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

The overwhelming murderous intent enveloped the entire mansion, instantly alarming He Yunxi and Chu Tianxing who were practicing.

The two rushed out of the room and saw Zhou Yiqiao and Wu Ranchen confronting each other. An invisible sense of oppression radiated from the two of them.

"Who are you!"

Although Chu Tianxing's strength was low, he was not afraid at all. He shouted sternly, wanting to take this opportunity to notify Headmaster Xie and all the teachers to come and help.

Wu Ranchen still had a slight smile on his lips, and his star-like eyes were still looking straight at Zhou Yiqiao without blinking, not caring about the hostility between Chu Tianxing and He Yunxi at all.

Zhou Yiqiao released his consciousness and saw that Chu Tianxing's shout only traveled five miles before being blocked by an invisible wall.

For the safety of his junior sister and disciple, he had no choice but to sigh and float down in front of them, blocking Wu Ranchen's sight, and then asked aloud.

"what you up to?"

"If you are sleeping in the open air, Dean Zhou cannot invite me to sit in the house so that I can talk to you in detail all night long..."

The smile hanging at the corner of Wu Ranchen's mouth widened even more, and his eyes were even more seductive.

She walked slowly, approaching Zhou Yiqiao step by step.

The distance between the two of them was less than two feet.

"Witch!"

He Yunxi saw Wu Ranchen's behavior and hurriedly scolded him.

"snort!"

Wu Ranchen snorted, flicked her wrist, and a black dagger fell into her palm. Then she rushed forward like lightning, crossing Zhou Yi Bridge in an instant and arriving in front of He Yunxi.

Zhou Yiqiao watched the black dagger quickly attack He Yunxi, a flash of displeasure flashed between his brows.

He blocked it, grabbed Wu Ranchen's wrist as tender as white jade, and said with a smile.

"Junior sister is shallow-minded and did not recognize the identity of the saint. She contradicted you. As a senior brother, I am here to apologize to the saint."

"Since the saint wants to come into the house to talk in detail, then please do so."

Wu Ranchen shook Zhou Yiqiao away, turned around and walked into the room pointed by Zhou Yiqiao without saying anything else.

"You should each go back to your house to practice. Just leave this girl to me."

"Remember, no matter what happens, you don't care."

After Zhou Yiqiao watched Wu Ranchen enter, he turned around and gave the two of them a few words before following in Wu Ranchen's footsteps.

As soon as they entered the house, Wu Ranchen waved his hand violently, and a cloud of black mist quickly hit Zhou Yiqiao.

A flash of light flashed in Zhou Yiqiao's eyes, he twisted his body to avoid Wu Ranchen's attack, and at the same time struck out with a palm.

A huge palm print made of spiritual power fell hard on the black mist, followed by a loud explosion.

Wu Ranchen's palm print was shattered, but the black mist disappeared and turned into a giant python, biting Zhou Yiqiao fiercely.

Zhou Yiqiao swayed and dodged the black python's attack. Then his right hand turned into a claw and grabbed the black python, preventing it from moving.

He shook his left hand, gathered his spiritual power, and suddenly hit the snake's head. The giant snake let out a wailing sound, and it turned into spiritual power that filled the sky and disappeared.

After some testing, the two stopped.

Wu Ranchen looked at Zhou Yiqiao with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Dean Zhou is really strong."

Zhou Yiqiao's eyes flashed with a sharp look, and then he snorted coldly.

"The Witch Saint has such a bad temper. She tests my bottom line again and again. She really doesn't take Phoenix Pavilion seriously!"

When Wu Ranchen heard this, he made a scared expression, lightly covered his red lips, and said with a smile.

"I am of low strength, so I don't dare to do it."

After this fight, the two had a preliminary understanding of each other's strength. They knew that they could not kill each other in a short time, so they simply lost their intention to fight.

Wu Ranchen calmed down the cynicism on his face, found the only intact bed in the house, and sat on it without shying away from male and female precautions.

"Whenever the leader of our Netherworld Sect takes office, we will select ten outstanding people from among thousands of female disciples and grant them the title of quasi-saintess."

"These ten quasi-saints will need to use various means to annihilate the remaining nine competitors in the following time in order to obtain the status of saints of the Netherworld Sect."

Zhou Yiqiao lifted up the overturned table and chairs in the room, sat on the chair, took out a tea set and drank slowly, waiting for Wu Ranchen's next words.

Seeing this, Wu Ranchen's eyes became playful again. With a move of his hand, he took the tea cup held by Zhou Yiqiao into his hand, took a sip, and then continued slowly.

"Whether the Netherworld Sect is good or evil, the only requirement for the selection of a saint is a fifty-year period. If the time limit is the same and there is still no winner, the sect leader will choose ten new disciples."

"As for those who have not yet decided the winner, they will naturally not escape the fate of death."

"I have been fighting with the other nine saints for decades, and managed to kill eight of them. However, I made a mistake and let the last saint escape."

"There are so many people there, I have tried many methods to find them, but I couldn't find them. Seeing that the deadline was approaching, I was already desperate, but I never thought that that person's soul card would suddenly shatter..."

"Dean Zhou must have already guessed the name of the last saint."

Zhou Yiqiao brewed another cup of spiritual tea, looked at the steam on the tea cup, and continued.

"Then Nan Ningxue is so weak, how can she still become a quasi-saintess of Netherworld Sect?"

After saying that, he suddenly realized and asked himself the question.

"The leader of the Netherworld Sect probably wants to cultivate internal support within the Chu Kingdom through the Gusu Nan Family."

When Wu Ranchen heard the words, he didn't answer directly. He drank all the tea in the cup. Then he looked straight at Zhou Yiqiao with his starry eyes. He didn't continue until Zhou Yiqiao filled the cup for him.

"I am here to thank Dean Zhou for helping me kill Nan Ningxue and help me ascend to the position of saintess."

Zhou Yiqiao raised his eyebrows and did not acknowledge this dispensable contribution.

"The saint came here tonight just to talk about these unnecessary nonsense, please go back over there."

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to see off the guests.

Wu Ranchen stepped forward with a smile, hugged Zhou Yiqiao's shoulders affectionately, and spoke in a soft voice as the two soft masses came into close contact with Zhou Yiqiao.

"Since I and Dean Zhou have already cooperated once unintentionally, we might as well cooperate again."

"Dean Zhou has given all the forces in New Zhengzhou a way to survive. I am willing to hand over the sect's secret method and the Yin and Yang Sutra of Girls to Dean Zhou."

After Wu Ranchen said this, a rich fragrance emanated from his body.

Zhou Yiqiao realized that something was wrong, but it was too late. Two scorching spiritual energy penetrated Zhou Yiqiao's back into his body, and a hot feeling spread throughout his body.

Zhou Yiqiao felt that his whole body was unbearably hot, and he secretly thought that something was wrong. He wanted to attack Wu Ranchen, but he saw a body with uneven texture appeared in his sight...