There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Mountain top ashram.

Wang Ping has announced to the public that he will be in seclusion these days in order to escape from the chaos in Zhongzhou, but in fact he has not relaxed for a moment. On the one hand, he uses puppets to monitor the situation in Shangjing City, on the other hand, he monitors the actions of Zhenyang Sect, and at the same time he needs to take into account the situation on Li Miaolin's side.

At present, Shangjing City is in chaos. Some ministers have even deserted their posts and fled Shangjing City with their families. Recently, the most discussed issue in the conference hall is whether to go south or return west. The ministers argue endlessly about this because there have been two factions in the court of Datong since its founding, one is the remnant of old ministers from the northwest, and the other is the southern clans.

Officials from the southern clans naturally advocated moving south, while ministers from the northwest advocated moving back to Shangning City. After the news of the confrontation between the Zhenyang Sect and Linshui Prefecture at Binguan spread, the ministers from the northwest forcibly took the emperor and the empress dowager to the northwest without even discussing the outcome.

This led to a serious split. The southern officials gathered together to discuss for only half an hour before choosing a new emperor from the royal family. They then issued an edict in the name of the new emperor to move the capital of Datong to Jinhuai City.

This dramatic scene gave Yu Lian a lot of inspiration for her story writing, so she gave the ministers a collective healing spell during their daily prayers.

On the other hand, Wang Ping could not say that he cared much about the two naval forces invading the Southeast Islands, but he could not say that he did not care either, because the two ordinary mortal armies were just testing the reaction of Linshui Prefecture.

Currently, Linshui Mansion does not take these two mortal navy forces seriously. Most of their energy is focused on Binguan, but they have not come up with a good solution, because the person in charge of Linshui Mansion now is Chi Lan, who always likes to consider many things, and then choose to give up under the expectant eyes of everyone.

This time he was still undecided and wanted to wait for the resistance in Liangjiang area to come to a conclusion before making a decision. However, Chunsong, the second disciple of the Third Prince, had a different opinion. He believed that the core disciples should be sent to Liangjiang area immediately and even proposed that he lead the team himself.

These circumstances were inquired by Wang Ping's puppet lurking in the inner gate of Linshui Mansion. When he first heard the news, he even considered letting the disciples of Qianmu Temple march to the Southeast Islands immediately, but then he gave up the idea and planned to observe the outcome of the confrontation between Zhenyang Sect and Linshui Mansion in Binguan first.

In addition, Ao Bing, whom he cared about very much, seemed to have disappeared suddenly. According to the information circulating among the disciples of Linshui Mansion, he should be in seclusion in a deep sea area, and even his two direct disciples did not dare to disturb him.

Wang Ping informed the Jiminhui of the news immediately. The Jiminhui did not respond to this. Wang Ping was not in a hurry because he was just a runner-up in this operation and he only needed to do his part.

What he was most concerned about at this moment was the confrontation with Binguan.

The lives of less than a million people are just a drop in the bucket for every unrest in Zhongzhou. For example, in the Battle of Shangjing City more than 300 years ago, the number of people who died in the vicinity of Shangjing City alone was more than this number. The number of people sacrificed in blood by the royal family to fight against various armies was also more than this number.

But the order still exists at present, and no one dares to be the first to step forward.

However, all this is because the chips are not enough. If the chips were enough, there would be many people who would be the first to take action.

"What choice do you think the Zhenyang Church will make?" Yu Lian asked curiously.

Wang Ping's eyes fell on the sleeping calico cat next to him. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Do you think Rong Yang would let himself be tripped by those people?"

Yu Lian tilted her head and thought about it, then said in a firm tone: "No!"

Wang Ping nodded and smiled, and said softly: "Just as I thought, the Zhenyang Sect is interested in the Zhongzhou artifact this time, but what I didn't expect is that they intend to rule Zhongzhou by force, which may be related to what they are going to do."

"Have you deduced anything yet?"

Wang Ping looked at the light screen panel that popped up. The progress bar of fusing the 'Heaven-Covering Talisman' increased by three points, reaching (67/100). Facing Yu Lian's question, he reached out and gently stroked Yu Lian's head, saying, "Let's just watch quietly."

As he spoke, he used a puppet to bring his consciousness to Bin Guan.

...

Binguan is still as majestic as it was hundreds of years ago when Wang Ping passed by here, but the altars inside and outside have long been demolished, and the remaining bloodstains have disappeared under the erosion of time.

