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

The secret book suddenly vibrated in Chen Fan's hand, and a strong wave emanated from the secret book, sweeping across the entire secret realm.

"Oh no! The inheritance has been obtained by someone and the entire secret realm is beginning to collapse!"

Zhou Yiqiao was the first to react. His face changed in shock and he shouted loudly.

Everyone could feel that the space in the secret realm was twisting, and space storms were forming around them, as if they were going to swallow them up.

"Everyone, follow me out of here!"

Chen Fan shouted loudly.

At this moment, space turbulence has begun to appear in the secret realm. If he does not leave in time, even if his master, the Ancient Immortal Lord, comes, he will be buried in the space turbulence.

Everyone did not dare to delay and followed Chen Fan closely, rushing towards the exit of the secret realm.

Behind them, the entire inheritance space began to collapse, and space cracks spread everywhere, like giant mouths ready to devour anyone.

Fortunately, everyone was strong, and Chen Fan was very familiar with the entire secret realm. At the moment before the secret realm completely collapsed, everyone successfully rushed out of the secret realm and returned to the real world.

Standing outside the secret realm, everyone looked back and saw that the once mysterious space had now turned into nothingness. They felt both relieved and a little sad.

Chen Fan turned around and looked at everyone, took a deep breath, and said.

"Everyone, this trip to the secret realm is thanks to your help. If you need anything in the future, feel free to come to the Northern Wasteland Saint Sect to find me."

When everyone heard this, they all responded to Chen Fan with a smile, and the atmosphere became a lot more relaxed for a moment.

Although their journey to the secret realm was dangerous, they gained a lot in the end and each of them felt quite satisfied.

Afterwards, everyone began to say goodbye and leave one by one. Some went straight home, while others made an appointment to go to a nearby city to celebrate.

Li Ronger was walking at the end. She hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage and walked towards Chen Fan.

"Brother Chen, Rong'er has something to ask you." Li Rong'er said softly, with two blushes on her cheeks.

Chen Fan turned around, looked at Li Ronger and smiled.

"Miss Li, you don't have to be polite, but you can say it."

Li Ronger took out a jade slip from her storage bag and handed it to Chen Fan.

"Brother Chen, these are some of Rong'er's experiences in cultivation over the years. I would like to ask Brother Chen for some advice."

Chen Fan was slightly startled. He could feel that in addition to the experience of cultivation, there was also other meaning in the jade slip handed over by Li Ronger.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

"Miss Li, Chen is focused on physical training and is not proficient in other ways of cultivation. I am afraid it is difficult for me to give you truly valuable advice."

Chen Fan's voice was gentle and sincere, but there was a barely perceptible hint of apology in his eyes.

“However, although I am not good at this, there are many hidden talents in the Northern Wasteland Saint Sect, and there are many masters of various cultivations.”

"Miss Li, you have helped me so much today. If you are willing, I can take you back to the Northern Wasteland Holy Sect to find a teacher who is more suitable for you."

Chen Fan's words were naturally an excuse for being a vassal.

Among the monks who can become the Holy Son of the Holy Sect, which one does not practice the three realms of essence, energy and spirit?

The reason why he refused was naturally that he didn't want to have too deep a connection with Li Ronger.

Li Ronger's face turned pale. She obviously didn't expect Chen Fan to reject her so directly.

She bit her lip, and in the end said nothing more. She silently put away the jade slip, turned around and left.

Zhou Yiqiao saw this scene but said nothing.

He knew that love cannot be forced. Since Chen Fan was able to borrow the sect's treasure from the Saint of Wentian Pavilion, it meant that he and the Saint of Wentian Pavilion had long had feelings for each other, so it was not difficult to understand his polite refusal of Li Ronger.

After Li Ronger walked away, Chen Fan suddenly turned around and looked at Zhou Yiqiao with a serious expression.

"Brother Zhou, there is something Chen has always wanted to ask you."

Zhou Yiqiao was stunned.

"Brother Chen, please speak."

Chen Fan took a deep breath and said slowly.

"Is Zhao Kuo's death related to Brother Zhou?"

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Obviously, he didn't expect Chen Fan to ask this question.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

"Brother Chen, Zhao Kuo's death has nothing to do with me."

Chen Fan stared at Zhou Yiqiao's eyes closely, as if trying to see something from his eyes.

But Zhou Yiqiao's eyes were calm, without the slightest hint of evasion or guilt.

Chen Fan didn't get the answer he wanted, so he suddenly started talking on his own.

"Chen initially thought that Brother Zhou was only at the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm. No matter how talented he was, he could never be a match for Zhao Kuo, who was at the Void Refinement Realm."

“But later, after seeing Brother Zhou’s performance in Heart Fire Purgatory and Apocalypse Inheritance, I suddenly realized that Brother Zhou was the one who had the most power to kill Zhao Kuo.”

After hearing Chen Fan's analysis, Zhou Yiqiao was silent for a while, and finally sighed softly, tacitly agreeing with Chen Fan's guess, but did not admit it personally.

Seeing this, a complex expression flashed in Chen Fan's eyes. He didn't really want to investigate Zhao Kuo's death, but he had some doubts in his heart. Seeing Zhou Yiqiao acquiesced, he was relieved.

"Brother Zhou, since there is no need for further discussion between you and me, I will not ask any more questions."

Chen Fan said in a deep voice.

"In any case, Brother Zhou is Chen's friend and a distinguished guest of our Northern Wasteland Saint Sect."

"Now that the matter is settled, if Brother Zhou does not mind, you may as well return to the Northern Wasteland Holy Sect with me, so that I can fulfill my hospitality as a host and allow many brothers in the sect who want to make friends with Brother Zhou to meet him."

Zhou Yiqiao smiled slightly. He knew that Chen Fan's invitation was sincere, but he had his own plans in mind.

"Brother Chen, I appreciate your kindness."

Zhou Yiqiao declined politely.

"Before I came to the Northern Wasteland Saint Sect, I had already made a fifty-year agreement with others. Now that the fifty-year deadline has come, I will also go back to keep the agreement."

Chen Fan was slightly startled when he heard this, but he didn't investigate further.

"Since Brother Zhou has something important to attend to, it would be inconvenient for Chen to keep him here."

Chen Fan clasped his fists.

"Brother Zhou, if you have the chance in the future, you must come to my Northern Wasteland Holy Sect and stay for a few days."

Zhou Yiqiao nodded in return.

"Brother Chen, see you later."

The two said goodbye, and Zhou Yiqiao turned around and set out on the journey back to Qingdan Pavilion.

Fifty years have passed since we last saw each other, and the border market has completely changed.

Not to mention that the shops around Qingdan Pavilion have been replaced, even two of the servants working in Qingdan Pavilion have passed away because they reached the end of their lifespan as foundation-building cultivators.

The moment Zhou Yiqiao stepped into Qingdan Pavilion, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable emotion in his heart.

Time flies, and even practitioners cannot completely transcend the flow of time.

The pavilion still retains its former tranquility and simplicity, and the air is filled with a faint medicinal fragrance, which makes people feel peaceful.

Zhou Yiqiao walked into Qingdan Pavilion with ease and came before a middle-aged man with graying temples.

"Boss! You're finally back!"

The middle-aged man looked up suddenly and recognized the person at once.