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

After receiving Pei Yu's affirmative reply, Zhou Yiqiao immediately became excited.

But he was not happy for long before a basin of cold water was poured on him.

"Refining formations is different from simply refining magic weapons. It not only tests the formation master's recognition and integration of various types of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, but also tests the school formation master's accomplishments in formation formation."

"Although I am confident enough, I still need the cooperation of several familiar people. Otherwise, it will be difficult for me to successfully refine it alone."

Zhou Yiqiao frowned and looked at Pei Yu in confusion.

"Senior, you might as well say it clearly."

Pei Yu looked at him, coughed slightly, and said seriously.

"The refining of a high-level formation often requires the cooperation of several formation masters."

"Your Sword, Wind and Thunder Formation has seventy-two formation flags. Only by refining them together can the integrity and unity of the formation be guaranteed."

"With my current ability, I can refine twenty-four formation flags for you at one time. Any more will be a bit reluctant."

"So I plan to invite a few formations to come over and study them together for a while before refining them together."

"Of course it's expensive, and I can't help you for free."

Zhou Yiqiao finally understood what Pei Yu meant. The other party said so many words just because he wanted him to provide more compensation.

For him, spiritual stones and spiritual materials are not as good as real-time combat power. As long as Pei Yu can refine this formation as soon as possible, what's the harm if he has a little more blood?

"As long as the senior can give the junior a clear deadline, it won't be a problem for the junior to spend more spiritual stones."

Hearing his words, Pei Yu nodded with satisfaction, and then stretched out three fingers.

"Three years, three years from now, I will send this formation to you."

Zhou Yiqiao was stunned when he heard this and said in confusion.

"Senior, these three years are too long."

Although he doesn't have much research on formations, he has dabbled in them at least.

A fourth-level formation like Sword, Wind and Thunder Formation should not require so much time for a fifth-level formation mage like Pei Yu.

Pei Yu waved his hand.

"Three years is naturally more than enough time to refine an ordinary fourth-level formation, but your formation is different."

"These seventy-two formation flags are the spiritual power nodes when setting up the sword, wind and thunder formation. They also serve as seventy-two long flying swords to use against the enemy."

"Many details in this need to be dealt with carefully. If there is a slight mistake, all previous efforts may be wasted, so it takes time to hone it."

Pei Yu spoke frankly. As a layman, Zhou Yiqiao could not refute the key points, so he had to lower his head and ponder for a while, then nodded in agreement with Pei Yu's words.

"In this case, I hope the seniors can start refining it as soon as possible. The juniors still need this treasure for protection."

Pei Yu's face lit up with joy after seeing him agree.

"That's natural. I can do it right away."

The two discussed for a long time, and finally settled on the transaction at the price of two hundred high-grade spiritual stones for each of the three formation masters.

After negotiating the terms of exchange, Zhou Yiqiao stood up to say goodbye and hurried back to Wangu Mountain with Jiang Yunfei.

Under the teasing eyes of Fourth Senior Brother Shen Kuo, Zhou Yiqiao placed Jiang Yunfei in the sword-washing pool, and then hurriedly left Wangu Mountain and sped towards Tianmo City where the Wu family was located.

Regardless of whether he agreed to Xiahou Zhan and Mo Hetong's invitation to participate in the massacre feast, it was still a fact that he had released several people because of seclusion.

Although they will definitely not hold grudges, Zhou Yiqiao does not want to owe them any favors because of this matter.

So now that I have some free time, I plan to take this opportunity to go to Tianmo City in person to apologize to the three of them.

After all, the three Wu Nings are direct descendants of the three major aristocratic families, and the network of relationships involved in each of them is huge.

If because of this dispensable thing, he could leave a clue for possible falling out in the future, that would be absolutely stupid behavior.

However, although his speed was fast, the distance was still too far. He ran all the way and spent several days before he could reach the outskirts of the Demonic City.

After taking the teleportation formation all the way to the Wu family's residence, and reporting to the nursing home, within a quarter of an hour, Wu Ning's voice was heard coming from inside.

"Isn't this Zhou Yiqiao, the direct disciple of Wangu Mountain? What kind of wind brought you here?"

Following this hearty laughter, Wu Ning walked out of the mansion, looking enthusiastic.

Zhou Yiqiao bowed his hand towards Wu Ning and went straight to the point.

"Zhou was in seclusion and forgot about the massacre feast invited by Brother Mo and Xiahou. I came here specifically to apologize. I also hope that Brother Wu can introduce someone to Zhou to express his feelings."

Hearing his words, Wu Ning smiled bitterly.

"So you don't know yet."

Zhou Yiqiao raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What happened?"

Wu Ning sighed.

"Because you are in seclusion, Mo Hetong and Xia Houzhan found a senior brother who is at the peak of the Golden Core to go to the secret realm to participate in the massacre feast."

"But for some reason, the monsters rioted where they landed. The three of them joined forces and killed many monsters, but they were attacked by a Nascent Soul realm monster king."

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Although to him, a demon king in the Nascent Soul realm was not an insurmountable mountain, but it could be said to be a fatal threat to Mo Hetong and Xia Houzhan whom he had met.

"Have Brother Mo and Brother Xiahou suffered any accidents?"

He looked anxious and asked immediately.

No wonder he was so panicked.

If the two of them were able to return to the Nether Demon Sect safely, and they would feel jealous of Zhou Yiqiao, they could exaggerate the matter and cause him a lot of trouble.

When Wu Ning heard this, the look in his eyes darkened.

"Brother Xiahou was lucky enough to survive because he had a treasure given by his grandfather. Brother Mo was exhausted and seriously injured and disappeared into the secret realm. He should be in danger."

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, a solemn look flashed across his face.

If these two people died together in the secret realm, he could secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

But Xiahou Zhan escaped from the secret realm alive, and he had to start planning for the worst possibility.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yiqiao made a tentative voice.

"In this case, has Brother Xiahou ever recovered?"

"Brother Mo and Brother Xiahou have suffered so much, and Zhou also bears a certain responsibility. Can you let me meet Brother Xiahou and express my apology?"

When Wu Ning heard this, he looked hesitant on his face, as if he was worried about something.

Zhou Yiqiao noticed something unusual about him and became even more vigilant.

Just when he was about to persuade again, Wu Ning suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and said seriously.

"Brother Xiahou is unconscious now. Even if Brother Zhou goes, he won't be able to see him in person."