There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

After hearing what his master said, Liu Shuang, as the head of Qianmu Temple's front hall, subconsciously asked, "Don't we need to recall the monks who have entered the country?"

Her question immediately attracted the attention of everyone present. Wang Ping laughed and said to everyone, "Although cultivators above the level of entry are not allowed to intervene in the battle for the Central Plains' divine weapon, the order in various places still needs the Dao Palace to maintain spiritual stability. If there are no cultivators from the level of entry to take charge, I'm afraid that countless evil cultivators will breed with only a few Qigong practitioners."

This was quite a formal statement, but he then changed the subject and said more directly: "Also, there are monks entering the country outside, you should also make some arrangements to prevent others from taking advantage of them, but you must not let anyone catch you, and you must not let them get involved in the incident themselves."

After Wang Ping finished speaking, he looked at Liu Shuang and said, "The Three Councils must remember to supervise the world. If anyone violates the rules, they will be captured or killed with the power of thunder."

When Liu Shuang was about to agree, Li Miaolin said with a smile: "In other words, if you are unhappy with someone, the best solution is to design a plan to make them unable to resist intervening in the battle for the artifact, and then get rid of them openly through the Three-Section Meeting."

Zi Luan couldn't help but nodded: "That's a solution."

It is not too easy for Tai Yan monks to sow discord. As long as they are willing, they can disrupt the entire cultivation world within the scope permitted by the rules. This is because they have the Dao Palace to suppress them, and Tai Yan monks practice the Xuanmen orthodox way. Otherwise, the world will never be stable.

Wang Ping did not object to their opinions, but just warned them softly: "We should cooperate with Zhenyang Sect in this battle for Zhongzhou's divine weapon. You must not disrupt Zhenyang Sect's arrangements. As for the rest, you can do whatever you want, but you must maintain spiritual stability. Also, don't forget that we are the righteous Xuanmen."

"Yes, Master/Teacher/Master."

Everyone responded in unison.

At this time, a dog's head poked its head in from the gate of the courtyard. It was Liu Shuang's spirit dog. The spirit dog probably didn't expect that there were so many people in the yard, and each of them had a high level of cultivation. It immediately shrugged its head and took a step back.

When the calico cat saw the spirit dog running out with its tail erect, the two spirit pets immediately started playing with each other. Yu Lian and Yuan Yuan, who were lying on the eaves to bask in the sun, both cast their eyes over.

Wang Ping took a sip of the hot tea on the stone table and said, "If you have nothing else to do, you can leave on your own. Remember what I said just now. This time the battle for the Central Plains artifact is in the Zhenyang Sect."

He looked at Xia Wenyi deliberately.

Zi Luan, Li Miaolin and Que Cai immediately stood up, saluted, and walked quickly towards the gate of the courtyard. After a while, they walked out of the gate, bowed to the disciples who were guiding them at the gate, and then quickened their pace. When they reached halfway up the mountain, they turned into a stream of light and flew towards the mountain gate.

The three of them steadied themselves when they flew near Shangyang Mountain.

"Would you two Taoist friends like to come to my temple and sit for a while?"

Que Cai sent an invitation.

Zi Luan and Li Miaolin looked towards Shangyang Mountain not far away.

After the disciples of Quecai moved here from the southeast sea area, they only built a Taoist temple on the main peak for the disciples to practice, and most other mountains were still open to ordinary people.

As a result, Shangyang Mountain has a larger flow of people than before. Some people even regard the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain as a scenic spot, which makes the temple constantly popular. Moreover, most of the people who come here are literati and poets. They all have one characteristic, which is that they spend money like water, which brings a lot of income to the Taoist temple.

Quecai's Taoist temple is not in a Taoist temple, but on the top of a cliff on the south side of Shangyang Mountain. Ordinary people cannot reach here, and monks dare not come up.

The layout of the dojo is similar to Wang Ping's mountaintop dojo. A spirit gathering array is built with spiritual trees to gather the spiritual energy of the entire Shangyang Mountain. Although it is not as good as the Nine Extremes Array of Qianmu Temple, it is enough for Que Cai's ordinary practice.

There were no boys in the dojo, only puppets to look after it. Like other Taiyan monks, Que Cai's residence was just as simple, with only two thatched huts surrounded by a fence to form a small courtyard. One of the thatched huts was a resting room, and the other was a woodworking room for making puppets.

After Que Cai invited Zi Luan and Li Miaolin into the courtyard, he drove a puppet made of spirit wood over to make tea, and said to the two: "It seems that the Second Meeting has determined the future direction of the world."

Li Miaolin shook his head and said, "I'm not sure. Just now, the Lord of the Mansion asked us to support the True Yang Sect, so there must be other people. This time, the battle for the artifact will definitely be a fierce battle."

