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

Because Yan Shaoyang was obsessed with business, his cave was set up in the Wufutang main store in Fengmingfang City.

Zhou Yiqiao flew the Gale Sword for a long time and arrived at the entrance of Wufu Hall before noon.

His transactions with Yan Shaoyang were all conducted in his own cave, and this trip was the first time he came to Yan Shaoyang's realm.

The waiter at Wufutang saw Zhou Yiqiao walking into the shop. After that, he immediately stepped forward and asked respectfully.

"Welcome, senior, do you need any help?"

Zhou Yiqiao stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the environment inside Wufu Hall, and said.

"I am a fellow disciple of Senior Brother Yan. I am here to talk to Senior Brother Yan."

When the boy heard that Zhou Yiqiao was his employer's junior brother, he immediately became even more respectful.

"It's a coincidence that you're here, senior. The boss just took the shopkeeper to the next door city this morning to open a new store. I guess he won't be able to come back until tomorrow."

Zhou Yiqiao said after hearing this.

"It doesn't matter, I just have to wait a day longer. I haven't been to this market for a long time, so I'll take this opportunity to browse around."

This young man was also a discerning person and spoke immediately.

"The Duobao Pavilion in Bei City happens to be holding an auction today. Seniors may wish to go and have a look. Maybe there will be an auction of spiritual objects worthy of seniors."

After hearing what the young man said, Zhou Yiqiao raised his eyebrows.

He had not participated in an auction for at least ten years, and he was suddenly moved.

Cultivation of immortals also requires a balance between work and rest. He has just come out of seclusion. Instead of spending time in romance, it would be better to participate in this auction to gain some knowledge.

With a decision in his mind, Zhou Yiqiao threw a spiritual stone to the young man, and strolled towards Bei City with the other man thanking him repeatedly.

After all, Duobao Pavilion is a large business with shops all over Yanzhou. This auction was so popular that Zhou Yiqiao was drowned in the crowd of attendees just after he arrived in Bei City.

In front of the gate of Duobao Pavilion, dozens of foundation-building monks were queuing up to verify their qualifications and wait to enter the venue.

Every monk queuing up is at least three feet away from each other, and they are vigilant to each other to prevent others from taking advantage of them.

Zhou Yiqiao came to the end of the team and waited patiently for his turn.

Although the foundation-building monks in the Chu Kingdom are not as high-ranking as those in the Liang Kingdom, they are not something that the deacon of Qi Refining Perfection in front of the Duobao Pavilion can neglect.

This person's movements were extremely fast, and within a quarter of an hour, it was Zhou Yiqiao's turn.

The auction held in Duobao Pavilion was quite grand, and the required process was naturally more complicated.

The monks participating in the meeting must not only prove their cultivation, but also show the corresponding qualifications to participate.

This qualification can be an invitation letter from Duobao Pavilion, a disciple token used by nearby major sects to prove their identity, or a five thousand spirit stone deposit simply to prove that they have the strength to participate in this meeting.

Rather than reveal his identity, Zhou Yiqiao naturally chose to pay the deposit. He took out a storage bag and threw it on the table, smiling warmly.

"These are five thousand spiritual stones. Please check them."

The deacon took the storage bag, swept his consciousness inside and immediately came back to his senses. After placing a token marked with black bamboo in his hands, he said respectfully.

"This is senior's identity token. After senior enters the venue, give it to the maid in the venue for a look, and someone will take senior to your seat."

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao grabbed the token and raised his hand, then passed the person and walked into the auction venue.

As soon as he entered the venue, a delicate-looking maid came forward, took the token from Zhou Yiqiao's hand, looked at it, and then led him to the corresponding position.

The maid led him into an elegant seat, served him a spiritual wine called "Lotus Brew" specially brewed by Duobao Pavilion, bowed and withdrew.

At this time, there were at least 500 monks who had reached the foundation-building realm sitting in the entire venue. Except for the monks of the same sect and sect who would greet each other, there was no conversation between them.

Zhou Yiqiao glanced at the entire venue, then leaned on his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

As time gradually passed, monks entered the venue one after another. There were foundation-building rookies who became famous after the Phoenix Pavilion Sect Competition, and there were also veteran strongmen who had been immersed in foundation-building for many years.

For a time, many talents gathered in the small venue.

Zhou Yiqiao opened his eyes and saw that there were at least two thousand monks present, 90% of whom were foundation-building monks. Only a small number of Qi-refining monks entered the venue as juniors, concubines, maids, etc.

As for whether there are any Jindan monks, it is unknown.

"Boom!"

Before the time came, a majestic bell rang, spreading throughout the entire space. The noisy venue suddenly fell silent. Under the gaze of everyone, an old man wearing a dark-flowered gold brocade long-sleeved coat walked up to the stage. .

The old man has a mustache and a pair of bright brown eyes. Although his hair is gray, it is neatly combed. He is energetic and has the same style as many young talents in the field.

When everyone in the audience saw the old man's appearance, the originally calm venue erupted into whispers.

"One hundred people, one hundred true people!?"

"Zhenren Bai is a charitable person. I didn't expect Duobao Pavilion to invite this old man to host this auction."

"With hundreds of real people present, at least the gold content of this auction is undeniable."

Zhou Yiqiao moved his ears slightly, picking up all the people's conversations.

Among the hundreds of real people on the stage, even Zhou Yiqiao, who is dedicated to cultivation, has heard about the major events in the world outside the cave.

Baizhen is a kindhearted person who likes to do good, even if he is extremely evil, he will help him.

It is said that when Bai Zhenren was about to advance to the Golden Elixir realm, the earth dragon in Liuyun Prefecture of Chu State turned over, and the people suffered heavy casualties at dawn.

Bai Zhenren couldn't bear to see people dying of hunger everywhere, so he peddled the Chaoyuan Pill that he had obtained with great effort, exchanged it for countless resources and distributed them to the victims, helping them survive the most difficult period.

Because of this reason, Master Bai delayed the best age for elixir formation and wasted more than eighty years in the foundation-building Dzogchen.

It was not until he was more than two hundred years old that the current Holy Emperor ascended the throne. After hearing about this man's deeds, he was greatly moved. He gave him a Chaoyuan Pill and personally helped him, so that Bai Zhenren finally achieved the Golden Pill.

Although Zhou Yiqiao is selfish and can never do such a noble thing, it does not prevent him from respecting such a noble person.

Most of the monks in the venue spontaneously stood up and saluted after seeing Bai Zhenren, and Zhou Yiqiao was naturally one of them.

Seeing everyone's actions, Bai Zhenren in the center of the venue solemnly bowed and returned the favor.

"Thank you all for your support. I am the host of this auction. I hope you can enjoy this event!"