There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Qianmuguan climbs to the fairy platform.

Zi Luan led Taoist Huai Mo into Qianmu Temple through his special channel. When the two climbed the huge steps behind the mountain gate, Taoist Huai Mo looked at the prosperous scene of the outer gate of Qianmu Temple, and finally set his sights on the deep canyon leading to the inner gate.

"The scale of Qianmu Temple is almost catching up with the time when Senior Yuxiao led the southern cultivation world." Taoist Huai Mo said this subconsciously.

"Haha, with the current situation, Qianmu Temple will definitely not be able to catch up with the scale of the time when Grandmaster Yuxiao was in power. At that time, the world was dominated by the cultivation world, and there was no mortal government. The headquarters of Qianmu Temple alone occupied Shang'an Prefecture, Sanhe Prefecture, and Wudao Prefecture. Everything in the world was dominated by cultivators, and mortals were just slaves of cultivators."

Zi Luan shook his head in response.

Taoist Huai Mo looked up at the sky and used one hand to shield his eyes from direct contact with the glaring sunlight. He then said, "It was Senior Yuxiao who ended everything. He is the person I admire most in my life. If he hadn't broken the shackles of the world, I might not even have the chance to advance to the second realm."

Zi Luan nodded involuntarily. "I remember that Hushan Country was called Nanzhou at that time. The entire Haicheng was the headquarters of Yuqing Sect. Other places were used by Yuqing Sect to cultivate medicinal herbs and spiritual treasures. A large number of humans and monsters were slaves of Yuqing Sect. Their minds were numb and their emotions were not even as rich as my puppets."

Taoist Huai Mo seemed to be lost in memories, with a hint of fear in his eyes. He whispered, "The sky at that time seemed to have never been so bright. It is rumored that Master Huishan wanted to turn everyone in the world into puppets. Given the situation at the time, I think it was not wrong for him to have such an idea."

Zi Luan replied: "But in the end, he was informed by the Grandmaster Yu Xiao, whom you admire the most. Otherwise, he might have gotten what he wanted."

"It turns out that Senior Yuxiao is right. This world has improved a lot, but it's not thorough enough."

“If Grandmaster Yuxiao had succeeded in his promotion, perhaps this world would have looked very different.”

"Ok!"

The two of them ended their conversation here. After a few moments of silence, Zi Luan led Huai Mo through the long canyon between the two peaks and came to the inner gate of Qianmu Temple. They landed on a step in the Neiguang Square and walked to the foot of Qianmu Mountain. They were immediately attracted by two spirit snakes playing in the river next to the foot of the mountain.

Huai Mo's expression was the same as that of the Qianmu Temple disciple passing by, revealing obvious desire.

Zi Luan smiled and said, "Don't even think about it, my friend. Currently, the only person in the entire Qianmu Temple who can sign a contract with the Spirit Snake Clan, besides the Lord of the Mansion, is Xia Wenyi from Mozhou Road."

Taoist Huai Mo looked at Zi Luan, "Haven't you always wanted to contract a spirit beast that is suitable for the Tai Yan Talisman? Have you never tried?"

Zi Luan kept smiling. He had already persuaded a pair of spirit snakes to use the spiritual power he collected to cultivate a snake egg to be hatched. It would just take some time, but he would not tell Huai Mo about this, so he just smiled and said nothing.

The two spirit snakes in the river fought for a while and then dived to the bottom of the river. As the river surface returned to calm, Zi Luan and Huai Mo began to climb Qianmu Mountain. When they climbed halfway up the mountain, the disciples from the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain appeared and led them all the way to the top of the mountain.

A pleasant sound of piano immediately reached the ears of Ziluan and Huai Mo. When they followed the disciples into the garden, they smelled the light fragrance of tea.

As they walked along the winding path and saw the old locust tree covered with white petals, they both subconsciously lowered their heads. When they saw Wang Ping out of the corner of their eyes, they clasped their fists and bowed in unison, saying, "Greetings, Lord."

"No need to be so polite, come and sit down and talk."

Wang Ping, wearing a blue wide-sleeved silk coat, was sitting casually on the cushion beside the coffee table in front of the old locust tree. Hu Lin was making tea beside him in an orderly manner. He was even more quiet than his master Hu Qianqian and did not look like a demon at all.

There was another chessboard next to the coffee table. Xia Wenyi's disciple Xia Qin was playing chess with Xuan Ling's new disciple Liu Zhi. The relationship between the two did not seem harmonious, because they occasionally looked at each other with disdain.

The sound came from the guqin in Hu Qianqian's hand. She sat under the old locust tree. When she played the guqin, her tail swayed back and forth to the rhythm of the sound, and her furry ears kept fluttering.

After the battle with Linshui Prefecture, Wang Ping's disciples all sent their own disciples to the mountaintop temple, but only Hu Qianqian came in person.