Three days ago, there were still two thousand defenders in Binguan, but now there is not even a single soldier to be seen. The gate of the magnificent checkpoint is wide open, and it is now filled with people heading south. At this moment, no matter they are dignitaries or ordinary civilians, they all lower their heads and rush on their way like dogs that have lost their homes.

In such a densely packed crowd, one could only occasionally hear the sound of a baby crying. The adults spoke in very low voices, as if they were afraid someone would hear them, making this huge crowd seem somewhat depressing.

It was already noon, and the monks from the Tianshang Zhenyang Sect and the Linshui Prefecture had been confronting each other for more than two hours. At the city gate below, a slightly gorgeous carriage was slowly moving forward along with the crowd and the road tracks. There were guards with knives in front, behind, and on both sides of the carriage. A young man in a light blue brocade robe was sitting in the driver's seat.

The young man was wearing a brocade robe with shiny metal wrist guards on his wrists and a hard breastplate on his chest. His hair was tied tightly together with a piece of brocade. He held a long sword in one hand and a horse whip in the other. His sharp eyes kept examining the passers-by around him.

"Relax, the guards can handle these petty thieves on the way. What you really need to worry about are the ones above you."

A middle-aged man's voice was heard from inside the carriage. As he spoke, he lifted the curtain in front of the carriage, leaned against the entrance of the carriage, and held a small green gourd in his right hand, from which a rich aroma of wine emanated.

If any of the older generation of Linshui Mansion disciples looked over now, they would definitely recognize him. He was Yue Ziyu, who was imprisoned for more than a hundred years and then expelled from Linshui Mansion.

He did not look as decadent as before and seemed to be enjoying his current life. He was not worried about his current situation at all. After all, his cultivation was still there.

With a slightly intoxicated look, he glanced at the chaotic yet orderly crowded crowd nearby. He saw two hooligans at the edge of the crowd trying to snatch a package from an old man. An old woman was lying on the ground next to him, and it was unknown whether she was dead or alive. The people passing by all had indifferent expressions on their faces, and had no intention of stepping forward to help the old man.

"Where are the marbles you usually play with?"

Yue Ziyu asked the young man driving the car.

The young man blushed when he heard this and said, "I haven't played for a long time."

"Give me two!"

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand.

At this time, a soft female voice came from the carriage: "It's with me. Xiang'er asked me to keep it when I left."

As she spoke, she took out a gray wooden box and opened it, revealing some iron beads.

Yue Ziyu stretched out his left hand and raised it slightly, and suddenly two iron beads flew up and surrounded his fingertips.

As a sound of breaking air was heard, the two hooligans who bullied the old man trembled all over, and then fell to the ground with their eyes wide open. The people around them were suddenly in an uproar, because there was a big hole between the eyebrows of the two hooligans, white brain matter and blood splattered all over the ground, and their wide-open eyes turned blood red in an instant, as if expressing their unwillingness.

The bullied old man was also terrified, but then he remembered something and the fear on his face faded away. He quickly ran to the old woman lying next to him, and then he heard the old man cursing something.

"Master, why didn't you teach me this?"

The young man, called 'Xiang'er' by the woman in the carriage, was mesmerized, and then looked at Yue Ziyu with shining eyes. Yue Ziyu smiled and said, "I will teach you when the time is right. Don't worry, I will teach you all my skills, but I have to confirm whether you can learn it first."

Xiang Er clenched the knife in her hand and said, "I can definitely learn it. It depends on whether Master will teach me."

As he spoke, someone not far away cursed quietly: "This damn weather, hot one moment, cold the next, it's really fucking hell."

"It's getting hotter and hotter. It feels like there's a stove burning on my head!"

Someone agrees.

Xiang'er also said, "It is indeed hotter than before."

Yue Ziyu concealed his breath, raised his head and looked at the sky through the gap in the carriage curtain, and saw a fiery red light expanding rapidly.

"I didn't expect the True Yang Cult to be so determined. They can turn a blind eye to so many people here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scorching heat made people's skin sting. At this moment, everyone couldn't help but look up at the sky behind them, and then their faces were illuminated by the fire in the sky and turned red.

"what!"

There was a scream from someone in front, and a young man held his face and wailed in pain. A little fire could be seen in his eyes between his fingers, and his eyes seemed to be burned by sparks.

