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

While Du Yiling was struggling with his inner demons, Zhou Yiqiao had already left the range of the Stepping Moon Immortal Gate.

He took out the communication device that Li Mubai had left for him, activated it slightly, and a soft light instantly enveloped him.

"Brother Li, I have left the Moon-Stepping Immortal Gate. Everything went well."

On the other side, Li Mubai was sitting upright in his cave with his eyes closed, but when he felt the fluctuation of the communication magic weapon, he immediately opened his eyes and spoke to Zhou Yiqiao.

"Brother Zhou, I have already sent the magic sword and the blood stone back to the Sword Sect. My great-grandmaster has personally come forward to seal the two magic objects. There will be no problem in the short term."

Zhou Yiqiao heard the deeper meaning in his words and asked.

"Is there any new trouble?"

Li Mubai sighed softly, with a barely perceptible hint of worry in his voice.

"Yes, although the magic sword and the blood stone have been properly handled, when my uncle-master was handling the magic sword, he found that the sword spirit in it had long disappeared. I am afraid that this will cause a disaster."

Zhou Yiqiao was puzzled.

"We both believe that this sword is a defective product made by an ancient evil cultivator. How can you be sure that there must be a sword spirit in this defective product?"

"Brother Zhou doesn't know."

Li Mubai explained.

"My great-uncle is proficient in ancient runes and the art of refining weapons, and has an extraordinary sensitivity to the structure and aura of the magic sword."

"He told me that even though this sword looks incomplete, its core contains an extremely complex rune array."

"These runes are not arranged randomly, but carefully arranged to nurture and bind a powerful spiritual consciousness - the sword spirit."

"This spiritual consciousness is most likely the intention of the ancient evil cultivator to give the magic sword self-awareness during the refining process, making it the most loyal killing tool."

“However, when my uncle-master sealed the magic sword, these runes appeared unusually empty, as if they were forcibly extracted by some force.”

"Master Uncle speculated that the sword spirit had already left the sword body before we found the magic sword and disappeared."

"A magic sword without a sword spirit may be less threatening, but the potential danger of a sword spirit roaming freely and harboring resentment is difficult to estimate."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao frowned and asked after pondering for a moment.

"So how should we deal with this now? We can't just let this sword spirit wander around the world and become a sword hanging over our heads, right?"

Li Mubai said in a deep voice.

"Master Uncle has activated the sect's 'Spirit-Seeking Formation' to try to track the sword spirit."

"At the same time, he also sent messages to several old friends, asking them to assist in the search and suppression."

"However, since this sword spirit was able to escape the seal, it must be very powerful. We must not take it lightly."

After hearing the corresponding strategy proposed by Li Mubai, Zhou Yiqiao's expression did not improve at all.

The other party could say this conclusion so easily because the senior from the Tijian Sect was already one of the top cultivators in the Tianchen Realm and had enough strength to preserve his existence.

But Zhou Yiqiao has none of these.

He was half-abandoned by the Netherworld Demon Sect and had no one to rely on.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yiqiao couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Since coming to Central China, he has experienced life-threatening crises time and time again.

After barely resolving the issues at Qinjian Villa, he thought he could practice in peace for a while.

Who would have known that he would accidentally offend the spirit of an ancient magic sword.

Zhou Yiqiao took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner turmoil.

"Thank you, Brother Li, for letting me know about this. I will pay attention to it."

Li Mubai seemed to have heard the uneasiness in Zhou Yiqiao's words and suddenly invited him.

"Brother Zhou, if you have nothing else to do, why don't you come to my Tijian Sect as a guest? It will also help my fellow disciples to see that there are sword masters outside the Tijian Sect."

Zhou Yiqiao smiled slightly. He wanted to refuse Li Mubai's invitation. After all, he didn't like to be too involved in other people's affairs.

But Li Mubai's next words made him change his mind.

"Brother Zhou, this is actually what my uncle-master meant."

"When he dealt with the magic sword, he had already considered your current situation."

"Master uncle thinks that you have come so far in the sword path through your own efforts. Your strength and potential are not inferior to most of the disciples in the sect. If you can come to the Tijian Sect to practice for a period of time, it will not only be a great motivation for the disciples of the Tijian Sect, but also a good opportunity for you, Brother Zhou, to improve yourself."

Li Mubai's voice was full of sincerity.

Zhou Yiqiao pondered for a moment, he knew this was a rare opportunity.

The Tijian Sect might be considered one of the top sects in Central Continent, and its cultivation resources and environment are extremely superior.

If you can join in, it will undoubtedly be of great benefit to your practice.

"If that's the case, then I'd rather be respectful than obey."

Zhou Yiqiao finally agreed.

Li Mubai was overjoyed when he heard this.

"I have long wanted to compete with Brother Zhou. Now that Brother Zhou is willing to do me the honor, I will welcome you. When Brother Zhou arrives at the Sword Sect, I will discuss swordsmanship with you and learn from you."

Neither of them was the type to be pretentious, so after confirming the situation, they quickly ended the call.

A few days later, Zhou Yiqiao appeared on the streets of Yinxianfang City.

