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

When Li Mubai heard the irresponsible tone of his master, he became even more furious and directly called out the other person's name.

"Li Jianlan! What kind of master are you? You only know how to drink all day long and never care about my cultivation!"

The man named Li Jianlan waved his hand casually, and a barely visible wave of spiritual power flashed by, silencing Li Mubai's mouth.

Li Mubai's eyes widened, his face full of anger but he couldn't utter a single word and could only let out a few meaningless growls.

Li Jianlan ignored Li Mubai's anger. He yawned, turned lazily to the middle-aged man and asked.

"Uncle Master, why did you specifically ask me to come to Jianxin Pavilion?"

"I still have a few jars of thousand-year-old wine in my wine cellar. I am planning to go back and taste them."

The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly, but he was not angry. It was obvious that he was used to the casual attitude of his nephew.

He briefly told Li Jianlan the situation of the Demon Sword Spirit and their plan.

But after hearing this, Li Jianlan frowned, looking as if he was annoyed.

"So, you want me to go with these two juniors to deal with the demon sword spirit?"

"Master, why don't you go and handle such a troublesome matter yourself?"

"I am still young and haven't even had a few days of quiet time. I really don't want to be bothered by these trivial matters."

Although Li Jianlan said this, there was an imperceptible deep meaning flashing in his eyes. He gently shook the wine gourd in his hand, as if thinking about something.

The middle-aged man replied calmly.

"Jianlan, this is no small matter. If I were not so busy, I would not trouble you."

"The demon sword spirit has escaped many times. Its strength and cunningness should not be underestimated."

"Although Mu Bai and Zhou Xiaoyou are extremely talented, I'm afraid they will not be able to succeed without your help."

Li Jianlan waved his hand and wanted to continue to refuse, but the middle-aged man seemed to have expected it. He smiled and took out an exquisite jade box from his sleeve.

As the jade box was opened, a rich aroma of wine wafted out immediately, and even Zhou Yiqiao, who was not very interested in wine, could not help but be slightly stunned.

There was a tiny spirit insect lying in the jade box. Its entire body was crystal clear, and liquid like nectar was flowing in its body. Just smelling the aroma of wine it emitted would make people feel intoxicated.

The middle-aged man introduced.

"This is the best product cultivated by my fellow Taoist Gu Chong from among thousands of wine spirit insects. It is called 'Years of Brewing'."

"You only need to put this bug into the wine, and within half a day, the wine will age a hundred years longer. It is the ultimate treasure for winemaking."

Li Jianlan's eyes lit up the moment he saw the spirit insect. He licked his lips almost subconsciously, looking like a drunkard.

"Is this true?"

There was a slight tremor in Li Jianlan's voice, and it was obvious that he was extremely eager for this spiritual insect.

The middle-aged man nodded and smiled.

"Of course it's true. As long as you are willing to help, this 'Wine of Time' will be yours."

Li Jianlan immediately sat up straight, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, but then he showed a bargaining look.

"Uncle Master, look at my body, how can I stand the torture? Why don't you give me this spiritual insect first, and then I will think about it."

The middle-aged man seemed to have seen through his thoughts long ago, and shook his head and smiled.

"Well, I'll give you this spirit insect first, but you must leave within three days and you can't regret it."

Li Jianlan was overjoyed when he heard this. He quickly took the jade box and carefully put it in his arms, as if he was holding some rare treasure.

"Don't worry, uncle. With this 'Wine of Time' in my hand, I, Li Jianlan, will definitely go all out."

He assured, patting his chest.

After saying that, he stood up and said something.

"Wait for me for three days, and I will keep the appointment."

She hurriedly left Jianxin Pavilion, as if she was afraid that the middle-aged man would go back on his word.

With the departure of Li Jianlan, the spiritual power sealed in Li Mubai also dissipated, and he finally regained the ability to speak.

"Uncle Master, do you really want to count on Li Jianlan?"

Li Mubai was somewhat indignant.

"Mu Bai!"

The middle-aged man's expression suddenly became very stern.

"No matter what, he is your master after all!"

Li Mubai was stunned when he heard this, and then he remembered that Zhou Yiqiao, a disciple of the Feijian Sect, was present next to him. His face froze, and he lowered his head and stopped talking.

The middle-aged man knew that Li Mubai still had resentment in his heart, so he softened his tone and explained.

"Mu Bai, although your master seems to be casual, his cultivation is actually unfathomable, and his actions have their own reasons."

"I am unable to take action against the Demon Sword Spirit this time. Naturally, he is the only one in the entire Sword Sect who can handle this task."

"I know that you were forced to take Jian Lan as your master by me, and you are unwilling to do so, but I have my own considerations for doing so, and you will understand it in the future."

Upon hearing this, Li Mubai was extremely reluctant and confused, but he had no choice but to agree.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm his inner turmoil, and nodded slowly, agreeing to the middle-aged man's arrangement.

