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

Seeing Zhou Yiqiao's ugly face, Wu Zuirong immediately spoke out to comfort him.

"It's true that I wanted to survive and use it, but the ice crystal is indeed a priceless treasure."

"In our Central Continent, even if the patriarchs of the aristocratic families want to obtain this thing for the genius of their clan, it is difficult to find it."

"Your external incarnation is now blessed by ice crystals. When you become a god, if you choose the method of heavenly infusion, the chance of birthing the second magical power of frost attribute will be greatly increased!"

After hearing Wu Zuirong's explanation, Zhou Yiqiao's anger eased, but his face was still extremely ugly.

"You Wu Zuirong are not only the eldest daughter of the Wu family, but also the young master of the Xianxin Building of the Zhongzhou Saint Sect."

"Even if you say black things are white now, I can only believe it. It's not convincing at all."

"If you want me to suffer this embarrassing loss, you must show your sincerity now."

Zhou Yiqiao acted like this because he was betting that Wu Zuirong had no other preparation besides himself.

He is now the direct disciple of Elder Baigu of Ten Thousand Bones Mountain. Even if the deal with Wu Zuirong fails, he still has many means to obtain the Nascent Soul Pill formula.

Sure enough, after Wu Zuirong was silent for nearly a stick of incense, he took out a silver-white mask from the storage magic weapon on his wrist.

This mask is exquisitely and luxuriously made, with several dazzling crystals inlaid on it, making it evil and luxurious.

"This object is called Huanmengyan, and it is an extremely rare and high-grade spiritual treasure!"

"This treasure has the effect of masking spiritual consciousness and changing one's own breath. Even a monk with a level higher than his own will find it extremely difficult to detect anything strange."

Zhou Yiqiao was overjoyed when he heard this and quickly took the spiritual treasure named "Huanmengyan" from Wu Zuirong.

As Zhou Yiqiao's cultivation continues to grow, low-level illusions such as Breath Condensation Technique have long lost their original powerful effect.

It was not that Zhou Yiqiao had not searched for advanced techniques that could replace the breath-holding technique.

But this kind of secret book that allows monks to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers and keep a low profile is itself rare, and monks who are lucky enough to get this treasure cannot easily reveal it to others.

Therefore, Zhou Yiqiao has always coveted this kind of superior secret technique or magic weapon that can hide his own cultivation.

Now that he heard that Wu Zuirong actually took out treasures such as Huan Mengyan, Zhou Yiqiao was naturally a little upset.

"How about it, Mr. Zhou, is my apology sincere enough?"

Wu Zuirong asked with a smile.

Zhou Yiqiao calmly put Huanmeng Yan into his storage bag, and most of the anger on his face had dissipated.

"Miss Wu is worthy of being the future head of the Central Continent Holy Sect, and she is indeed generous in her actions."

"Since Miss Wu is so sincere, and Zhou is not a greedy person, I would like to ask Miss Wu to choose a time. After Zhou has made arrangements for returning to the mountain, he will go with you."

When Wu Zuirong heard Zhou Yiqiao's words, the smile on his face instantly became bright.

"Young Master Zhou is so happy!"

"Since that secret realm was destroyed by the puppet, the spiritual power inside has become somewhat uncontrollable. Of course, what I mean is that the sooner the better."

"If Mr. Zhou has no objection, how about we set the date three days later?"

Three days later?

Hearing Wu Zuirong's suggestion, Zhou Yiqiao frowned, his eyes flashing with hesitation.

He originally thought that Wu Zuirong would have enough time to help the three Thunder Spiders advance, but he didn't expect that the woman in front of him was so anxious about this journey of exploring the secret realm.

"Why, does Mr. Zhou have any other concerns?"

Seeing Zhou Yiqiao's delay in replying, Wu Zuirong couldn't help but ask.

Zhou Yiqiao regained consciousness and smiled, shaking his head.

"No objection, then I will return to Wangu Mountain first, and come to Chunshui Tower to meet Miss Wu in three days."

"Farewell."

After the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves, Zhou Yiqiao suspended his plan to help the Thunder Spider advance and hurriedly returned to the Sword Washing Pond.

As soon as he opened the restriction, he saw his fourth senior brother Shen Kuo walking out of the Shenjian Tower following Qijian.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Zhou Yiqiao said in surprise.

"Junior brother, you came back just in time!"

When Shen Kuo heard the sound, his eyes lit up, and he immediately came to Zhou Yiqiao with a bulging storage bag in his hand.

"Did you forget that you remanded 300,000 spirit stones in Bohai Tower? Shen Jiuqian saw that you hadn't gone to get them, so he asked me to bring them to you."

Zhou Yiqiao suddenly realized that he took the storage bag and hung it on his waist without checking it carefully.

"Well, since the spirit stone has been delivered, senior brother, I won't disturb my little junior brother's practice."

Shen Kuo nodded upon seeing this and was about to leave, but was stopped again by Zhou Yiqiao.

"Senior Brother, since you happen to be here, Junior Brother needs to ask for your help."

"Oh, junior brother, do you have any other instructions?"

Shen Kuo turned around after hearing this.

After Zhou Yiqiao informed Shen Kuo of all the transactions between himself and Wu Zuirong, he requested.

"Junior brother will meet Miss Wu in three days. I'm afraid I won't have time to say goodbye to Master and the brothers. If Master asks, please explain to me."

"Don't worry, junior brother, just go and I'll take care of the master."

Shen Kuo patted his chest and assured.

Zhou Yiqiao smiled gratefully, then bowed his hands to Shen Kuo and personally sent him away from the sword-washing pool.

......

Three days later.

Chunshui Building, elegant room.

Zhou Yiqiao and Wu Zuirong sat on each side with smiles on their faces.

Two jars of fine wine and several spiritual fruits were placed in front of the two of them. The dishes on the table were extremely exquisite and looked tempting.

With important matters at hand, Zhou Yiqiao and Wu Zuirong did not exchange glasses for each other. After just a few drinks, they talked about business.

Wu Zuirong glanced at Chu Tianxing standing at the door, then looked away, took out a map, and pushed it in front of Zhou Yiqiao.

"The secret realm I discovered is in the southwest corner of the southern border of Yongzhou."

"Southern Xinjiang is a recognized dangerous area for Yongzhou monks. It is said that in ancient times, a poisonous cultivator once arranged a giant formation covering the entire southern Xinjiang in order to overcome the disaster and become an immortal."

"Even though he was fully prepared, he still failed to overcome the catastrophe, his soul was destroyed, and the spiritual power that collapsed in the powerful body also turned the entire southern border into a poisonous miasma."

"Although the southwest corner is the place with the weakest poisonous gas in the entire southern Xinjiang, there is no need to worry too much."

"But after the secret realm is destroyed by the puppet, the internal environment may have been affected by the poisonous miasma, so you must be mentally prepared."

After hearing Wu Zuirong's words, Zhou Yiqiao raised his eyebrows and his expression became solemn.

He had heard about the dangers of the poisonous miasma in southern Xinjiang, and he secretly hated himself for being so petty, because Huan Mengyan didn't ask for the details three days ago.

I was secretly glad that I had prepared well enough in the past three days.

"Don't worry, Miss Wu, Zhou will do his best"