"Thank you Mr. Fu."

Zi Luan and Huai Mo walked quickly forward and sat down beside the coffee table properly.

Hu Lin immediately added tea for the two of them.

Wang Ping didn't talk about business right away because he was in a good mood, especially listening to Hu Qianqian's piano, which made him not want to talk about those calculating topics.

After a cup of tea, Hu Qianqian's piano playing also stopped abruptly. Yu Lian, who was lying on the branch of the old locust tree, opened one eye, glanced at Zi Luan and Huai Mo, and then closed her eyes again to sleep.

"I haven't thanked Brother Ziluan for his help in this war against Linshui Prefecture." Wang Ping was very polite.

"I dare not." Zi Luan quickly clasped his fists in return.

"There was a small ceremony to reward people for their merits a few days ago. Fellow Daoist, you were in seclusion and did not participate. The rewards you are supposed to receive are still stored in the front hall. You can go and get them now."

"Yes, thank you, Lord."

Zi Luan clasped his fists in salute, then stood up decisively to say goodbye.

Wang Ping looked at Hu Lin who was making tea and said, "Go and send Brother Ziluan off for me."

Hu Lin also stood up and saluted, "Yes, Master."

Wang Ping sat up, picked up the teacup and took a sip. He glanced at Hu Qianqian, whose furry ears immediately flipped back. He walked to the two juniors who were playing chess next to him and led them out of the garden.

"How much do you know about the fourth realm of Yuqing Sect? How confident are you that you can successfully advance?"

After asking this question, Wang Ping put down his teacup and sat back on the cushion on the grass. He was very serious when he asked the question, but returned to a relaxed state after he finished. He seemed to be concerned about the topic, but also a little casual.

Huai Mo was not surprised by these two questions. He was silent for a few breaths before answering, "There has always been a rumor within the Yuqing Sect that the fourth realm requires the blessing of the True Lord to advance, but no one knows what the True Lord's blessing is. I do have a guess..."

When he said this, he glanced at Wang Ping. Seeing that Wang Ping still had a calm expression, he continued, "There has always been a rumor within the Taiyin Sect that True Lord Bai Yan would grant some secret techniques to the second-level disciples of the Taiyin Sect every once in a while. After these disciples obtain his techniques, they can enter the third level without sleeping, but they need to stay in seclusion for a long time to stabilize the netherworld energy in their bodies."

"Taiyin and my Yuqing both belong to the Tianmen, and many of our techniques are similar, so I have always guessed that this blessing is a secret method. But now the condition of Master Xuanqing doesn't seem to be very good, and it is difficult to obtain his blessing." "Therefore, although the Yuqing Sect has a quota for the fourth realm, and Master Yuxing has stated that whoever is promoted first will get this quota, not many people are willing to try in recent years, and all those who have tried have failed."

Yu Lian suddenly appeared beside him. She stared at Huai Mo and asked, "So you don't have any confidence in advancing to the fourth realm?"

Huai Mo first saluted Yu Lian and said, "Greetings to Ambassador Ling Yuan. To reply to the ambassador, we have to wait for an opportunity. The Yuqing Sect itself has a rank in the fourth realm, and the death of Lord Yangde has left another rank. We all believe that Lord Xuanqing will not let it go. When the opportunity arises, I will go all out."

Yu Lian looked Huai Mo up and down, and then communicated with Wang Ping in the spiritual sea: "This person is determined and has great justice in his heart. There is no great killing and karma in the cause and effect."

Wang Ping reached out and picked up the teacup, still leaning on the cushion, looking at the teacup and saying, "Daoyou, have you ever heard of the Immortal Clan and the Shura Clan?"

Huai Mo was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Wang Ping to ask such a question, and then answered truthfully: "I heard about it in some vernacular stories a few years ago."

Wang Ping turned his head and glanced at Huai Mo, who was sitting upright at the moment. "I have an opportunity for your promotion here, do you want it?" He originally wanted to explain something to Huai Mo, but after thinking about it, he felt it was troublesome and went straight to the business.

Huai Mo was stunned again. He knew that Wang Ping would never joke about this matter. After a few breaths, he quickly stood up, clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "I hope the Lord will help me."

He made no promises, but that was a promise.

Wang Ping glanced at Yu Lian beside him, and Yu Lian nodded slightly.

Then, Wang Ping sat up straight, took out the crystal that sealed Xuan Qing's spiritual body from his storage bag, and said, "You should know how Xuan Qing Zhenjun was promoted, right?"

Huai Mo kept bowing and answered, "I know a little, but I don't know whether it's true or not."

Wang Ping said, "When Lingshan Zhenjun was seriously injured, he voluntarily merged with Xuanqing's soul consciousness, and thus became Xuanqing Zhenjun today. The crystal seals the spiritual body left after Xuanqing separated from his soul consciousness. This body probably contains the secret method you want."

