There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

This time, the Xin Dynasty's use of troops against the Northwestern Datong Court also had the shadow of Wang Ping's puppet manipulation, but he only added fuel to the flames, because the Xin Dynasty had planned to take down the Northwestern Court in one fell swoop, but was hindered by the army under the command of the third prince of Pingzhou Road and the three powerful armies of Zhenyang Mountain.

In the past few months, the Xin Dynasty has been negotiating with the three powerful coalition forces of Zhenyang Mountain. Half a month ago, the deal was finally reached. The two sides plan to send troops together to divide up the territory occupied by the northwestern court, and they also need to work together to contain the army under the command of the third prince.

This is an action that affects the entire body and can be said to have an impact on the future situation of the entire Zhongzhou, so Wang Ping, who predicted it in advance, gained a great benefit.

"If you don't mind, how about coming in and having a cup of tea?"

Fengchuan made the invitation.

Wang Ping's consciousness sank, and he nodded after the light screen panel disappeared. He could feel that the person in front of him seemed to have something to ask for. Along the way, he had met many people who asked for help, and of course, there were also some people who wanted to kill him.

When Wang Ping was planning the world situation, these ordinary people were just numbers. Now, walking in the downtown, these numbers have become vivid lives. Each of them has his own story, his own joys and sorrows, which makes Wang Ping have a deeper respect for life.

Entering the gate of the school, the first thing that catches your eye is a large bare courtyard. There are no rockery or waterside pavilions like in the Zhongzhou courtyard, nor are there any decorations of flowers, plants or trees. It is just a courtyard paved with gravel. There are some deep pits on the ground in the east corner of the courtyard, which look like they were formed by human trampling.

This yard is also a martial arts training ground. The deep pit in the corner should have been formed when they practiced martial arts by sensing the airflow. Feng Chuan politely invited Wang Ping to the main hall of the school, and then called a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old and asked him to prepare tea.

"Master, is this your first time going out for training?" Fengchuan asked.

"I've been out a few times before, but this is my first time in Xizhou. I've always heard from my fellow brothers about the beauty of the mountains in the north of Xizhou, so I just happened to have some time so I decided to go out for a walk."

Wang Ping gave a simple answer.

Yu Lian reminded him in the Spiritual Sea: "He just had an evil thought for a moment. The first time a disciple of Qianmu Temple goes out for training is when he has successfully trained his Qi, the second time is when he has successfully established his foundation, and the third time is after he has entered the country. He is testing your cultivation, which shows that he knows Zhongzhou cultivators very well."

When Fengchuan heard Wang Ping's answer, a hint of respect appeared on his face, which confirmed Yu Lian's reminder.

"In your opinion, how long will it take for the corrupt situation in Zhongzhou to stabilize?" Feng Chuan looked like he was seeking advice. He must be really concerned about the situation in Zhongzhou, as he always mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally.

"It's not clear yet. Maybe there will be results in more than ten years. This cannot be rushed. The chaos lasted for nearly a hundred years after the collapse of the Xia Dynasty hundreds of years ago."

Wang Ping was chatting casually.

Feng Chuan's eyes dimmed when he heard this. He sighed and said, "In a hundred years, I will become a pile of yellow earth."

Wang Ping looked at him and asked, "What do you want, fellow Taoist?"

"Foundation Pill!"

"Is there no foundation-building pill in Xizhou?"

"Yes, but it's much more expensive than in Zhongzhou, almost ten times the price, and you may not be able to buy it."

Wang Ping nodded slightly. To him, the Foundation Establishment Pill was no different from ordinary candy if he wanted it, but he would not be a good person.

Fengchuan's expression became even gloomier when he saw that Wang Ping did not respond. At this time, the young man who had just walked out came in from the side door holding two cups of tea.

"Master, use tea. This tea is the pure tea I specially transplanted from Zhongzhou."

"Thank you."

After Wang Ping thanked him politely, he picked up the teacup that the young man put down. The style of the teacup was similar to that in southern Zhongzhou, except that the pattern on it was of wild beasts, which was very different from the aesthetic of southern Zhongzhou.

The tea aroma should be lighter. This is probably because the roasting method is incorrect, which results in the damage of the aroma of the tea itself.

After a cup of tea, Feng Chuan put down his teacup, clasped his fists and said solemnly: "I have a humble request. I would like to ask you to use the 'Qingmu Technique' to heal the hidden injuries of the children in the tribe."

This request surprised Wang Ping a little, and Yu Lian was even more surprised than Wang Ping.

"To be honest, Taoist priest, the children in our tribe have also practiced martial arts to sense the qi since they were young, but they have to follow their parents to the mountains and forests to hunt since they were ten years old. Over the years, many children have hidden injuries. If Taoist friends are willing to help, there are many adult iron bamboos stored in the tribe. I can take the initiative to give them all to Taoist friends as a reward."

