There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Wang Ping had his own thoughts, but he couldn't refute Yu Xiao's instructions on the surface. He just clasped his fists and bowed respectfully, saying, "Disciple will follow the instructions of the master."

"Disciple comes and goes, are you reminding me that I have lived too long?" Yu Xiao looked at Wang Ping and suddenly became impatient. "Okay, leave some of the corpse soldiers and puppet materials in your storage bag for me, and then leave me."

Wang Ping nodded silently and took out a storage bag containing puppet materials and corpse soldiers.

Yu Xiao took it impatiently and waved, "Let's go, I want to be alone now."

Wang Ping clasped his fists and bowed: "Disciple, I'll take my leave."

The figure of Xinghai next to him disappeared at this time.

Yu Xiao ignored Wang Ping. He carefully checked the storage bag that Wang Ping had just handed him, and a satisfied smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

Wang Ping put away the clone he had placed in front of the locust tree, and put the huge colorful token into the storage bag. Finally, he silently clasped his fists towards Yu Xiao before using the transfer array to leave.

He moved directly to the outside of the bronze wall under Sanhe Prefecture, and then moved to the sky above Sanhe Prefecture.

Feeling the touch of the sea breeze in the real world, Wang Ping's inner vigilance finally relaxed a little. He looked at the crisscrossing waterways of Sanhe Prefecture, felt the vitality of all living things, and asked softly: "What do you think, how credible are the words of the ancestors?"

It's not that he suffers from paranoia, but there are many things in this world that cannot be believed.

Yu Lian lay on Wang Ping's shoulder, tilted her head and thought for a while before saying, "I can't judge either. I just feel that the state of the ancestor's soul is very strange. A person's cause and effect is fixed, but his cause and effect will change according to his consciousness. His existence is real and illusory."

Wang Ping and Yu Lian were in tune with each other and immediately understood the meaning of this sentence. He asked, "Are you saying that the Grandmaster exists in both the rules of this universe and the rules of the Misty Sea?"

"Correct!"

Wang Ping thought for a while and said softly, "With the wisdom of the Grandmaster, he shouldn't have done so many things in the Fourth Realm. This is what puzzles me the most. He has seen the strength of the Fifth Realm. What he did in the Fourth Realm is no different from seeking death. But according to the intelligence we have, he did do a lot of things."

Yu Lian agreed and said, "That's right. Logically speaking, with the status and talent of the Grandmaster, it shouldn't be too difficult for him to plan for the fifth realm, but he chose to go far instead of near."

When they reached this point in their conversation, the illusory figure of Xinghai appeared. He looked at the sky in the direction of the ocean, which was still stormy, and seemed to have something to say, but disappeared under the gaze of Wang Ping and Yu Lian.

Wang Ping did not disturb Xinghai anymore. He looked towards the direction of the sea. Outside the barrier constructed by the southern cultivators, the storm was still continuing. Jiang Cun was still walking on water and turning into a dragon, and it would continue for a long time.

"gone back."

After saying hello, Wang Ping took Yu Lian back to the dojo on the top of Qianmu Mountain.

In front of the old locust tree.

Wang Ping steadied his body, performed a cleaning spell, and activated the puppet in the courtyard to make tea. He took out the 'Origin of the Wood Spirit' and observed it carefully.

Yu Lian and Wang Ping observed for a while, and when they found nothing wrong, they began to look for the calico cat.

After carefully confirming that there was no problem, Wang Ping activated the wood spirit in his body to swallow the 'Wood Spirit Origin', and then waited quietly for the puppet to make tea.

A moment later, when the aroma of tea drifted in front of the old locust tree, Yu Lian and the calico cat descended from the sky, gathered around and asked the puppet to pour tea for them.

After taking a sip of tea, Wang Ping felt his spirit relaxed, and his human thinking was released at this moment. However, just when Wang Ping's consciousness was completely relaxed, an illusory figure suddenly broke through the void at the altar behind the courtyard.

As soon as Wang Ping sensed this power, his consciousness was covered by an endless dark green halo. Then he saw a dense jungle appear out of thin air, accompanied by good weather with blue sky and white clouds. Wang Ping was in the middle of the jungle, where there was a stream and lush grasslands on both sides of the stream.

This was like being pulled into someone else's ocean of consciousness. Wang Ping was horrified and immediately entered a rational state of "self-restraint". As various thoughts flashed through his mind, a figure wearing a pure white Taoist robe with wide sleeves appeared on the other side of the stream. His hair was shiny black, tied together with a long crown woven with vines, and his beautiful beard hung down to his chest. He looked like a mythical figure who was not of this world.

His feet were connected to the grass, as if they had grown out of the ground, and his every move seemed to drive the overall situation of the jungle.

