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

Zhou Yiqiao entered Canglan City and rushed towards the destination of his trip without stopping.

Canglang Seaport is a giant port that occupies most of the area of ​​Canglang City.

A large number of merchant ships and sampans were moored on the bay pier, and the strong sea breeze made their masts rustle.

Every day, a large number of monks sail out from here on treasure ships, and a large number of ships return to the harbor loaded with spiritual materials from the endless sea, making a lot of money.

Even though all the monks know that the number of ships that return every day is less than two-thirds of the ships that go out to sea, it still cannot stop the desire of casual monks to get rich overnight and completely escape poverty.

Zhou Yiqiao's trip was naturally not to go out to sea to find treasures. He came here to find a foundation-building monk named Ye Feiming.

Canglan City prospered with a completely deformed development model, which naturally spawned many similarly deformed industries.

According to the information provided by He Yunxi, this Ye Feiming is a monk who has been wandering around the gambling house here all year round.

It was in the evening, and there was a drizzle of light rain in the sky. The monks who were able to return to the port had already returned. The pier of Canglang Harbor seemed unusually quiet and peaceful, and occasionally some sporadic ships would pass by.

Zhou Yiqiao wandered on the dock for a while, and finally stepped into a high-standard gambling house.

The gambling house is very large, with bright lights and luxurious and elegant decoration.

"Welcome, sir, what do you want to do?"

As soon as Zhou Yiqiao stepped into it, a sweet greeting came to his ears. A pretty girl in red came up to him with a smile and asked coquettishly.

"I'm looking for someone."

After hearing the words of the girl in red, Zhou Yiqiao frowned slightly and uttered three words indifferently.

The gambling house was filled with the smell of low-quality makeup, which made him feel a little pungent.

Seeing that Zhou Yiqiao seemed to lack interest, the girl in red showed a hint of disappointment on her face, but she quickly returned to her original state and continued to ask delicately.

"I wonder who the guest is looking for? Maybe I know him."

"Ye Feiming."

Hearing Zhou Yiqiao's name, the girl in red's face changed, then she smiled and enthusiastically led Zhou Yiqiao towards the depths of the gambling house.

"Boss Ye, if an acquaintance of yours is visiting, please come out and meet him quickly!"

The girl in red walked into the depths of the casino, stood still and shouted to a certain room. Soon after, a short, fat man in black robe opened the door and walked out.

The man in black robe has a pair of small eyes the size of mung beans, two mustaches, and a cunning and cunning face. From his appearance, he looks like a veteran who has been in the gambling house for many years.

When he saw the girl in red, his plump chin trembled, and a ray of light shot out from his narrowed eyes.

He glanced at Zhou Yiqiao and saw that he looked unfamiliar and did not have any special aura about him. He was not a debt collector. He immediately relaxed his vigilance and said in a strange tone.

"Hong'er, I didn't expect someone like you to be able to seduce such a handsome young man. Why don't you introduce him to me?"

When the maid named Hong'er heard Ye Feiming's teasing, she immediately glanced at Zhou Yiqiao beside her in panic.

She has been hanging out in gambling houses for many years, and has developed a pair of eyesight that is beyond ordinary people. Naturally, she can tell that Zhou Yiqiao is definitely an extraordinary person.

"Boss Ye, please don't joke. This young master is handsome and unrestrained. He is an immortal from heaven. How dare you think so?"

"This young master came to see Boss Ye by name. Now that he has been brought there, the slave family will leave first."

After saying this, Hong'er hurriedly retreated, for fear of causing Zhou Yiqiao's dissatisfaction.

Ye Feiming's eyes followed Hong'er as she disappeared at the end of the corridor, and then he shifted his eyes and looked at Zhou Yiqiao.

"Master, I wonder what you want from me?"

Zhou Yiqiao looked at Ye Feiming and asked calmly.

"Don't worry, let me ask you, who are you Ye Wenchang?"

When Ye Feiming heard Zhou Yiqiao mention the word 'Ye Wenchang', his expression suddenly became tense.

"Who is your Excellency? Why do you want to inquire about my father's name?"

Ye Feiming's voice was low and cold, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent.

"I'm asking you, who are you Ye Wenchang?"

Zhou Yiqiao shook his head, stretched out his left hand and made a gesture of virtual pressure, and the murderous intention in Ye Feiming immediately dissipated.

"Then Ye Wenchang is my father! What do you want to do?"

"Oh?"

Zhou Yiqiao raised his eyebrows and stared at the fat man in front of him with interest.

"It's really you."

When Ye Feiming heard this, he looked slightly startled and looked at Zhou Yiqiao in confusion, not understanding the meaning of his words.

"In that case, I want to exchange your father's weapon refining experience with you."

Zhou Yiqiao made his intention clear in a calm tone, as if it was not a discussion but an order.

Ye Feiming looked slightly angry and snorted coldly.

"Your Excellency, you take yourself too seriously, don't you?"

"No matter what the reason is, don't take advantage of my father, otherwise..."

"What else?"

Zhou Yiqiao gently raised his right palm, and an unparalleled force burst out instantly. The entire space seemed to be shaken by this powerful wave of true energy, causing Ye Feiming's words to stop abruptly.

His pupils shrank violently, and he looked at Zhou Yiqiao in horror, as if his throat was being strangled, and he couldn't say a word.

"If you don't want to take out the secret book of exercises, then I will take it out for you."

Zhou Yiqiao smiled indifferently, his fingers slowly closed together, and terrifying power condensed in his palms.

Sweat dripped from Ye Feiming's forehead. The powerful spiritual pressure almost suffocated him. The blood in his body surged and his meridians ached.

He quickly begged for mercy.

"Wait, wait! I promise you!"

Seeing Zhou Yiqiao's delay in responding, Ye Feiming continued to speak through gritted teeth.

"Please also ask fellow Taoist to take back his magical powers. Ye will give my father's weapon refining experience to fellow Taoist."

After hearing these words, Zhou Yiqiao slowly withdrew his right palm and said with a faint smile.

"I told you earlier, I didn't intend to embarrass you."

After saying that, Zhou Yiqiao sat across from Ye Feiming, poured himself a cup of spiritual tea, and waited for Ye Feiming to hand over the secret book of the technique.

Ye Feiming wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out a brocade box from his storage bag, and handed it to Zhou Yiqiao.

Zhou Yiqiao glanced at him and opened the brocade box, only to find a piece of cloth. The cloth was gray-brown and densely covered with complicated and mysterious rune formations.

He observed it carefully for a moment, then suddenly held the cloth in his hand, closed his eyes and recited a mantra silently.

An obscure spell sounded from his mouth, and then, the cloth turned into bits and pieces and fell to the ground, and a ray of golden light suddenly burst out.

Zhou Yiqiao opened his eyes again, and a gold foil seal with a large number of French characters appeared in his sight.