Fengchuan clasped his fists and spoke again.

His deal was very fair. For ordinary wood spirit cultivators, iron bamboo was indeed the best material for refining magical instruments.

"no problem."

Wang Ping did not refuse.

Feng Chuan heard the words and swept away his previous disappointment. He stood up, clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Taoist Priest."

Wang Ping stood up and returned the greeting. Many people had come to him for treatment along the way, so this time wouldn't make a difference, not to mention that he would be paid for it.

An hour later.

Wang Ping put away the ten iron bamboos and walked out of the school. Fengchuan took him to visit other parts of the town. After a simple lunch, Wang Ping declined Fengchuan's invitation and walked out from the gate on the other side of the town.

During a casual chat with Fengchuan, Wang Ping specifically asked about the scenic spots in this forest. Fengchuan mentioned several, one of which was a large waterfall nearby. It happened to be the rainy season at this time, and there was plenty of water in the forest, so the waterfall could be seen in its most beautiful state.

"I can sense the location of the waterfall. Should I fly directly there? There should be a lot of fish and shrimps in the deep pool under the waterfall." Yu Lian said impatiently.

Wang Ping reached out his hand and gently stroked Yu Lian's little head, then slowly walked along the winding road into the forest. There was a chilly and cold air in the forest, as well as a smell of corruption and a faint smell of blood. The smell of blood was left by the wild beasts in the forest, and they were extremely aggressive beasts.

The overall scenery of the forest is nice, with some natural wild flowers dotted among the dense jungle. However, the beautiful scenery for Wang Ping is a matter of life and death for the people in the town, and it is their livelihood.

After entering the forest, Wang Ping sensed a strong wood spirit aura and noticed some old trees that contained spiritual energy. Yu Lian couldn't help but say, "The oldest tree here is more than 3,000 years old. This is undoubtedly the result of the mountain people's daily maintenance."

"This is where they make their living, so of course we have to protect it." Wang Ping quickened his pace, while Yu Lian soared into the sky, shuttling back and forth among the trees, teasing the little animals.

About an hour later.

Wang Ping heard the clear sound of flowing water, and the air became much more humid. He continued along the path that the mountain people had walked. After another quarter of an hour, he saw the waterfall that Fengchuan mentioned. There was a turbulent river hundreds of feet wide upstream of the waterfall, so the waterfall was also hundreds of feet wide, but only more than ten feet high.

This waterfall is like a tumbling sleeping dragon spanning between the two banks. The water it stirs up falls into the deep pool with rippling blue waves, stirring up layers of waves and making a deafening roar that is as shocking as thousands of horses galloping.

The moment it caught his eyes, Wang Ping truly felt the beauty of the world, and it made him temporarily forget the troubles of being in a sea of ​​suffering.

"Wow!" Yu Lian couldn't wait to dive into the deep pool, and then waves were raised in the deep pool.

At the edge of the deep pool several miles away, some mountain people were casting nets to catch fish. Some of them were standing in the slightly turbulent water. They had hemp ropes tied around their waists, and people on the shore were pulling the other end of the ropes. There were already quite a few fresh fish and shrimps in the cages woven with thorny vines nearby.

The mountain people who fishermen curse the bad weather from time to time while fishing, and turn a blind eye to the beautiful scenery right in front of them. Perhaps to them, they wish to drain the river dry, and the magnificent waterfall is even more of a disaster.

Wang Ping walked to the river bank and stood at the place where the water was most turbulent upstream of the waterfall. When he was about to reach out to feel the strength of the water flow, he suddenly turned around.

In the forest behind him, there were more than a dozen little demons filled with evil spirit, moving towards him quickly.

Wang Ping smiled and said, "This is really interesting."

As he finished speaking, Yu Lian jumped out of the deep pool and swallowed the fish and shrimp in her mouth. The scales on her body emitted a green halo. The moment a series of water spirit magic arrays were formed, she breathed out a breath of cold air towards the forest in front of Wang Ping.

As the cold air spread, it turned into ice crystals, freezing most of the forest. The little demons were covered by the ice crystals before they could react, and their flesh and blood were destroyed in a blink of an eye.

When the villagers who were fishing in the distance saw the rain lotus, those who were covering on the shore immediately ran away. The villagers in the river were about to fall down due to nervousness, but after falling down they found themselves on the shore. They looked around in confusion, then a few of them got up and ran towards their own town.

"What do they want to do?"

Yu Lian shrank her body and floated on Wang Ping's right side.

Wang Ping's spiritual consciousness spread rapidly, and soon he captured a soul, and instantly locked onto a consciousness in a cave in the south of the mountain.

