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

In Yaxiang Pavilion, except for Wu Ning, Zhou Yiqiao and the other two people were completely shocked.

"Wu Ning, how could this lip-spotting session be so generous?"

Xia Houzhan was the first to react and said in surprise. Mo Hetong, who had also participated in previous lip-pointing sessions, also came to his senses and echoed incessantly.

"Xiahou is right. In previous years, the leaders were at the most golden elixir level. Not to mention that all the leaders this time are at the golden elixir level, but there are still women from the Nascent Soul level coming out of the cabinet?"

"I am afraid that only the sons of the Saint Sect of Central Continent or the elders of the major sects can possess a female cultivator of this level, right?"

"If we hadn't seen it with our own eyes, we would have thought it was a dream!"

The two of them looked puzzled and looked at Wu Ning with expressions full of questioning.

Wu Ning shook his head and smiled bitterly when he heard this.

"Only Aunt Liu and my father in the entire Wu family know the details of the selection process for Yanyulou. Do you think I can know the reason?"

"this......"

Hearing what he said, Xiahou Zhan and the others were speechless.

"Oh! Anyway, the three of us are not allowed to have an affair with the women at these lip-sex sessions. If there is any secret, what does it have to do with us!"

Seeing that Xiahou Zhan and Mo He were silent, Wu Ning spoke up to comfort him.

When the two heard this, they were also stunned.

"That's right. This time it's just to open Brother Zhou's horizons. Otherwise, we've had enough fun now. It's better to go back to my house and be happy."

Mo Hetong chuckled, and in the blink of an eye he became vulgar again.

"Well, what Brother Mo said is true."

Xiahou Zhan took it seriously and immediately pulled up Zhou Yiqiao's sleeves.

"Brother Zhou, you see, we have suffered a big loss this time because of you. Shouldn't you repay the favor?"

Hearing what they said, Zhou Yiqiao was stunned for a few seconds, looking at Wu Ning who had no intention of stopping him. Only then did he realize that he had been tricked.

"I said that the two of them became so active after they knew that Brother Wu was bringing me here, and they kept urging me to come and watch this lip-sync."

"Tell me, if there's anything Zhou can do to help, I'll let you know."

When the two of them saw Zhou Yiqiao agreeing, they put away their playful smiles and became extremely serious.

Mo Hetong looked at the female concubine serving in the room, waved his hand, and asked everyone to leave.

Since Zhou Yiqiao met Xiahou Zhan and Mo Hetong, this was the first time that he saw these two people being so serious. He couldn't help but sit upright and pretend to be listening.

"Brother Zhou is quick to speak, and Mo Hetong and I are not hiding anything."

"After Wu Ning fought you to a draw, we arranged for Wu Ning to take you to the Yanyu Building for a lip tapping session."

Having said that, no matter how lively the Yanyu Tower was, the Yaxiang Pavilion fell into an eerie silence.

No matter how deep Zhou Yiqiao's palace was, he couldn't help but frown slightly after hearing the truth, showing an expression of disbelief.

He looked at Wu Ning, who was silent on the side, and saw that the other party also had a serious face and remained silent, so he had to endure it for the time being and continue to wait for the next chapter.

"Mo Hetong and I hope that after Brother Zhou joins the Nether Demon Sect, he can form a team with us in the next Slaughter Feast."

After finishing speaking, Xiahou Zhan stared at Zhou Yiqiao with bright eyes, waiting for the other party's reply.

Since Zhou Yiqiao came to Yongzhou, he has not been sitting still. Over the past few days, he has gained a rough understanding of the basic common sense of Yongzhou.

He naturally knew about the massacre feast that Xiahou Zhan mentioned.

The so-called massacre feast is a selection held every thirty years by the Netherworld Demon Sect for the Golden Core disciples within the sect.

All disciples who participate in this selection will be formed into a team of three and enter a small world called the Ancient Beast Tomb.

It is said that that small world was more than ten thousand years ago and was a trial place left by the first ancestors of the Nether Demon Sect.

All disciples who enter this secret realm will have to face endless hunting of ferocious beasts in the next few months. By killing the monsters, the final order will be determined.

The Nether Demon Sect also uses this sorting to select the disciples who are qualified to be promoted to direct disciples.

"That's it..."

Zhou Yiqiao frowned, looking thoughtful.

He possesses the Moonstone Dimension, and he really doesn't want to show his face and participate in such a dangerous competition unless necessary.

"Since you want to form a team of three, why don't you find Brother Wu who is more powerful?"

Zhou Yiqiao looked at Wu Ning aside and declined.

Hearing this, Mo Hetong looked a little anxious and spoke before Xia Houzhan.

"Brother Zhou doesn't know that since the ancient beast tomb trial appeared, every monk who stood out from it has benefited from the secret realm and achieved extraordinary achievements on the road to immortality."

"It is precisely because of this that as early as three thousand years ago, not only the disciples of my Nether Demon Sect participated in this massacre feast."

"As a result, Wentian Pavilion's list of deceased persons has naturally added restrictions. Anyone who enters the list must be a proud man who has returned from the ancient beast tomb."

When he said this, Zhou Yiqiao finally understood the problem between the two people in front of him.

"So what you are saying is that Brother Wu cannot enter again because he has participated in this trial."

"And what you two really want is to be on the list of the dead."

Mo Hetong nodded.

"Yes, Brother Zhou is indeed extremely intelligent. He guessed our true thoughts just from a few words from the two of us."

Zhou Yiqiao waved his hand, his expression not changing at all due to the two men's flirtation.

"I'm sorry to say that such a risky thing would do more harm than good to me. There is absolutely no need for Zhou to agree to the two of you."

After he finished speaking, both of them looked disappointed.

Xiahou Zhan sighed softly and said with some regret.

"Oh, I originally expected Brother Zhou to help me and others, but I didn't expect this result."

"It's also because we are too greedy. We don't have enough strength but we try to get on the dead list and covet the family rights."

Looking at the two people with gloomy expressions, Wu Ning, who had never spoken a word, suddenly stood up. He looked at Zhou Yiqiao, cupped his fists and saluted.

"Brother Zhou, I know you are very unhappy that we are plotting against you."

"But there are still more than ten years before the next Massacre Feast. I, Wu Ning, still hope that Brother Zhou can take the friendship of these days into consideration and not reject them soon."

Wu Ning paused for a moment, seeming to have some emotions brewing before he continued.

"If Brother Zhou is willing to agree later, I can give Brother Zhou sufficient reward on behalf of the two of them!"

Seeing the eagerness of the three people in front of him, Zhou Yiqiao pondered for a moment and had no choice but to agree temporarily.

"Since Brother Wu has said so, I won't refuse for the time being."

"But the ugly words are ahead. Zhou's promise may be very slim. If you two really want to participate, you should seize the time to find other teammates."