Wang Ping's consciousness could not help but meet his eyes. At first glance, Wang Ping felt the compassion in those eyes, and then they became cold and rational.

"What future does Yuxiao see?"

The emotionless voice echoed in Wang Ping's consciousness.

At this moment, Wang Ping knew the identity of this person. He was the real founder of Taiyan Sect, Huishan Zhenjun!

Wang Ping avoided meeting Huishan's gaze with all his might, clasped his fists and saluted, saying, "In reply to your words, Master Yuxiao did not tell me anything about the future."

"What did he say?"

"He said that the future you see is not the future!"

As soon as Wang Ping finished his words, the sunny weather suddenly turned gloomy, the grass quickly withered, the jungle became corrupt in the blink of an eye, and the stream dried up in an instant, revealing endless dead branches and dead fish.

Meanwhile, Master Huishan on the opposite side still looked calm and composed. Wang Ping tried to use his cultivation to escape from this sea of ​​consciousness, but found himself like an ordinary person in this ocean of consciousness.

Before everything became out of control, an illusory figure appeared beside Huishan Zhenjun. It was Xiaoshan Zhenjun. As soon as he appeared, he pointed at Wang Ping's side.

Various thoughts flashed through Wang Ping's mind, and then he turned his head with all his strength to look to his side. The moment he turned his head, Yu Lian's soul consciousness instantly merged with his consciousness.

The next moment, Wang Ping saw the familiar old locust tree again. After a brief surprise, he immediately reached out to the altar behind the courtyard. Immediately, a surging wood spirit energy enveloped the altar and instantly turned it into nothingness.

"Are you OK?"

Yu Lian asked in a low voice.

Wang Ping looked at Yu Lian and found that Yu Lian seemed a little weak. He then used his Yuan Shen to investigate and found that Yu Lian's Yuan Shen was partially damaged.

"Are you okay?"

Wang Ping flashed to Yu Lian's side and gently stroked her head. Yu Lian wrapped her arms around Wang Ping's wrists and climbed onto Wang Ping's shoulders, saying, "It's just that your soul is damaged. It will recover after a while."

"I was careless this time."

Wang Ping carefully observed the extent of the damage to Yu Lian's soul, and then heard the calico cat speak in human language: "Use the Nine Revolutions Pill to quickly restore the soul. The Taiyan Sect is now cooperating with the Demon Realm, so the Nine Revolutions Pill should not be in short supply."

"Ok!"

Wang Ping nodded and disappeared with Yu Lian. The calico cat shook its head indifferently, then jumped onto the coffee table, opened the lid of the teapot, and drank tea in big gulps.

...

Thirty miles south of Xindu City.

Danhuo Gate.

This is the newly built Taoist temple of Yuanzheng Taoist. Wang Ping and Yu Lian appeared directly outside Yuanzheng Taoist's alchemy room. When the disciples guarding the alchemy room looked at Wang Ping, they suddenly had more memories of Wang Ping in their minds. "Greetings, Lord of the Mansion!"

They instinctively kowtowed.

Wang Ping felt the energy of the Three True Fires in the alchemy room, and his soul instantly captured the breath of Taoist Yuanzheng.

Immediately, some more memories appeared in the mind of Taoist Yuanzheng who was immersed in alchemy. He quickly stopped alchemy, cast a "cleansing spell" on himself, and turned into a stream of light and flew out of the alchemy room.

"I've met Mr. Fu!"

Taoist Yuan Zheng bowed, then stretched out his left hand and flipped it, and a clean white jade bottle appeared in his hand. "I only have five Nine Revolution Pills here for now, and most of the others are currently stored in Taiyan Sect."

Wang Ping didn't hesitate to accept the white jade bottle, said "thank you" and left using the transfer array.

Although Taoist Yuan Zheng knew that Wang Ping had left, he still responded politely: "I don't dare to thank you."

Wang Ping first returned to the mountaintop dojo and handed the white jade bottle to Yu Lian. When he was about to go to Taiyan Mountain again, Yu Lian said, "Two or three Nine Revolution Pills will restore my soul."

"After you recover from your injuries, you can still practice with the Nine Revolutions Pill. Anyway, the Taiyan Sect is very rich now." Wang Ping replied, but he was not as anxious as before. His eyes involuntarily looked at the calico cat drinking tea on the coffee table.

The calico cat met Wang Ping's gaze, meowed softly, and jumped off the coffee table.

Yu Lian used the "Object Control Technique" to open the lid of the white jade bottle, swallowed a Nine Revolutions Pill, and then stored the white jade bottle in the storage rune carved on her tail.

"Greedy cat, go catch me some fish."

As Yu Lian spoke, she rose into the air, her body expanding continuously, and quickly wrapped around the old locust tree, then fell into a deep sleep in the blink of an eye.

The calico cat responded to Yu Lian with a meow, then disappeared in a flash.

