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

The next day, the morning light began to rise.

When Zhou Yiqiao stepped out of the courtyard gate, the rays of the morning sun shone on his face.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky. A golden sun rose slowly, illuminating the sky with red.

A gust of breeze blew across his face, making his clothes rustle.

"Huh... I haven't seen anything like this for a long time!"

Zhou Yiqiao chuckled lightly, his body flashed, and he took the avatar beside him and fled towards the main hall where the disciples of the Demon Sect were received that day.

After half a stick of incense, Zhou Yiqiao came to a magnificent palace.

After several months of repairs after the war, although the mountain gate of Netherworld Sect is still unable to be suspended, the buildings above it have restored their former majesty.

At this moment, in front of the palace, Zhenjun Xuanyun, Wu Ranchen, and many Nether Sect elders were already waiting here.

When Zhou Yiqiao flew closer, Wu Ranchen had already stepped forward.

"You're finally here."

"If it hadn't been for my uncle's order, I would have planned to invite you in person."

Wu Ranchen smiled broadly, looking at the man in white who had a gentle temperament but also vaguely revealed a bit of mystery, with a myriad of emotions between his brows.

Ever since the two had an argument about "the world of mortals" in Taoyuan Village, the mood between the two had become noticeably indifferent.

But no matter what, her feelings for Zhou Yiqiao cannot simply disappear.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Zhou Yiqiao smiled at Wu Ranchen and spoke first.

"I have been invited by Brother Wu to join the Nether Demon Sect. If you no longer want to be this saint, you can come to Yongzhou to find me at any time."

Hearing this, Wu Ranchen's eyes instantly became moist, but soon she regained her composure and replied with a slightly stiff tone.

"Haha, who told you that I don't want to be a saint?"

After saying this, Wu Ranchen's expression suddenly softened.

"Then you have to wait for me!"

Zhou Yiqiao smiled bitterly upon hearing this.

"It's not a separation of life and death. When I establish myself in Yongzhou, I might come back to see everyone."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a few words, and then Zhou Yiqiao turned his attention to the Nascent Soul Lords standing aside.

"I've met senior Xuanyun, and I've met the position elders!"

Zhou Yiqiao bowed slightly and saluted.

True Lord Xuanyun looked kind and waved his hand to show his displeasure.

"After you competed with Wu Ning, this is the first time we have met."

"Logically speaking, I should have declared you a draw that day, but after all, Wu Ning is from the Demon Sect, and it is hard for us to refute his face."

"I announced that Wu Ning won, are you ever dissatisfied?"

Zhou Yiqiao shook his head and said seriously.

"Brother Wu is indeed better than me. Senior Xuanyun did not make a mistake in his judgment. How can this junior be dissatisfied?"

Seeing that he did not show any resentment, True Lord Xuanyun nodded slightly.

"If you think so, I'll feel relieved."

"I heard from my junior brother that you and Wu Ning are already brothers. Are you planning to join our Netherworld Demon Sect?"

"Yes, after listening to what Brother Wu has learned about Yongzhou these days, and receiving his kind fists from Brother Wu, after careful consideration, I decided to rely on the big tree of the Demon Sect to continue on the road to immortality."

Zhou Yiqiao replied.

Hearing Zhou Yiqiao's admission, Zhenjun Xuanyun clearly had a smile on his face. If he had spent time together in private on weekdays, he would have been overjoyed.

"Okay, this is the best decision you can make."

"Since you have chosen to join my demon sect, I can make many things clear to you."

"The yellow book I gave you was a gift from my senior brother. Although it is just an ordinary notebook, if you encounter something that cannot be solved, you can go to Wuqing Prison to find him to help you."

"No Qinglao?"

Zhou Yiqiao frowned slightly.

"You are right. Wuqing Prison is the place where our Demon Sect uses to imprison those pseudo-monks. You will know the specific situation naturally after you find my senior brother."

Seeing that the other party did not want to say more about this, Zhou Yiqiao stopped asking too much. He just kept this information in his heart and then bowed solemnly.

"Thank you, senior Xuanyun. I will keep this in mind, junior."

When the two were talking, it was already past time. Wu Ning, dressed in black robes, hurried over with several Nascent Soul Lords.

After the group of people approached, Zhou Yiqiao saw that behind Zhenjun Xuanli was carrying a huge wooden box as high as a person.

The wooden box is square in shape, with gilded edges on all sides, and a simple and wild beast pattern painted on it, which is quite peculiar.

I think this thing is what True Lord Xuanyun handed over yesterday, and it is also the reason why the Huizhou Monster Clan deliberately bypassed the Chu Kingdom and attacked the Netherworld Sect.

Zhou Yiqiao didn't want to cause more trouble, so he took a quick glance and stopped paying attention.

As the leader of this trip, Wu Ning led a group of Demon Sect disciples and quickly came to Zhenjun Xuanyun.

"Uncle Xuanyun, this trip has been annoying, it's time for us to return to the sect."

Hearing this, True Lord Xuanyun shook his head repeatedly.

"If so, this trip is for our Netherworld Sect to ask for help from our sect, so why bother?"

"It's a long journey, so my nephew and fellow junior brothers and sisters will cherish the journey."

Immediately, she turned around and nodded to all the Demon Sect disciples, and gave way to the way.

At this moment, Zhou Yiqiao saw that the teleportation formation was already slightly lit.

With the drive of several elders, the teleportation formation suddenly rotated.

The power of space was rampant, and after a few breaths, a dark space corridor gradually appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Brother Zhou, don't be nervous. Uncle Xuanli will be with you when the time comes."

Wu Ning on the side seemed to have anticipated Zhou Yiqiao's fear and spoke to comfort him.

After saying this, he greeted everyone behind him and took the lead in stepping into the teleportation formation.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Yiqiao led Chu Tianxing and a group of people from the Netherworld Demon Sect and followed in.

In the space corridor, space power flows from the surrounding darkness toward the corridor from time to time.

But every time it was blocked by some inexplicable existence.

Because this was the first time he was exposed to the laws of space head-on, Zhou Yiqiao did not dare to do too many things that exceeded the rules.

The group of people immersed themselves in their journey, and after walking for about one stick of incense, Zhou Yiqiao felt that his eyes suddenly opened up, and a strong spiritual energy hit his face.

"arrive."

Wu Ning, the leader, reminded them, and everyone quickly walked out of the teleportation formation.

In front of him was a huge empty square.

The square is surrounded by nine stone pillars.

At this moment, apart from Wu Ning, there were eight strange figures standing behind him.

Each one exudes tyrannical pressure fluctuations, and they are all from the legendary realm of god transformation. There are even two old-faced seniors, whose pressure is no different from that of mortals, as if they have returned to the original state.

"Master, we have been waiting here for a long time."

When Zhou Yiqiao observed the two old men, he saw the other man quickly walking up to Wu Ning and saluting the latter respectfully.