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

An invisible wave spread from Zhou Yiqiao's body, like ripples in a lake, spreading outward layer by layer, and soon alerted many monks in the restaurant.

"This feeling of soul shaking, which comrade wants to survive the tribulation here?"

In the hall, many monks who had reached the level of foundation building suddenly stood up and looked up in the direction of the fluctuations coming from the second floor.

"No, this shock only affects the spiritual consciousness and does not gather a trace of spiritual power. Could it be that this senior is practicing the divine soul technique again?"

Among the crowd, an old man who was obviously older than the others smoothed his beard and spoke slowly.

"Don't be ridiculous. This restaurant is so noisy, and there are all strange monks coming and going. No matter how powerful this person is, he can't be so generous."

When the other monks heard this, they quickly handed over their hands and humbly asked for advice.

"Old man, do you know what kind of abnormal noise this comrade caused?"

"Yes, senior, if you can clear up the confusion, this junior will pay the bill for you!"

The old man still looked cheerful, pressed his palm slightly to signal everyone to be quiet, and then spoke calmly.

"I, Mo Yanfeng, traveled around Yanzhou with my master when I was young, and I saw countless strange people and strange things. Now, I happened to have seen the unusual movements caused by this senior."

In the hall, the clever person heard the senior mentioned by Mo Yanfeng, his eyes narrowed suddenly, and he quickly interrupted.

"Old man, please forgive me for being rude. You just said you were a senior. Could it be that this person is a powerful golden elixir?!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the restaurant, regardless of their cultivation level, took a breath of cold air.

In the battle between Chu and Zheng, all the powerful Nascent Souls of Zheng were annihilated.

Now in the entire world, except for the Nascent Soul monks sent here by the Holy Emperor to frighten Xiao Xiaoxiao, the Duke of Yan is a Nascent Soul cultivator, and the Golden Core Realm is already an out-and-out powerful one here!

Everyone is a casual cultivator. On weekdays, they can at most watch the golden elixir power flying over their heads from a distance. Today, they can come into close contact with the vision caused by the power, and suddenly they feel a sense of honor.

Mo Yanfeng was not angry at being interrupted. Under the expectant looks of everyone, he nodded slowly.

"This little friend guessed right. The person who can cause such a strange phenomenon is none other than a senior Jindan!"

"I saw it with my own eyes when I was with my master. This is a scene of agitation of spiritual consciousness that only occurs when a monk's mind is enlightened by chance."

"According to what the senior said back then, it takes the right time, place, and right people to trigger enlightenment, which is an extremely valuable experience in a monk's life."

"Many monks may not have a single opportunity for enlightenment in their lifetime, even from birth to death."

After everyone heard this, they suddenly realized it. For a moment, they didn't know whether they were envious or admired. There was another commotion in the whole restaurant.

"I once heard about enlightenment from a senior casual cultivator. It is said that those who can achieve enlightenment are all talented people."

"Either he is good at magic, or he is proficient in all kinds of cultivation arts. No matter what, he is a person with amazing talents!"

A young man who had advanced in Qi refining waited for the senior foundation builders to finish their conversation, then he timidly raised his hand and told what he had experienced.

As soon as these words came out, it was completely confirmed what Mo Yanfeng said. For a while, several courageous monks had already met and walked towards the second floor.

"What are you going to do?!"

Mo Yanfeng saw the actions of those people and immediately shouted sharply.

"Senior Jindan has another epiphany. It is a huge opportunity for us to be lucky enough to see it. If we understand it well, we will have a greater chance of having an epiphany in the future."

"Don't you still want to disturb the seniors without knowing what's going on?"

The group of people's faces suddenly turned ugly after Mo Yanfeng exposed their thoughts.

One of them, a strong man with an unshaven beard, said with a stern expression.

"Old guy, you are really slanderous. We just want to understand this mysterious feeling further. How come you have turned out to be uneasy and kind-hearted?"

Mo Yanfeng was speechless by the man's words, opened his mouth, and finally sat back in his seat.

When these people saw that Mo Yanfeng stopped looking, they sneered and walked together towards the remote private room where Zhou Yiqiao was.

In the entire restaurant, these people were not the only ones who were purely eager to move.

The remaining monks who lacked courage all stretched their heads at this moment, eagerly waiting for the news to come back.

The huge restaurant suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

"what!"

Several shrill sounds were heard, and then figures fell down from the second floor and fell heavily into the crowd.

Everyone hurriedly stood up to check, and were immediately shocked and speechless by the sight in front of them.

I saw several people who were uttering wild words just a moment ago, but now their faces were pale and they were lying on the ground moaning in pain.

The man named the leader was hit by several swords in his body, and the sharp sword energy filled his wounds. It was obvious that his heart and lungs had been damaged, and he would die soon.

At the same time, the shock of the soul that was still spreading outwards suddenly shrank, and a figure appeared in everyone's sight.

"Senior...Senior."

Mo Yanfeng was indeed the oldest person among the people. His extraordinary vision allowed him to recognize in an instant that the person in front of him was Zhou Yiqiao, who had an epiphany by chance.

Zhou Yiqiao did not answer, his eyes shot out a cold light and scanned the people present.

The monks in the restaurant, regardless of their level of cultivation, all felt the breath of death the moment they were stared at by him.

At this moment, they woke up from their excitement and realized that the person in front of them was a genuine Golden Elixir cultivator.

It is also a powerful existence that can kill them with just one move.

"Senior, have mercy on me, this junior just happened to drink again and didn't have any wrong thoughts!"

Some monks had quick eyesight and quick hands, and they were the first to kneel down in front of Zhou Yiqiao, begging for mercy.

With this person taking the lead, people in the entire restaurant one after another couldn't stand Zhou Yiqiao's gaze, fell to their knees, and begged softly.

Zhou Yiqiao looked at the crowd of heads in front of him with a cold expression, counting in the air.

A stream of spiritual light shot out, and all the monks who had been greedy before were killed.

"You have to thank this old man. If he hadn't stopped me for a moment, and I had just reached the end of my enlightenment, none of you would have survived."

After saying that, he stopped paying attention to everyone, and with a sweep of his consciousness, he found the restaurant owner who had been hiding in the backyard.

Zhou Yiqiao handed a bag of spiritual stones to the shopkeeper, compensated the other party for the loss, and left the place without looking back.

It wasn't until he disappeared completely that someone got up, looked at the bloody scene in front of them, paid the bill and left in a hurry.

Only Mo Yanfeng was still sitting on the wine table, drinking the spirit wine in the cup, shaking his head and sighing.

"It's hard to persuade a damned person with good words. If you don't have mercy, you will die."