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

Hearing the servant's call, Zhou Yiqiao realized that he had been in the moonstone space for seven full days.

He quickly put the violet flowers into his storage bag, and then quickly removed all the restrictions and formations in the room. After returning to their original state, he opened the door with a smile and nodded towards the servant.

"Good work."

"Where are you talking about?"

The servant bowed respectfully.

"Senior Zhou is a distinguished guest of my young master. It is natural for me to do this."

"Please come with me. This trading conference is unprecedentedly grand. The young master is hosting a banquet in the Changsheng Pavilion on Qianyun Island to entertain all seniors. I will take senior Zhou there."

Zhou Yiqiao didn't hesitate and nodded in agreement again.

"Okay! You can lead the way from the front."

The servant agreed and immediately walked ahead to lead the way. The two quickly left Ji Fengyue's dazzling palace and entered the crowded market of Qianyun Island.

Perhaps the trading conference held by Ji Fengyue this time was really as huge as he said. Today's Qianyun Island is even busier than when Zhou Yiqiao arrived seven days ago.

Even though Zhou Yiqiao is a Nascent Soul cultivator, he still feels a little powerless on Qianyun Island where it is a convention not to use spiritual power.

Fortunately, the servant there is a shrewd person.

After taking Zhou Yiqiao through the maze-like Qianyun Island for a long time, he found the location of the Qianyun Island Changsheng Pavilion.

Changsheng Pavilion is located on the west side of Qianyun Island, only about ten miles away from the central peak where Qianyun Old Road is located.

But even with the distance of more than ten miles, the two of them just walked through a cup of tea and came to the door of Changsheng Pavilion in a winding way.

"Senior Zhou, Mr. Ji is waiting inside to entertain all the guests."

"Youngster has a low status and is not qualified to enter. The rest of the way is up to you, Senior Zhou."

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao looked in the direction pointed by the servant's finger, taking in a panoramic view of the vague scene in the Changsheng Pavilion.

I saw nearly a hundred male and female monks of various ages sitting in the Changsheng Pavilion, including several high-level monks at the peak of Nascent Soul.

Zhou Yiqiao glanced around and found that there was no trace of Ji Fengyue among these monks.

He frowned.

"Where is your young master?"

Upon hearing this, the servant carefully raised his head to look inside the Changsheng Pavilion, then quickly lowered his head and answered softly.

"It should be a distinguished guest from Qianyun Island, Mr. Ji went to greet him personally."

Zhou Yiqiao nodded, accepting this person's explanation. After thanking him, he quickly walked into the Changsheng Pavilion.

As soon as they entered Changsheng Pavilion, there was a fierce quarrel.

Zhou Yiqiao paused and followed the sound.

I saw two groups of people fighting in the main hall of Changsheng Pavilion with red faces.

This group of people were uniformly dressed, all wearing blue robes. The leader was a thin old man with white beard and hair, but his cloudy eyes were extremely sharp, as if he could see everything.

Another group of people were several monks dressed in different styles, surrounding a handsome man in a blue shirt, who were outnumbered and at war with each other.

It is worth mentioning that the man in green shirt stood among the crowd with a gentle smile on his face, which seemed unusually awkward in this noisy environment.

"Wu Jiankui, this Feixian Sect is bullying people too much. You should say something!"

"Yes! Is it possible to let them insult the reputation of my sword pavilion here!?"

The monks shouted one after another, seeming to have great trust in the man in blue shirt who led them.

The man in green shirt sighed helplessly, and raised his hand to the opposite side.

"Everyone from Feixian Sect, you have also seen that all the junior brothers and sisters in my Jiange are all passionate people."

"Please be honest and hand over the sword-sharpening stone, otherwise even I will not be able to control them."

After saying that, the man in the green shirt who was the leader showed a regretful expression, as if he was very frustrated that his persuasion could not go as he wished.

When the people from the Feixian Sect on the opposite side heard these words, they immediately became furious and furious.

Especially the thin old man who was leading the group was even more angry and laughing.

"Haha, Wu Meng Jiankui is really powerful. You can even call this black thing white."

"Although our Feixian Sect is not as good as the Central Continent Holy Sect like you, Jiange, but not everyone can dominate us!"

Having said that, the old man's sleeves were bulging, and he was obviously ready to take action.

"You two, calm down, what are you doing?"

At the critical moment, Ji Fengyue's voice came from behind Zhou Yiqiao.

Including Zhou Yiqiao, everyone in the Changsheng Pavilion was looking for fame. Ji Fengyue quickly walked into the pavilion with a woman in a red dress.

He first sent the woman to the seat, then grabbed the thin old man from Feixianzong with one hand and Wu Meng from Jiange with the other, and persuaded her.

"Ji is holding this trading conference so that everyone can get what they want. If it's because of me that the two of you are harmed..."

After saying that, Ji Fengyue sighed with pretense of regret, then turned to look at the young man he called Wu Meng.

"Brother Wu, what do you think we should do about this matter?"

Wu Meng was silent for a moment after hearing this, and finally sighed.

"Since Brother Ji has advised you like this, I, Jiange, will give Brother Ji some face."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Jiange disciples behind him all looked indignant. They opened their mouths to say something, but were stopped by Wu Meng's look.

"Go back."

He shouted coldly, and the monks in the sword pavilion reluctantly shut up and glared at Ji Fengyue and the thin old man leading them with dissatisfaction.

"Hahaha, harmony breeds wealth, harmony breeds wealth. Brother Wu can give Ji a piece of noodles, and Ji is very grateful."

Ji Fengyue turned a deaf ear to the Jiange monk's dissatisfaction, grabbed Wu Meng's arm, and moved him to the seat next to the woman in the red dress.

After doing all this, he quickly walked to the old man of Feixian Sect, whispered something to him, and then sent him to the seat on the other side of the woman in the red dress.

The two sat down, and the tense atmosphere in the entire Changsheng Pavilion finally eased.

Seeing this, Ji Fengyue looked around at everyone and said loudly.

"The Red Lotus Fairies from Yaowang Valley have already arrived. Ji will not waste everyone's time. Our trading conference will begin now."

After saying this, he turned to look at the woman who came with him and was now sitting on the throne.

"Red Lotus Fairy, let's get started?"

Zhou Yiqiao found that everyone present did not think there was anything wrong with Ji Fengyue's move, and he couldn't help but become curious about the identity of the Red Lotus Fairy of the Medicine King Valley.