Zi Luan nodded with a smile and said, "It's probably Linshui Prefecture again. No, it's the Third Prince. He should not be underestimated. He has the Taiyin Sect and the Vajra Temple behind him. If they really fight, the Zhenyang Sect may not be their opponent."

Que Cai flicked her wide sleeves and said in a somewhat cold tone, "It doesn't matter to us who takes Zhongzhou's divine weapon. I'm wondering if we can re-establish the Taiyan Sect after this battle for the divine weapon."

Li Miaolin laughed when he heard this, "Fellow Daoist, what you care about is not the re-establishment of the Taiyan Sect, but the quota for the four realms, right?"

"Don't you care?"

Que Cai asked back in an unfriendly tone.

Zi Luan stretched out his left hand and gently touched the table, interrupting the unpleasantness between the two and asked Li Miaolin, "Did your master respond?"

Li Miaolin turned his head and looked at Ziluan, tugging at his wide sleeves. He seemed unaccustomed to the wide-sleeved Taoist robes in such formal occasions. He then took out a magic circle to block conversations and unfolded it before answering, "Master's response is very clear. Taiyan Sect has a quota, but we must wait patiently, because this quota requires the master's cultivation to be further improved, and Taiyan Sect needs to be re-established."

As soon as he said this, Ziluan and Quecai fell silent.

After a while, Zi Luan suppressed his wild thoughts and instinctively lowered his voice and said, "You mean to say that the quota for promotion is in the hands of the Lord?"

Que Cai asked in a worried tone: "If that's the case, then what chance do we have?"

Li Miaolin snorted and said, "Not everyone is as talented as the Lord of the Mansion. Among the disciples of the Lord of the Mansion, only Xuan Ling has the opportunity to advance to the fourth realm." He paused and said with a mysterious smile, "Besides, I didn't say there was only one spot!"

Zi Luan and Que Cai were both stunned, and then fell silent again.

Li Miaolin was very satisfied with the impact his words brought to the two people. Looking at their faces lost in thought, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After a long while, Zi Luan calmed down first and said, "It's useless to think too much now. The situation in this world is unpredictable. I even have a feeling that our Lord may really become the first human cultivator to be promoted to the realm of True Lord. At that time, it will be a completely different scene."

"You dare to think."

When Li Miaolin responded, the puppet had already brewed tea. He picked up the exquisite teacup, smelled the tea and said, "But you are not wrong. Perhaps many people think so, including..."

He stopped talking abruptly, took a sip of hot tea, and then changed the subject and said, "So, fellow Daoist, you plan to postpone your promotion again? Do you have the time?"

Zi Luan also picked up the teacup, glanced at Que Cai who was still thinking, and said: "It's no problem to live another one or two thousand years." After saying this, he took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "We are talking about something far-fetched, let's talk about something within reach."

After he finished speaking, he put down the teacup and tapped the table lightly, pulling Quecai back to reality from his thoughts. Facing Quecai's gaze, he said, "I still say the same thing. No matter what happens, the three of us must not mess up our opinions, otherwise, future opportunities will definitely not fall on us."

Li Miaolin couldn't help but think of his master and sighed inwardly. He had fully supported Wang Ping's promotion back then. He originally wanted to wait for Wang Ping to fail, and then take over Qianmu Temple in the name of his master to seek the fourth realm for himself. Unfortunately, he underestimated Wang Ping.

He lowered his head and drank tea again to cover up the subtle changes on his face, then raised his head to look at Zi Luan and said, "Daoyou is right. With the current internal situation of our Taiyan Sect, the three of us can only have a slight chance if we keep pace. Everything will wait until we get this slight chance."

Que Cai suppressed the complicated thoughts in her mind, picked up the teacup and looked towards the south in the direction of Qianmu Temple, and whispered: "I hope the Lord will not be too partial to one over the other." Many things are just a matter of thought, and everything will change. The three of them spent countless energy and time calculating every day, but it was just a matter of other people's thoughts.

Qianmuguan.

In the mountaintop dojo, after Zi Luan, Li Miaolin and Que Cai left, Xuan Ling and Xia Wenyi also left, followed by Liu Shuang. She was going down to arrange a series of response matters after the outbreak of the dispute over the Zhongzhou artifact. Only Hu Qianqian stayed to talk with Wang Ping.

The master and the disciple unconsciously talked about the demon disciples recruited by the southern sects. Wang Ping reminded them: "The relationship between the human cultivators and the demons has finally become harmonious. Don't let them ruin this good situation, especially in this battle for the artifact. You must restrain them."

"Yes, Master!"

"However, you don't need to personally handle this matter. You can do it in the name of the Dao Palace and let the fourth and fifth seats of the demon race in the Dao Palace come forward."

"I know."