At this moment, a dazzling flash of fire flashed across the sky, and a raging fire engulfed the entire sky the next moment. At that time, dozens of Zhenyang Sect monks who had entered the country used magic weapons to ignite the spiritual energy in the sky. The flames passed through the sky above Binguan and rushed towards the monks from Linshui Prefecture. The scorching heat made the people who looked up at the sky suffer.

Screams rang out one after another, and the originally orderly team suddenly became chaotic. The people trapped in Binguan at the back rushed towards the city gate like crazy, because flames from the burning sky would fall to the ground from time to time, and any material touched by those flames would be immediately swallowed up by the fire.

Some smart people have already run towards a river at the end of the horizon on both sides.

"Boom~"

A loud bang was heard in the sky, and the flames that streaked across the sky were blocked by the defensive barrier formed by the monks of Linshui Mansion. The powerful impact force broke through the sound barrier, making a shrill scream, and spread to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed, spreading to the earth in a blink of an eye.

The people affected were initially pressed to the ground by the powerful pressure, but then the direction of the pressure changed because of the earth, and the people were lifted up from the ground. Their flesh and blood bodies collided with each other in the air under the influence of powerful inertia, and the sound made people fear and tremble.

"boom"

A body hit the wheel of a carriage that was standing steady in the strong wind and was bounced away, leaving a trace of scarlet blood at the place of impact. The bounced body was lifted up by the strong wind again and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"gentlemen…"

The woman in the carriage spoke softly with some concern.

Yue Ziyu smiled and said softly: "It doesn't matter, we will continue to head south."

The next words he said were directed to the guards around the carriage. These guards were all Qigong practitioners and they knew how to fight against the aftermath.

"Yes!"

The guards bowed in response. Xiang'er, who was driving the carriage, steadied the old horse in front and urged it to go faster. Fortunately, the people blocking the way had dispersed at this moment, and the speed of the carriage was increased.

"Don't worry about the battle above, just keep moving forward!"

Yue Ziyu's voice sounded again.

Xiang'er, who was about to look up to see what was happening in the sky, immediately responded, "Yes, Master."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were bursts of muffled sounds from the sky, followed by dense rain of fire falling from the sky, hitting the ground and creating dark deep pits, and more innocent people suffered.

"Master, aren't they afraid of being held accountable by the Dao Palace for doing this?"

Xiang'er asked the doubts in his mind. Until the battle officially started just now, he didn't believe that the disciples of Zhenyang Sect and Linshui Prefecture would start fighting without caring about the people gathered in Binguan.

Yue Ziyu chuckled and said, "You don't need to know the answer to this question."

He was actually just as surprised as Xiang'er at the determination of the Zhenyang Cult, but he quickly adjusted his mood and whispered, "Hurry up, after a while, we may not even be able to breathe here."

He was not wrong. The combination of fire and water in the sky caused serious air pollution in the area. Before long, ordinary people would die from breathing even if they were not affected by the battle in the sky.

"Bang~"

There was a loud noise nearby. A disciple of Linshui Mansion was shot down and landed ten feet to the left of the carriage, creating a deep pit on the ground. Soon, layers of ice crystals spread out from the pit. Before the disciple's spiritual veins became twisted, a flaming sword fell from the sky and completely cut off his life.

"Don't worry about him, just keep going."

Yue Ziyu scolded softly.

At this time, two disciples of the Zhenyang Sect landed in front of the deep pit. They glanced at the carriage and didn't pay too much attention to it. After all, it was normal to have some Qigong practitioners in the mortal world.

In the following time, disciples from both sides continued to fall. Xiang'er was terrified the whole time. He had thrown away the long sword in his hand and drove the carriage very carefully, moving towards the road ahead under Yue Ziyu's constant reminders.

A quarter of an hour later.

They walked across the stone bridge over the river on the horizon. More and more people were fleeing on the river bank. They were fleeing madly to the south. Some people still stayed near the river because they subconsciously believed that only water could extinguish the fire.

But they will soon regret this foolish decision, because water is the weapon of the monks of Linshui Mansion. Not long after Yue Ziyu's carriage went away, when the monks of Zhenyang Sect advanced to the vicinity of the river, the monks of Linshui Mansion immediately activated the water spirit formation arranged in the river, and the endless river water immediately flooded the river... (End of this chapter)