Huai Mo suddenly raised his head and looked at the sealed crystal in Wang Ping's hand. He tried hard to suppress the greed in his mind, then lowered his head, bowed again and said: "I hope the Lord will help me!"

Wang Ping stretched out his right hand and lightly pointed to the side. Suddenly, a transfer array appeared. A wood cultivator wearing a blue Taoist robe walked out of the array. This was a puppet that Wang Ping had placed in the southern cultivation world. He handed the sealing crystal in his hand to the wood cultivator puppet and said to Huai Mo, "He will follow you until you need this body."

Huai Mo showed a look of joy, and he quickly stood up and stepped back two steps, then knelt on the ground and kowtowed, shouting: "Thank you, Lord, for your grace in giving me a new life!"

Wang Ping passed the wood spirit energy between his fingers, helped Huai Mo up and said, "Whether you can succeed depends on your own luck."

Huai Mo bowed his head and clasped his fists, saying, "The fourth realm of Yuqing Sect is called 'Da Dan'. It is to expand the universe within the body and simulate real matter in order to cultivate into an immortal body. I dare not deceive you, Lord Man. I have always been able to sense that I am lacking something. Now that you have pointed me out, I have a 70% chance of being promoted to the fourth realm."

Wang Ping nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand, saying, "In that case, I'll be waiting for your good news. In addition, you can ask Qianmuguan Internal Affairs for anything you need for promotion."

"Thank you Mr. Fu."

"Well, if you're fine, just leave."

Upon hearing this, Huai Mo bowed and retreated to the end of the path in front of the old locust tree. The wood cultivator who had entered followed him silently, and soon, the two figures disappeared in the garden.

When Yu Lian could no longer sense Huai Mo's aura, she asked, "Do you trust him so much?"

Wang Ping shook his head and smiled: "I just hope that future allies can be more normal."

Yu Lian's mind suddenly emerged with the state of Lord Yuxing, and she nodded involuntarily.

According to the development of the situation, after True Yang Sect's True Lord Lieyang, it will be True Lord Xuanqing of Yuqing Sect who will plan his future. Wang Ping hopes that by then there will be a reliable ally within Yuqing Sect, instead of being like Lord Yuxing, who cannot even communicate with him in a basic way.

"That's right. We will live in peace with the Yuqing Sect for many years to come. We may even be allies. Trust has nothing to do with it."

After saying this, Yu Lian drank the tea in the cup, and then Teng Yun went to play with Hu Qianqian who had left.

Wang Ping's eyes fell on the stove beside him. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of relief after sending the spiritual body away, as if he had resolved some cause and effect.

He picked up the teapot and couldn't help but whisper to himself: "Some causes and effects in this world can indeed come to an end. Although disputes have begun, I can rest peacefully for a while."

In the following period of time, it was indeed as Wang Ping said. Although the world was in chaos, the court was divided into two, and the northern rebels occupied the capital city and established a new temple, the cultivation world was unusually quiet.

Several senior monks from the Vajra Temple did not take much action after returning to Zhongzhou Star. Wang Ping and Rong Yang both thought that according to Ao Bing's character, he would definitely call a second meeting to argue, but Ao Bing did not do so. He just silently suffered the loss.

Ten years passed in a flash.

The young emperors of the two Datong dynasties in the north and the south came of age one after another, and the new dynasty was newly established in the north, resulting in instability on the borders of the three parties in recent years.

However, the three dynasties were extremely prosperous internally, and each had its own local culture and made achievements in literature, economy, and politics.

The power of the Taoist Palace has been greatly strengthened during the ten years of silence. This may be because the Central Plains' sacred artifact fell into the wrong hands, causing the people to trust the Taoist monks more. Some local provinces in the south even formed some special cases. For example, when an official takes office, he must have the blessing of the local Taoist monks, otherwise the people will not recognize him.

This led to the rapid development of the Taoist Palace in the past ten years, which at one point affected the eastern and western continents tens of thousands of miles away. The drought in the north was also effectively curbed, but it also put large areas in the north under the rule of cities and farms. Fortunately, with the supervision of the Zhenyang Sect, the people at the bottom were not exploited too harshly.

Wang Ping has been using the luck array to deduce world affairs over the years, but it has only increased the fusion progress a little. He is not in a hurry because he has a hunch that what the Zhenyang Sect will do in the future can bring him a lot of fusion progress.

Apart from this, he has been drinking tea and strolling around in recent years, living a very carefree life.

However, this kind of life is unlikely to last too long, because Ao Bing has been tinkering with a new second-chair meeting recently, and the dispute over Zhongzhou's divine weapon will definitely be discussed at this second-chair meeting. (End of this chapter)