Wang Ping soared into the sky, raised his head to look at the sky, and used the "Heaven-Covering Talisman" to completely block Qianmu Temple. He also used his Yuanshen to check whether there was an altar for worshipping Huishan Zhenjun in the southern cultivation world. After discovering it, he did not destroy it directly as he did before.

After all, Huishan Zhenjun is the founder of Taiyan Sect. Wang Ping's current identity makes it too complicated for him to destroy these altars, but he has plenty of ways to destroy them, and the best way is to use puppets to deceive the local people to do this.

Wang Ping immediately summoned the "Dongtian Mirror" and in just a moment he selected more than a dozen puppets to handle the matter.

Afterwards, Wang Ping concealed his aura and toured various places in the south. He used some puppets to deliberately mark a small amount of his aura to distract others from deducing him.

When we returned to Qianmu Temple, half an hour had passed. The calico cat had caught a lot of fish and shrimp. Yu Lian's big head was leaning on a thick branch of the locust tree with her eyes closed, looking like she was asleep, but her snake-like tongue kept rolling fish and shrimp into her mouth.

The calico cat kept gesturing with her paws next to the puppet, as if she wanted to order the puppet to roast the fish and shrimp in front of her.

Wang Ping couldn't help but smile when he saw this scene, then he enlightened the puppet and asked it to help the calico cat to grill the fish. Then he sat down at the coffee table, took out the communication token to contact Zi Luan, and asked Zi Luan to send some of the Nine Revolution Pills of Tai Yan Sect.

three days later.

Zi Luan appeared in front of the old locust tree.

"I happened to be in the Demon Realm these few days, and it took me some time to come back."

After greeting, Zi Luan explained why he came so late, then handed over a storage bag and said, "Over the years, we have refined a total of 42 Nine Revolution Pills, 12 of which were traded to the Jiuding Sect, and five were consumed by a third-level cultivator in the sect whose soul was injured. The remaining 25 are all here."

Wang Ping took the storage bag, which contained five white jade bottles, each of which contained five Nine Revolution Pills. He took out a white jade bottle and threw it to Zi Luan, "I'll take twenty Nine Revolution Pills."

When Zi Luan took the white jade bottle, Wang Ping asked, "How is the refining of the Nine Revolutions Pill going?"

"We have entrusted Taoist Yuan Zheng to refine it. With the support of materials from the Demon Realm, we can produce one furnace every ten years, and each furnace can produce at most ten or so. If the Lord of the Mansion has a need, we can purchase it from the Shangdan Sect of Hushan Kingdom. There are also Shangdan monks in Linshui Mansion who can refine it."

Wang Ping shook his head, "There's no need to be so troublesome. Just leave me one of the Nine Revolution Pills from each furnace we produce."

"Yes!"

Zi Luan naturally couldn't refuse. After all, Taiyan Sect was almost Wang Ping's private property, and he was just a steward.

Then Wang Ping asked Zi Luan about some things about the civil war among the demon clan and let Zi Luan leave on his own.

Ten days later.

Wang Ping was meditating in front of the old locust tree when a familiar breath suddenly came in.

It’s about keeping quiet.

Wang Ping opened his eyes and appeared under the clouds hundreds of miles away in a flash.

"Greetings to Lord Changqing."

Guan Xi clasped his fists and bowed. He was still dressed like a scholar, but his attitude had become much colder than before, and there was almost no humanity in his eyes.

Wang Ping was confused. If the person in front of him didn't really have Guan Xi's aura, he would even think that someone was pretending to be Guan Xi.

"You seem to have changed a lot."

Wang Ping spoke while returning the greeting.

Guan Xi did not continue the topic, but went straight to the point: "I came here only to tell you one thing, don't believe in the so-called future. Only saints have the ability to peek into the future."

Wang Ping was alerted immediately after hearing this, but his face remained calm and he even showed a hint of smile, "Daoyou, your information is indeed very spiritual."

"My Jimin Society has spies inside and outside the Misty Sea. Although you, Lord of the Mansion, have concealed your own aura, the eyes of mortals have the authority granted by the Heavenly Dao to observe all matter in the world."

Guan Xi's tone of voice remained consistent throughout, without any emotional fluctuation.

Wang Ping felt the strangeness of Guan Xi, and was even more surprised by Guan Xi's remarks just now. You know, in the past, the "Jimin Society" had been trying its best to protect Yu Xiao's interests, and the warning to Wang Ping just now was truly against Yu Xiao.

"What made you change so much?"

Wang Ping asked directly.

Guan Xi still did not take up the topic. He cupped his hands and said, "There is one more thing. If you want to advance to the fifth realm, the Jimin Society will not support you."

After saying this, he turned into a streak of white light and disappeared into the sky. (End of this chapter)