He was a monk from the Yuqing Sect who had entered the country. There were many demon warriors enslaved by him near his temple.

Yu Lian asked: "This should be the heavenly general that the mountain people are talking about, right?"

"Most likely!"

"He is using these little monsters to test your strength, right? If you are not strong enough, just kill them directly. If you are stronger than him, just pretend nothing happened?"

Yulian was a little angry.

Wang Ping stretched out his right hand and gently stroked Yu Lian's head, and with his left hand he made a gesture of magic, and a colorless and odorless wood spirit poison suddenly appeared out of thin air beside the Yuqing monk who had entered the room.

As the poison spread, the spiritual energy in Monk Yuqing's body quickly withered, and soon he turned into a dried corpse. Then, the 'Five Yang' Qi sea that he had cultivated in his body emitted bursts of crisp sounds like fish bubbles being crushed.

The surrounding little demons were terrified when they saw this. Some of them were affected by the poisonous gas just when they wanted to go forward to check the situation, and in a blink of an eye they suffered the same fate as Monk Yuqing.

After Wang Ping finished doing all this, he no longer paid attention to the cave. He released the magic seal in his left hand and pointed towards the frozen forest in front of him. A rich breath of wood spirit suddenly exploded inside the forest, and the vegetation in the forest seemed to come alive and broke free from the ice.

Yu Lian rose into the sky again and landed in the deep pool nearby to continue catching fish.

Wang Ping also continued what he wanted to do just now, squatting down and stretching out his hand to feel the speed of the water.

After a while, he stood up and used the "Water Covering Technique" to walk directly on the water. When he reached the other side, Yu Lian jumped out of the deep pool and shook off the water stains on her body, then flew up like a cloud and landed on his shoulders.
"Don't catch all the fish. The nearby villages depend on the fish in the river for their livelihood."

"Don't worry." Yu Lian leaned comfortably on Wang Ping's cheek and said, "Is this the first time we've encountered an attack since entering Xizhou?"

"Well, the civilization here may seem ignorant, but they always abide by certain rules, which allows them to live in peace for many years. Just now, it was because the life span of the Yuqing monk was about to end."

Wang Ping did not linger on the beautiful scenery of the waterfall. He walked into the forest and looked up at the sky which was mostly blocked by the dense forest.

Yu Lian looked up and said, following Wang Ping's gaze, "The people here are always cautious and fearful of unknown things, and they firmly believe in ghosts and gods, so they abide by the rules. Of course, it is more likely that their lives are not easy, so they are so afraid of the unknown."

After she finished speaking, she asked, "Is it going to rain?"

Wang Ping quickened his pace and replied, "I think so."

A quarter of an hour later.

The rain began to fall, not a heavy downpour, but a drizzle, and the sky gradually darkened.

Wang Ping hurried on his way despite the wind and rain. The rain could not leave any trace on his body, and there were no footprints on the muddy road under his feet. After half an hour, cheers and shouts of killing appeared amid the heavy rain.

"It's a fight between people from two villages!"

Yu Lian leaned her head against Wang Ping's cheek, her vertical pupils staring at Wang Ping's left hand. She seemed very interested in the fight.

Wang Ping was also interested. He walked through a dense forest and stopped on a slope. A large area of ​​forest in front had been cut down, and there was a large fortress on a high ground.

At this moment, there were many people gathered in the open space in front of the city gate. They were dancing war dances around a wooden arena under the rain. On the arena, two young men were holding shields and swords, and were engaging in the most primitive and bloody fight.

"They seem to enjoy this kind of duel!" Yu Lian whispered.

"It's not that I like it, but I have to." During this period of time, Wang Ping traveled all the way in Xizhou, and he would encounter a duel between two towns every one or two days.

While the two were talking, a young man from one side was knocked down, causing the cheers from the surrounding area to become louder, and some people also cursed.

Amid curses and cheers, another young man took advantage of the victory and pursued the loser. As bright red blood fell on the arena along with the rain, the loser also left their lives.

Wang Ping turned his attention to the bet between the two towns and the mountains of dried meat.

When the second duel was about to begin, Wang Ping felt the energy fluctuations coming from his personal communication token. Yu Lian watched Wang Ping take out the communication token and felt Wang Ping's emotional fluctuations, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Shuang'er sent a message saying that Xiaozhu is going to try to get promoted!"

"What are you waiting for? Let's go back."

Yu Lian was a little impatient.

Wang Ping stretched out his left hand and made a gesture, and the two figures suddenly disappeared from the spot and reappeared at the eastern end of Xizhou, where there were restrictions set up by the True Lords.

After several small-scale transfers, Wang Ping returned to Qianmu Temple a quarter of an hour later. (End of this chapter)