As Hu Qianqian answered, her furry tail wagged back and forth. The calico cat sitting on the stool next to the stone table swayed its head back and forth following Hu Qianqian's tail, as if it was about to pounce on her.

Hu Qianqian, who looked like a calico cat, took out a colorful five-element stone from her storage bag and threw it out. The calico cat was immediately attracted by the thrown five-element stone. As the five-element stone fell, it jumped up and accurately held the five-element stone in its mouth.

"Haha~"

Hu Qianqian chuckled.

Yu Lian, who was lying on the eaves basking in the sun, whispered, "Stupid cat."

Wang Ping also looked at the calico cat, a faint smile emerged on his face. He picked up the "Annotations on Heaven and Man" on the stone table, stood up and walked out of the yard. Facing the petals falling from the old locust tree, he walked to the lawn next to the coffee table and sat down.

"Are you okay?"

Wang Ping looked at Hu Qianqian who followed him, continued reading "Annotations of Heaven and Man", and activated the puppet to ask it to move the tea set in the yard.

"There's nothing important for now." Hu Qianqian responded in a low voice.

"Then play a piece of music, and then go about your business."

"Yes~"

The distant sound of the piano soon echoed in the garden.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the sound of the piano stopped at the right moment, and then Hu Qianqian turned into a stream of light and returned to the dojo in Baishui Lake.

The Taoist temple was very deserted among the colorful buildings. There were only a dozen or so little demons meditating and practicing in front of their respective doors. These little demons were all wearing Taoist robes and looked calm and peaceful.

When Hu Qianqian fell down, several little white foxes came out from nowhere and ran up to her and circled around her feet.

"Where is your brother?"

She was asking about Hu Lin.

As soon as the words came out, a little fox turned into a human form and replied: "Just now, when a team of water tribe soldiers were patrolling the river in the south, they discovered the presence of demons from other regions. Brother went to check the situation."

"South? Which south?"

The little fox tilted his head, thought for a moment, and responded, "I don't know."

Hu Qianqian didn't care too much. She took out several communication jade tokens from her storage bag and activated them. As the communication tokens sank into the void, she transformed into her original form and jumped onto the steps in front of her. She stretched her limbs comfortably, wagging her furry tail, walked into the hall where she rested, and jumped onto the clouds to lie down.

A few little foxes followed to the cloud bed, played around for a while, and then jumped out the door.

An hour later.

Hu Lin appeared at the gate and called softly, "Master."

"Come in and talk." Hu Qianqian, who was lying on the cloud bed, opened her eyes, stretched her front paws, and continued to lie down in a different position: "I heard that there is a strange demonic aura in the south?"

Hu Lin nodded and replied, "They are the aquatic creatures that swam upstream in the sea and captured a man. According to his confession, they came to investigate the movements of the prefectural troops in various places in Nanlin Road."

After he finished his report, he asked in a low voice, "Is the battle for the divine weapon in Zhongzhou about to start again?"

Hu Qianqian stuck out her tongue and licked the hair beside her mouth. She said in a nonchalant tone, "This doesn't matter to us. We will remain the same as we were before. You need to watch over our disciples and make sure they don't get deceived. The Dao Palace has already stipulated that no one with a cultivation level above the entry level can participate in this artifact fight."

Hu Lin nodded silently.

Hu Qianqian added: "You also need to practice well. Judging from the current situation, the Dao Palace can no longer maintain order for much longer. Sooner or later, the world will fall into chaos again."

"Why is it so chaotic? Is it more serious than the fight over the divine weapon?"

"What's the big deal about a fight over a divine weapon!" Hu Qianqian's blue eyes flashed with worry, and then she ordered, "Go get me a roast chicken. I'm a little greedy."

Hu Lin obviously wanted to ask something, but seeing that Hu Qianqian was not interested, he had no choice but to clasp his hands and leave.

Time flies.

In a blink of an eye, a day passed, and Hu Qianqian's deserted dojo became lively.

All the demon forces in the southern cultivation world that had registered with the Taoist Palace sent people over, and Hu Yin from Ningzhou Road was present in person.

Hu Qianqian did not prepare a grand ceremony for them. They just gathered together to chat and drink, and talked about the dispute over the Zhongzhou artifact.

After the story was told, Hu Qianqian warned, "I didn't want to care about these trivial matters. My master specifically asked me to bring you a message. My master said that the hatred between the human cultivators and us has finally been resolved. Don't lose the big picture for the small. I still say that I am an outsider who only wants to practice Xuan cultivation. I have already brought the message. If anything happens, don't come to me."

After saying this, Hu Qianqian showed her fangs, her eyes twinkled with stars, and warned everyone around her: "If anyone dares to seduce my disciples, I will make him pay the price even if it costs my life!" (End of this chapter)