou Road, and soon saw the familiar stream.

Landing at the edge of the stream, Wang Ping did not rush in, but waited quietly, because he saw that the gate of the courtyard next to him was closed.

Two hours later.

When the summer sun's rays became scorching, Yuanwu Zhenjun, dressed in a coarse farmer's short cloth shirt, came over from the end of the path beside the stream. His feet were covered in mud, and it seemed that he had just been busy in the paddy field.

Upon seeing this, Wang Ping quickly clasped his fists and stepped aside, quietly waiting for Yuanwu Zhenjun to approach.

"I didn't expect you to come today." Yuan Wu Zhenjun greeted Wang Ping and said, "Are you here for the Zhongzhou artifact?"

"No."

Wang Ping's answer surprised Yuan Wu Zhen Jun a little, but Yuan Wu Zhen Jun was not in a hurry. He pushed open the door and said, "Wait for me first."

He walked to the water tank not far from the courtyard gate, used the clean water in it to wash the mud on his feet, then scooped up a bucket of water and drank half of it in big gulps. Then he threw the gourd into the water tank, looked at Wang Ping and said, "Before the rise of humanity, many of our people fought with the demons for this mouthful of water and suffered bloodshed."

Wang Ping lowered his head quickly when he heard this. He thought that Master Yuanwu was saying that he was too close to the demon clan.

"Don't be so nervous, I didn't mean to say anything!" Yuan Wu Zhenjun waved his hand, walked to the Eight Immortals Table in the yard and sat down, looking at Wang Ping as if he was looking at a child, and asked: "What's the matter, tell me."

Wang Ping clasped his fists and got straight to the point: "The people from the Jimin Society found me and wanted me to help besiege the Nanhai Daoist. I wonder if this is feasible."

"You are quite calculating."

Yuan Wu Zhenjun chuckled first, nodded at Wang Ping, and then said: "He is just an illegal household. You can do whatever you want to him. However, the Vajra Temple will probably fight with you. They have four fourth-level cultivators. Although you drove one of them to the border outside the domain, there are still three."

"Sometimes being too clever can backfire. You're just too clever and want to plan everything to perfection. The Vajra Temple is bound to block your way in the future. You should kick them out while the Second Seat Council still has some power. If you don't use some power, you'll regret it if it expires!"

"Don't be so nervous. I don't mean to blame you. It's a good ending for the Taiyan Sect to fall into your hands. You are also a leader among the humane monks. Just for this reason, I will support you. Go ahead and do the work of the Nanhai Taoist, but only this time. In the future, please inform me in advance."

Wang Ping's thoughts were seen through by Yuanwu Zhenjun, and Yuanwu Zhenjun's meaning was also very clear. He could support Wang Ping in doing things within the rules, but would not accept Wang Ping's calculations.

"Yes!"

Wang Ping responded simply.

Yuan Wu Zhen Jun looked at Wang Ping and seemed to have something to say, but he shook his head gently and waved his hand, saying, "Okay, you can leave. I am used to meditating at noon."

"Yes!"

Wang Ping respectfully left the courtyard and retreated to the stream. He took Yu Lian and turned into a stream of light and flew towards Jinhuai City. He hovered on the clouds above Jinhuai City and recalled the conversation he had just had with Yuanwu Zhenjun.

Yu Lian climbed onto Wang Ping's shoulder and spoke in human language, "Are you blaming me for being too indecisive?"

"No, the effect he wanted has been achieved. He said that I am not ruthless enough and should clear out all those who may oppose me in the future while I still have power."

“It’s a pity indeed!”

"Nothing to regret, I'll go my own way, as long as I feel comfortable." After Wang Ping said this, he communicated with Yu Lian in the Spiritual Sea: "They are just temporarily going to the outer land, not completely gone. For this pool of stagnant water whose depth is unknown, we should stay away from it." (End of this chapter)