After several days of trekking, he finally arrived at the place that must be passed to enter the Tijian Sect.

In the central square of Yinxianfang City, Zhou Yiqiao met the monk from the Tijian Sect who was arranged by Li Mubai to pick him up.

He was a middle-aged man in a green sword robe, with a resolute face and a sharp sword spirit in his eyes.

"I am Wang Changfeng, an inner sect disciple of the Tijian Sect."

The middle-aged man bowed slightly and spoke in a cold and hard voice. He looked like a strong and decisive person who had the final say.

However, even with such a personality, he was extremely respectful to Zhou Yiqiao at this moment because of Li Mubai's instructions.

"Senior Brother Li has already told me that if Brother Zhou arrives, I will lead him to the sect."

Zhou Yiqiao returned the favor with a salute to express his gratitude.

"Thank you, Brother Wang."

Wang Changfeng nodded, without saying much, and led Zhou Yiqiao out of the Yinxian Market and came to the hidden valley where they landed when they left the Tijian Sect.

Under Wang Changfeng's operation, the two activated the teleportation formation hidden in the valley and disappeared into the mountains.

As the world spun around, Zhou Yiqiao felt a flash before his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely different world.

There are towering mountains all around, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the air is filled with a faint spiritual energy, which is completely different from the turbidity of the secular world.

The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds and shines on the lush forest, creating a mottled effect and adding a sense of mystery and peace to this fairy-like scene.

"I thought I would never come to this paradise again in my lifetime."

Zhou Yiqiao smiled slightly.

"Brother Zhou, our great-grandmaster has gone out for some reason and is not in the sect for the time being. Senior Brother Li is already waiting at Jianfeng. Please follow me."

Wang Changfeng's voice interrupted Zhou Yiqiao's sigh.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao collected his thoughts, nodded, and followed Wang Changfeng's steps.

Passing through the winding mountain road, with lush ancient trees on both sides, you can occasionally see a few exotic birds and beasts shuttling through the woods. They seemed to be familiar with the two uninvited guests. They just looked at them curiously for a few times and then went back to their own business.

As we go deeper, the view ahead suddenly opens up and a magnificent sword peak comes into view.

The Jianfeng Peak rises high into the clouds, and the top is shrouded in mist, as if it reaches straight into the sky.

On top of the peak, rays of sword intent shot up into the sky, interweaving with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, captivating the heart.

Before, Zhou Yiqiao had only seen the Sword Peak where the 'Jianxin Pavilion' was located, and thought that was the most spectacular sight of the Tijian Sect. However, when he saw the real Sword Peak of the Tijian Sect with his own eyes, he deeply realized what a holy land of swordsmanship was.

Every gust of wind here carries the edge of a sword, and every cloud seems to contain the secret of the sword, which makes people feel awe involuntarily.

"Is this where Brother Li practices?"

Zhou Yiqiao couldn't help but ask curiously.

"good."

Wang Changfeng nodded in response. Although his tone was still stiff, it was obvious that he was proud of and respected this sword peak.

"Senior Brother Li is a leader among the younger generation in the sect. The sword peak where he is located is called Lingyun Peak. It not only has a unique scenery, but is also the place with the strongest sword spirit in the sect."

"My uncle always said that the way of sword cultivation lies in the heart, in the mind, and even in every wisp of wind and every cloud in the world. Lingyun Peak is the place where my uncle specially chose for Senior Brother Li to practice."

Zhou Yiqiao nodded, as if agreeing with Wang Changfeng's remarks, but he secretly sighed in his heart.

"I didn't expect that Brother Li's cave residence is even more magnificent than his master's residence."

Following Wang Changfeng's guidance, Zhou Yiqiao finally climbed to Lingyun Peak.

The scenery at the top of the peak is even more spectacular, with clouds rolling under your feet, as if you are above the clouds.

There is a flat square in the center of the peak. In the center of the square is a huge sword-shaped stone tablet. The stone tablet is engraved with various sword marks, and each sword mark contains different sword meanings.

On one side of the square, there is a row of exquisite pavilions, which are connected by corridors to form an elegant courtyard.

In the courtyard, Li Mubai was standing in front of a pavilion, waiting for Zhou Yiqiao's arrival with a smile on his face.

"Brother Zhou, welcome to Lingyun Peak."

Li Mubai stepped forward and greeted him warmly.

Zhou Yiqiao smiled back.

"Brother Li, sorry to bother you."

Li Mubai waved his hand, indicating that they were welcome, and then took Zhou Yiqiao into a main building in the courtyard.

The interior of the building is decorated simply and elegantly. There are several scrolls depicting sword-themed scenes hanging on the walls, and some simple furniture and training supplies placed in the room.

"Brother Zhou, this is the residence I prepared for you. Although it is a little simple, the environment is still quiet and suitable for cultivation."

Li Mubai introduced.

Zhou Yiqiao looked around and was very satisfied with the environment here.

"Brother Li, it's already very good. Thank you for your arrangement."

Li Mubai smiled and continued.

"Brother Zhou, you should take a rest first to relieve your fatigue from the journey."

"I will host a banquet in the courtyard tonight to welcome you and introduce you to some fellow practitioners in the sect."