Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

"Boom!"

The bells rang as loudly as at the opening, the doors on all sides of the venue opened, and the monks walked out one after another.

Zhou Yiqiao took his time and sat there quietly waiting for most people to leave before he stood up and quickly left the auction venue.

The auction lasted for several hours, and it was already midnight when Zhou Yiqiao left the venue.

At this time, Fengmingfang City was still brightly lit, and the mortals selling food filled the place with a smokey atmosphere. The various stalls set up by many monks kept the monks in their footsteps.

In an instant, a scene of harmony between immortals and mortals was vividly displayed in Fengmingfang City.

Although this night market was extremely interesting, Zhou Yiqiao did not stay at all and went straight back to the inn where he was staying.

Although the eyes of all the monks were attracted by the Chaoyuan Pill, there was no guarantee that someone would not settle for the second best and covet him. It would be the wisest choice to stay away from right and wrong as soon as possible.

Returning to the guest room, Zhou Yiqiao took off the clothes that concealed his figure. After restoring his original appearance, he still felt uneasy.

He used the Breath Condensation Technique to suppress the cultivation that he had deliberately relaxed to the late stage of Foundation Establishment before entering the venue to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. He completely changed his spiritual pressure and felt at ease.

Looking at Fangshi through the window of the guest room, he saw in Fangshi at this time, several comrades he had met in the venue, hurriedly walking towards the entrance of Fangshi.

"Nan Zheng left from this direction."

"It seems that these people have been deceived by the Chaoyuan Pill, and they are so evil that they actually want to kill the young master of the Gusu Nan Family and steal the treasure pill."

"That's fine. I still need to stay in Fengmingfang City for one day to wait for Senior Brother Yan. This Nanzheng has attracted a lot of attention. It will be much safer to leave tomorrow."

Zhou Yiqiao's eyes were as calm as water, staring at the people outside the window who had their own evil intentions, thinking in his heart.

Although the strongest person in the Gusu Nan family is just a Jindan master, since he can become as rich as the enemy under the eyes of the royal family, he naturally has his own heritage.

As the next head of the Gusu Nan family, Nan Zheng is not something these people can covet.

Reining himself and minding his own business, Zhou Yiqiao returned to the bed, calmed down and immersed himself in practice.

……

"Did you hear the sound of killing outside Fangshi last night?"

"Why can't I hear it? The killing sound was so loud that in the end even the royal guards were dispatched to patrol the various states. I just don't know what the final result will be."

The next day, Zhou Yiqiao walked towards Wufu Hall. Along the way, he heard many monks talking about the battle that took place outside Fengmingfang City last night.

There are always curious people in this world. The inn where Zhou Yiqiao stayed temporarily was only one mile away from Wufutang, and he had already heard a rough idea of ​​last night's story.

Na Nanzheng was no more than ten miles away from Fengmingfang City when he was intercepted and killed by a dozen foundation-building monks.

The two guards around Nan Zheng fought to the death, and with the help of secret techniques, they exchanged their lives for lives and killed these dozen gangsters.

Unexpectedly, one wave after another broke out, and the second group of monks who coveted Chaoyuan Dan followed behind and took action when Nan Zheng had just escaped.

Nan Zheng had no choice but to turn around and flee back to Fengmingfang City.

Thanks to the guards in the dark and the hurriedly arriving royal patrolling guards, Nan Zheng might have been a traveler in the underworld.

Zhou Yiqiao secretly sighed that he had missed the point, and then secretly felt glad that he chose to stay in Fengmingfang City last night.

The guards of the Nan family were certainly very powerful, but they were still killed by a group of desperadoes.

If he had set out to return to Phoenix Pavilion last night and been targeted by this group of people, he would have been in trouble.

He warned himself in his heart to be more careful during these days, and without stopping, he arrived at the door of Wufu Hall.

Although cultivators do not distinguish between day and night, it was early in the morning and most monks had not yet finished their daily practice. There were only a few people on the street and it was extremely quiet.

The boy from Wufutang accidentally opened the door and saw Zhou Yiqiao walking towards him.

This young man was extremely clever and quickly stepped forward and said respectfully to Zhou Yiqiao.

"I didn't expect senior to arrive so early. Senior, please go into the store for a while, and I will go and invite my boss."

After saying this, the boy turned sideways and led Zhou Yiqiao to the private room in the backyard of Wufutang, then hurriedly turned and left.

"Senior, please drink tea and wait a moment. My boss will be here shortly."

He was quick with his hands and feet, but he left and came back in a blink of an eye. After brewing a cup of spiritual tea for Zhou Yiqiao, he served on the side.

About a stick of incense later, the disheveled Yan Shaoyang hurried over. When he saw Zhou Yiqiao, he pretended to complain.

"Junior Brother Zhou came at the wrong time. Senior Brother brought back a young man at the latest. He was just thinking about helping the beauty to clear her hair when he was called out by Junior Brother."

Zhou Yiqiao stood up after hearing this, looking like he was about to leave, and said with a teasing smile.

"In this case, junior brother, I will not disturb senior brother Yan's leisurely activities. We will visit him again someday."

After saying this, the two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Yan Shaoyang naturally knew why Zhou Yiqiao was here. After clearing out the servant Zhou, he activated the ban in the house and spoke in a voice.

"Junior brother has been in seclusion for so long. He thought he would be alone this time."

Seeing Yan Shaoyang's serious expression, Zhou Yiqiao also restrained his smile and explained half-truthfully.

"Junior brother's technique has some glitches. Over the years, I've made up for it. It's lucky that there are no hidden dangers."

Hearing Zhou Yiqiao's words, Yan Shaoyang raised his eyebrows. Kung Fu is the most important support for a monk, and it is reasonable to spend a long time to understand it.

It's not his own business, so Yan Shaoyang didn't hesitate and made his intentions clear directly.

"The reason why senior brother visits junior brother many times is because of this thing."

As he spoke, an iron token appeared in Yan Shaoyang's hand.

The first time Zhou Yiqiao saw the token, his heart skipped a beat. He stared at the token and asked calmly.

"What's so unusual about this token?"

Yan Shaoyang placed the token on the table between the two of them and said slowly.

"Junior Brother Zhou, does he know who ruled this place ten thousand years ago?"

"Of course it's the Tingchao Medicine Sect."

In order to facilitate his actions by disguising himself under various identities, after Zhou Yiqiao entered the Phoenix Pavilion, he spent a period of time reviewing the history of Chu State since its founding. The Tingchao Medicine Sect was a famous sect in the history of Chu State, so Zhou Yiqiao naturally would not Nothing.

"Junior brother Zhou, does he know how the Tingchao Medicine Sect, a behemoth like Tingchao Medicine Sect, which had more than ten Nascent Soul masters at its peak, disappeared in the long river of history?"

Yan Shaoyang asked again with a smile in his eyes.

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao pretended to be asking for advice humbly and spoke.

"Please give me some advice from Senior Brother Yan."