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

The two came to the iconic thatched hut and saw the senior standing outside the hut looking at the scenery.

"Master-uncle!"

"senior."

Zhou Yiqiao and Li Mubai stepped forward and bowed to the middle-aged man.

"You are here."

The middle-aged man looked at the two of them with a smile, like an elder.

"Let's go inside and talk."

He waved his sleeves lightly, and the wooden door of the hut slowly opened by itself, and a faint scent of tea wafted out.

The middle-aged man turned and walked into the house, followed closely by Zhou Yiqiao and Li Mubai.

Inside the house, a set of quaint tea sets had already been placed on the table, with a few wisps of smoke rising and the fragrance of tea filling the air.

The middle-aged man sat leisurely in the main seat and motioned for the two to sit down as well.

"During my trip this time, I have gained a general understanding of the situation of the demon sword spirit."

He raised his hand slightly, and the tea set flew up by itself, filling tea for each of them, and then slowly pushed it in front of them.

"After the demon sword spirit escaped from the Blood Valley, it flew tens of thousands of miles to avoid disaster. It first stooped to the throne of a mortal ruler, imposed heavy taxes, and made the people suffer, which attracted the resentment of heaven and earth."

"This evil act eventually attracted the attention of several famous and upright sects nearby. After a fierce battle, the physical body of the king was destroyed, and the magic sword spirit escaped again, and then possessed the body of a young master of a low-level sect."

“Although the young master only has the foundation-building stage, he is extremely talented. After being chosen by the magic sword spirit, his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds in just a few months, approaching the golden elixir stage. Everyone inside and outside the sect is shocked.”

"However, as his cultivation level increased, his temperament became increasingly violent. He was full of hostility towards his fellow disciples and even the entire cultivation world. He provoked incidents many times, causing the loss of lives and the disintegration of the sect."

"The young master's temperament changed drastically, and naturally, it quickly attracted the attention of the sect's strong men. Several cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage attacked together, using some secret method to forcibly strip the sword spirit from the magic sword, but they still accidentally let it escape."

Having said this, the middle-aged man took a sip of the spiritual tea, and asked with a smile as if to test Zhou Yiqiao and the others.

"Do you know what will happen next?"

The two were stunned, and then Zhou Yiqiao answered.

"If my guess is correct, the demon sword spirit then parasitized an even more powerful being, absorbing the host's blood and energy. In just a few years, it was not completely destroyed, but instead grew to a terrifying level."

Although Li Mubai didn't say anything, it can be seen from his constant nodding that he deeply agreed with Zhou Yiqiao's analysis.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man showed a teachable look.

"Yes, the demon sword spirit repeated two similar rounds of parasitism and escape, from the leader of the Jindan sect to the Yuanying stage cultivator."

"When I detected the existence of this monster, it had already parasitized a female cultivator who had transformed into a god."

"In order not to alert the enemy, I only cast a few surveillance spells on this female cultivator and did not engage in direct combat with her."

"Everything is temporarily under my control now. I came back this time just to ask you two what you think."

"Uncle Master, this demon sword spirit is so cunning and harmful. If it is not contained in time, it will probably cause even greater disasters."

Li Mubai looked a little solemn. Judging from his expression, he seemed to have thought of something bad.

"Indeed, every time it parasitizes, its strength increases greatly. If it is allowed to continue to develop, the consequences will be disastrous."

Zhou Yiqiao took over the conversation and nodded in agreement.

He paused and continued.

"Seeing how confident you are, you must have come up with a plan to restrain the demon sword spirit."

"I, the junior, would like to ask you to tell me how we can completely eradicate this scourge."

It’s the same old saying, Zhou Yiqiao is not like Li Mubai, who has a strong backer to support him. He can only feel at ease if he eliminates the magic sword spirit as soon as possible.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, gently put down the teacup, looked at Zhou Yiqiao, and said lightly.

"The female cultivator who was possessed by the magic sword spirit has now returned to the Netherworld Demon Realm. Although she has not yet entered the territory of the Netherworld Demon Sect, she is only three thousand miles away from your sect."

"Near Brother Zhou's sect!?"

Li Mubai looked at Zhou Yiqiao with surprise, but found that there was not much joy on Zhou Yiqiao's face.

He looked at his great-uncle master in surprise, and when he saw the latter shaking his head slightly, he realized that he had caused trouble.

Fortunately, Zhou Yiqiao himself did not have much affection for the Netherworld Demon Sect. He was silent for a moment and then replied with a smile.

"Yes, the Netherworld Demon Sect is Zhou's sect."

"If we want to go to the Netherworld Demon Realm to slay the Demon Sword Spirit, Zhou may be able to ask fellow disciples in the sect for help."

