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

"Ding!"

Just when the fat Taoist priest's blade was about to hit their shoulders, a long purple bamboo sword suddenly flew from the sky.

I saw that the long sword lightly blocked the fat Taoist priest's blade, preventing the dazzling sword light from entering even an inch.

"Ok?"

The fat Taoist priest raised his eyebrows when he saw someone daring to interfere in his own business.

Looking towards the source of the sword, he saw a man and woman with heavenly appearance standing there, looking at him coldly.

These two people were Zhou Yiqiao and Wu Ranchen who were passing by here!

"You brat, I advise you to mind your own business and get out of here!"

The fat Taoist priest roared angrily and condensed a dim spiritual light in his hand, intending to shoot towards the two men.

However, before he could take action, he felt the powerful spiritual pressure of the two people opposite him lock onto him.

The fat Taoist priest was frightened. He channeled his spiritual power to his eyes, but found that he could not clearly see the cultivation level of the two people in front of him. He was immediately shocked.

"You, what exactly are you going to do?"

The fat Taoist priest's tone was trembling, and he seemed a little panicked.

"hehe......"

Before Zhou Yiqiao could continue to take action, Wu Ranchen smiled slightly, raised his right hand, waved it lightly in front of him, and immediately sent out a strong wind.

The strong wind swept by, making the fat Taoist priest's robes make a hunting sound, but the fat Taoist priest himself staggered backwards as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, vomiting blood at the mouth, and fell to the ground.

"Who are you two?!"

The fat Taoist priest struggled to get up, but saw Zhou Yiqiao hook his fingers, and the fixed purple bamboo sword floating in the air came to him in the blink of an eye and pressed against his throat.

"The elders of the Phoenix Pavilion and the saints of the Netherworld Sect, what advice do you have for the two of us?"

Zhou Yiqiao looked at the fat Taoist on the ground with a smile, as if the sword threatening his life was not controlled by him.

When the fat Taoist heard this, he felt like he was struck by lightning, and his fat face showed an expression of extreme disbelief.

"Impossible, how could the elders of Phoenix Pavilion and the Saint of Netherworld Sect care about such nonsense?!"

His eyes widened, not wanting to admit it at all.

But Zhou Yiqiao didn't bother to talk nonsense to him. He flipped his wrist and a bright white light erupted from the long sword, heading straight for the fat Taoist's throat.

Sensing the approaching danger, the fat Taoist priest quickly used the falling swords beside him to block.

The pair of swords were nothing more than top-quality spiritual weapons. With a heart-breaking sound, they were cut in half by the fixed purple bamboo sword.

The fat Taoist priest failed to dodge in time and was hit by the aftermath of the sword energy. His bones were broken, blood spurted from his mouth, and he fell to the ground unconscious.

After killing the fat Taoist with one move, Zhou Yiqiao took a deep breath and slowly lowered his right hand.

If the other party had an extraordinary identity, Zhou Yiqiao would definitely not know the other party's life immediately.

But since he is a helpless casual cultivator, he will naturally not leave any hidden dangers for himself.

"It's a pity that a golden elixir soul was lost in public."

Zhou Yiqiao felt sorry for himself, and then walked to the two Phoenix Pavilion monks.

"Master Xie, why do you end up in a place like this and team up with casual cultivators to hunt monsters?"

Among the two monks threatened by the fat Taoist priest, there was the headmaster of Phoenix Academy, Xie Bao!

Xie Bao woke up from the shock when he heard Zhou Yiqiao approaching.

Until this moment, he could not be sure that the person in front of him was really the dean of Phoenix Academy, Zhou Yiqiao!

"Dean Zhou!"

"Dean Zhou, you are finally back. Where have you been all these years? We are almost worried about you!"

Xie Bao was so excited that he pulled Zhou Yiqiao to start complaining.

"Cough cough cough..."

Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently, and bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Xie Bao vomiting blood, Zhou Yiqiao took out a healing elixir and put it into the other party's mouth.

"Come back with me first, and we won't talk until the injury recovers."

Xie Bao nodded quickly when he heard this, let Zhou Yiqiao support him, and left this place of right and wrong.

Xie Bao and another Phoenix Pavilion monk saw Zhou Yiqiao leading them to the Netherworld Sect's residence. Although they were confused, they still knew what was interesting and did not speak.

After several people entered a certain camp together, Zhou Yiqiao generated a spiritual power to help Xie Bao absorb the healing elixir in his body.

After half a stick of incense, the elixir melts and flows throughout the meridians of the body.

Xie Bao's originally depressed aura finally became calmer.

"Thank you, Dean Zhou, for coming to the rescue!"

Xie Bao stood up to thank him, but felt an invisible force lifting him up.

"There is no harm in the friendship of the same family."

"Let me ask you, where are Junior Sister He and Chu Tianxing now?"

Zhou Yiqiao sat back on the main seat and asked in a deep voice.

When Chu Tianxing was mentioned, Xie Bao's face darkened. After being silent for a long time, he sighed and lowered his head.

"That kid Tian Xing is dead."

"what?!"

Upon hearing the news, even Zhou Yiqiao, who had already had many guesses, couldn't help but frown.

"What on earth is going on!?"

Xie Bao sighed.

"Three months ago, while participating in the task of investigating the wolves, he accidentally disturbed a demon clan in the Golden Core realm. He was attacked by the opponent. Although he was lucky enough to return to the clan, he was already dead."

Zhou Yiqiao didn't believe it.

"Are you sure you saw Chu Tianxing's body?"

No wonder she was like this. Chu Tianxing had his own spiritual mark on his body. If the other party died, he should be able to sense it.

Although he was surprised, in Xie Bao's eyes, he thought it was because he did not dare to accept the reality, so he explained.

"Tian Xing is, after all, a wood-attributed Heavenly Spiritual Root cultivator. The sect did not cremate him, but sealed him and sank into the Yin Soul Pond."

Zhou Yiqiao closed his eyes and thought for a long time, exhaled a heavy breath and murmured.

"I see."

"Ugh."

Seeing Zhou Yiqiao's appearance, Xie Bao couldn't help but sigh again and continued to speak.

"After Tianxing's death, Miss He's temperament changed drastically. She went alone to seek revenge on the demon clan. Her whereabouts are still unknown."

"Junior Sister He is a smart person. I have made no mistakes in taking care of the elixirs over the years. I believe she will be fine."

Zhou Yiqiao also didn't sense any changes in He Yunxi's brand, so he spoke.

"I hope so."

Xie Bao sighed and looked at Zhou Yiqiao as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Dean, I still have tasks assigned by the sect. Now that I have obtained the demon pill, I must return to the sect as soon as possible and hand in the tasks."

"Well, take care of yourself, I won't keep you any longer."

Zhou Yiqiao waved his hand, then took out a bottle of elixir from his storage bag and threw it to Xie Bao.

"This is a Chaoyuan Pill, I promised you back then."

"Thank you, Dean."

Xie Bao's face showed joy and he quickly cupped his hands.

“The dean’s great kindness will never be forgotten by Mr. Xie!”