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

The Netherworld Sect's teleportation formation is still in that magnificent palace.

If Fei had important matters, few monks from the Nether Demon Sect would come to Yanzhou, so when Zhou Yiqiao first appeared in the hall, he immediately attracted the attention of the palace guards.

"Stop! Who are you? How dare you break into the Netherworld Sect's forbidden area!?"

Several guards from the foundation-building realm surrounded Zhou Yiqiao and asked fiercely.

Zhou Yiqiao raised his eyebrows and sounded surprised.

"You are guarding this place, but you don't know the function of this formation?"

When the guards heard this, they glared angrily, and the leader even shouted at Zhou Yiqiao.

"The sect master has an order, and we will guard here. Do you think everyone is as ignorant of the rules as you?!"

Hearing the other party's roar, Zhou Yiqiao also lost interest in continuing to tease.

The coercion belonging to the Nascent Soul Lord spread out instantly, covering several guards in an instant.

The next moment, the legs of the Netherworld Guards at the Foundation Establishment Realm softened, and they all fell to the ground, covered in cold sweat, with panic on their faces.

"Yuan... Nascent Soul True Lord! Senior, spare your life!"

"This junior is ignorant of the truth and bumped into senior Zhenjun. Please forgive me!"

Zhou Yiqiao looked calm and said calmly.

"Don't worry, I don't mean any harm."

"Take me to see your sect leader, Zhenjun Xuanyun. I have something important to discuss."

When the guards heard this, they hesitated for a while and spoke to Zhou Yiqiao cautiously.

"Reporting to senior, the sect master went out a few years ago and has not returned yet."

"Then take me to find your saint, Wu Ranchen."

The guards were still hesitant.

"Senior, Her Royal Highness the Saint also went out with the sect leader. Now the great elder is in charge of the sect."

Zhou Yiqiao held his forehead, nodded helplessly, and gave instructions.

"lead the way!"

After a while, Zhou Yiqiao was led by a guard to the great elder's palace.

Pushing open the palace door, an old man in white with a haggard figure and an old appearance was reclining on an imperial chair, holding a purple clay pot in his hand, leisurely drinking the fragrant spiritual tea.

Seeing Zhou Yiqiao come in, the old man in white was happy. He quickly put down the purple clay pot, appeared next to Zhou Yiqiao, grabbed his arm, and looked at him in surprise.

"When I heard the disciple's report, I thought it was the disciple from the Demon Sect who came to do something, but I didn't expect it was little friend Yiqiao!"

"I haven't seen you for many years, but my friend Yiqiao has already reached the level of Nascent Soul. He is truly a genius!"

"The sect leader's decision to recommend you to go to the Demon Sect was indeed right!"

Although Zhou Yiqiao did not know the name of the old man in front of him, he remembered that this man often followed Zhenjun Xuanyun back then, and he did not doubt his identity.

He smiled and arched his hands towards the old man.

"Junior has met the great elder!"

The old man chuckled and waved his hands.

"No need to be polite, please take a seat!"

After inviting Zhou Yiqiao to sit down at the table, the old man brewed two cups of hot spiritual tea himself and brought them to Zhou Yiqiao.

"Young friends leaning on the bridge have been tired from a long journey. Please try the spiritual tea that I have collected."

"Thank you, Great Elder, for your kindness. This junior is really flattered."

Zhou Yiqiao thanked him, picked up the spirit tea and took a sip.

"The fragrance lingers on the lips and teeth, the aftertaste is endless, and the spiritual power in the Dantian is constantly being drawn. It is really a good tea!"

"Haha, that's natural."

The old man stroked his beard and laughed.

"I spent a lot of spiritual stones to get this from the auction. It is made from a 5,000-year-old Ganoderma lucidum plant. Even Nascent Soul cultivators like us can benefit from it."

The two of them drank tea and talked about it for a while. It wasn't until they had finished drinking the pot of good spiritual tea that the conversation got down to business.

"I heard from the guards of the sect that Senior Xuanyun and Her Royal Highness the Saint went out together a few years ago and have not returned yet. Is there something important?"

The Great Elder pondered for a moment, considered his words, and spoke slowly.

"Alas, let's not hide this fact, the sect leader..."

After listening to the great elder's narration for nearly half an hour, Zhou Yiqiao gradually understood the whole story.

It turns out that True Lord Xuanyun, as early as three years ago, left Yanzhou with the Saint and went to a secret realm.

That secret realm is called the Eternal Abyss.

It is said that it was an ancient Nascent Soul monk who left the secret realm he transformed into when he failed in his attempt to transform into a god and was about to perish.

I don’t know who made the rumor that this senior kept a complete Nascent Soul elixir recipe in the secret realm, as well as many precious heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

Although Zhenjun Xuanyun was skeptical about the content of the rumors, he still took Wu Ranchen, who was second only to her in strength in the sect, to the secret realm with an attitude of preferring to believe it or not.

After all, if we can really obtain this Yuanying Pill recipe from the secret realm, the Netherworld Sect can completely get rid of the constraints of the Demon Sect, cultivate a large number of Yuanying monks, and unify Yanzhou!

"Now that the sect master and Her Royal Highness the Saint have not sent back any news, the sect's senior officials are already worried. They only hope that they can be safe and sound."

The great elder shook his head and let out a long sigh. Then he remembered Zhou Yiqiao was beside him and said with a wry smile.

"People tend to chatter when they get older. I hope my little friend won't find it objectionable."

"No, no, the great elder is joking. The great elder is energetic, but he is old."

Zhou Yiqiao replied with a faint smile and then said.

"To be honest, I came to Yanzhou on this trip because I have important matters to attend to. Since the sect master and Her Royal Highness the Saint are not in the sect, I will take my leave first."

Zhou Yiqiao bowed his hands and bid farewell to the great elder. Seeing this, the great elder quickly stood up and prepared to see Zhou Yiqiao off.

"In this case, I don't want to keep you too much!"

"You must be aware of the situation in Yanzhou now, so please be careful."

Zhou Yiqiao nodded.

"Thank you, Great Elder, for reminding me. I will pay attention to it."

After saying that, Zhou Yiqiao didn't waste any time. After turning around and walking out of the room, he used the Cloud Stepping Chaser and fled towards the direction provided by Hu Changzai.

After traveling over mountains and ridges for several months without stopping, Zhou Yiqiao had a rough understanding of the tragedy in Yanzhou today.

The Luo clan of the Chu Kingdom has been fighting for power with each other, and the monks of the Chu Kingdom on the Yanzhuang Front have become abandoned sons.

The demon clan took the opportunity to counterattack and entered Yanzhou. Today, the southern part of Yanzhou is already a demon country, and the few human forces have become the servants and slaves of the demon clan.

Unless someone can break through the shackles of Yanzhou and break through to become a god, there is no way to stop the Huozhou Monster Clan from invading the human territory.

Of course, all this has nothing to do with Zhou Yiqiao. The purpose of his trip is clear, just for the Poria grass of the Jindan Song family.

Hurrying to the residence of the Song family, Zhou Yiqiao dressed up in disguise and used a breath-condensing technique that he had not used for many years. After completely transforming his Qi into a foundation-building monk, he swaggered into the main residence of the Song family. city.