It must be admitted that during the years that Li Mubai followed Zhou Yiqiao in traveling around the world of immortals, his interpersonal skills have been significantly improved, and he has learned the most basic way of observing people's words and expressions.

Seeing that Zhou Yiqiao looked unhappy, he hurriedly smiled and tried to cover it up.

"It doesn't matter. Even without the help of others, our means alone are enough to destroy the demon sword spirit."

"No."

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"Mu Bai, you are still thinking too simply."

Li Mubai was stunned when he heard this, and then bowed to the middle-aged man.

"Please give me some advice, uncle."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, took a sip of the spiritual tea, and then spoke slowly.

"According to my speculations during this period, the ancient evil cultivator who forged the magic sword set the magic sword to be not only a container for the magic sword spirit, but also the only existence that can suppress the sword spirit."

"Therefore, if you want to completely destroy the sword spirit, you can either take the magic sword with you to the Netherworld Demon Realm and use the power of the magic sword to completely seal the sword spirit."

"Or, after capturing the sword spirit, send it back to the Sword Sect and use the magic sword's original power to suppress it."

Zhou Yiqiao heard the deep meaning in the middle-aged man's words and asked with some surprise.

"Senior, won't you go to the Netherworld Demon Realm with us?"

The middle-aged man nodded.

"Yes, I just came back in a hurry this time, and I still have some important matters to deal with."

Li Mubai became very anxious when he heard this.

"If it weren't for our great-grandmaster, how could we, the two juniors, spare the energy to deal with the sword spirit while controlling the sword?"

Both of them knew clearly that the second way mentioned by the middle-aged man was simply impossible to achieve.

The Demon Sword Spirit was able to escape capture several times, which showed that it was an extremely cunning and powerful being. Without the means of absolute suppression, it would be impossible for the two of them to complete the task alone.

The middle-aged man seemed to have anticipated their concerns, and a gentle smile flashed in his eyes.

"Although I cannot go with you, there is someone who can."

"Uncle Master, what do you mean by 'someone'?"

Li Mubai couldn't help but ask, with a hint of urgency in his tone.

The middle-aged man put the teacup back on the table, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes.

"Isn't your master in seclusion all the time?"

"I think he can get out this time."

"drunkard?"

Li Mubai almost blurted out, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"You mean the old guy who drinks all day?"

Zhou Yiqiao couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard this.

This was the first time he saw Li Mubai have such obvious malice towards someone.

In Zhou Yiqiao's impression, Li Mubai has always been polite. Except in hostile relationships, he always maintains respect and politeness no matter who he comes into contact with.

The middle-aged man did not seem to be angry at Li Mubai's rudeness. Instead, he smiled.

"Why? You have a problem with him?"

“That’s a big opinion!”

"After this old man accepted me as his apprentice, he spent all day hiding in the back mountain brewing wine and getting drunk. Not to mention teaching me advanced magic, he even gave me very little guidance on basic training."

"Every time I asked him a question, he either made excuses or told me to read books and figure it out on my own. It was not until you, my uncle-master, helped me that I could barely keep up with my practice."

There was some resentment in Li Mubai's tone, but more of it was helplessness towards his master's irresponsible behavior.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man curled up a meaningful smile, shook his head gently, and his eyes flashed with understanding and tolerance.

"Mu Bai, don't blame your master. It was my idea to accept you as my disciple."

"Your master may seem unruly, but he actually has his own thoughts. He has his own considerations for choosing to teach you in this way."

"But......"

Li Mubai wanted to argue, but an unclear voice suddenly came from a distance, with a hint of alcohol and unruly, interrupting his words.

"Hey, Li Mubai, you are always disrespectful to your elders. Every time I see you, I can hear you talking about me behind my back!"

As the sound got closer, a figure walked into the hut.

He looked about the same age as Li Mubai, but his face looked a little weathered, his eyes were dull, and he seemed to be always a little drunk.

At this moment, his clothes were in disarray, and there were even a few dry leaves hanging on his lapels. He was holding an almost empty wine gourd in his hand, and his steps were staggering. He did not look like a cultivator at all.

Zhou Yiqiao was surprised again. He had never thought that Li Mubai’s master would be so young.

You know, whether a cultivator looks young or not is often closely related to the speed of his cultivation and improvement in the first few realms.

This person's appearance is not much different from himself and Li Mubai, which at least proves that he was also an enviable child of destiny when he was young.

More importantly, the spiritual energy fluctuations on this person were almost zero, as if he was an ordinary person with no trace of cultivation at all, which made Zhou Yiqiao feel full of doubts and confusion.

"Uncle Master, my useless disciple is saying bad things about me in front of you again, right?"

The figure walked straight towards Li Mubai as soon as he entered the room, patted the latter's shoulder, looked at the middle-aged man and asked.