Zhou Yiqiao observed quietly from the side. Looking at Li Mubai's reluctant expression, he became more and more curious about Li Jianlan, who seemed unruly but was actually a man of great talent.

Seeing that Li Mubai finally agreed, the middle-aged man nodded slightly to show his satisfaction.

"You two go back first. I will call you back in three days."

Zhou Yiqiao and Li Mubai left Jianxin Pavilion together and returned to their residence together.

Along the way, Li Mubai remained silent. Zhou Yiqiao could also feel the complicated emotions in his heart, so he didn't ask any more questions.

After arriving at the residence, Li Mubai said goodbye to Zhou Yiqiao, turned around and left, without even giving Zhou Yiqiao a chance to ask questions about Li Jianlan.

"Alas, every family has its own troubles, and everyone has their own unspeakable sufferings."

Thinking that Li Mubai had the same troubles as himself, which ordinary people did not have, Zhou Yiqiao sighed helplessly and returned to his attic to make final preparations before departure.

Three days later, Zhou Yiqiao arrived at the agreed location early.

Li Mubai had arrived first and was sitting cross-legged beside the middle-aged man practicing. When he saw Zhou Yiqiao arriving, he just nodded slightly. It was obvious that the boredom in his heart had not been relieved yet, and he had no intention of greeting Zhou Yiqiao.

Seeing this, Zhou Yiqiao didn't take it seriously and respectfully saluted the middle-aged man next to him.

"senior."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and glanced at Zhou Yiqiao gently.

"Well, you're here early. Li Jianlan should be here soon."

"Although he acts recklessly, he always keeps his word when it comes to his promises."

As soon as he finished speaking, a clear sound of swords was heard in the distance.

Accompanied by a few hearty laughs, Li Jianlan's figure appeared in everyone's sight.

He was holding a wine gourd in his hand, his clothes were a little disheveled, and he had obviously been drinking all the way here, but his eyes were unusually bright, sparkling with dazzling brilliance.

"Haha, sorry to have kept you waiting!"

Li Jianlan strode up to the crowd, first bowed to the middle-aged man, then patted Li Mubai on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Disciple, I am not late, am I?"

Li Mubai snorted coldly, shrugged to avoid Li Jianlan's touch, and did not answer.

"Hey, you brat!"

Li Jianlan was not annoyed, but just shook his head with a smile, as if he had already gotten used to Li Mubai's cold attitude.

He turned and nodded towards Zhou Yiqiao as a response to Zhou Yiqiao's salute, then looked at the middle-aged man casually and asked.

"Uncle Master, you asked me to escort the magic sword. Where is the magic sword now?"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, stood up, and a powerful aura emanated from him.

He stretched out his hand, and the space around him seemed to distort with his movements, and visible spatial ripples spread in all directions.

As he shouted, the space seemed to be torn apart, and chains flashing with cold light extended from the cracks, dragging a pitch-black sword, slowly appearing in the sight of the four people.

The sword was shrouded in darkness. The dark red lines on the sword were like winding rivers of blood, and the blood-red ruby ​​on the sword was flashing an ominous light like a devil's eye.

Zhou Yiqiao felt a strong sense of uneasiness. He could clearly feel that the power of this magic sword was now much greater than when it was first taken out of the Blood-sucking Valley.

Even with the chains on, and the distance between them, he could still feel the violence and evil contained in them, as if his life could be swallowed up in an instant if he was not careful.

The middle-aged man waved his hand lightly, and the chains wrapped around the magic sword made a crisp metallic collision sound, and were untied.

The moment the magic sword escaped, the air around it seemed to freeze, and an indescribable feeling of oppression made everyone present hold their breath.

"Jianlan, the power of this magic sword is extremely strong. You must treat it with caution."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and cast a light protective shield on Zhou Yiqiao and Li Mubai, while instructing Li Jianlan.

Li Jianlan still looked lazy. He waved his hand casually, as if he didn't care about the middle-aged man's warning.

"Uncle Master, don't worry, I know what to do."

He took a few steps forward lazily and directly grasped the hilt of the magic sword.

Something surprising happened to Zhou Yiqiao. The scene he imagined, where the might of the magic sword collides violently with Li Jianlan's spiritual power, did not happen. The whole process was surprisingly calm.

The magic sword was like a tamed beast, it brought surprises in an instant. The blood light surrounding the sword gradually converged, and even the ruby ​​on the sword dimmed a little.

Under Zhou Yiqiao's shocked gaze, Li Jianlan casually put the magic sword at his waist, then summoned an ordinary flying sword, motioning Zhou Yiqiao and Li Mubai to go up.

"Come on, we should leave now, don't waste my time drinking."

Zhou Yiqiao and Li Mubai jumped onto Li Jianlan's flying sword one after another. Before they had time to say goodbye to the middle-aged man, they felt a strong sense of breaking through the air. The flying sword had already taken them away from the Tijian Sect like an arrow.