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

"The soul is ethereal, cannot be captured, and has no trace to follow..."

In the cave, Zhou Yiqiao was holding "Hundred Exercise Nerves" in his hand, muttering to himself, looking in front of him with no focus in his eyes.

"The soul is stored in everyone's body and is innate."

"The soul is inherently weak. Except for those with extraordinary talents, most of the remaining humans can only understand or even control their own souls by embarking on a path of spiritual practice."

This is a description of the nature of the soul in "Hundred Exercises for Nerves". After reading this conclusion, Zhou Yiqiao gained a new understanding of the soul.

"I came from another world and carried the moonstone space with me. My natural soul strength and sensitivity to the soul are much higher than ordinary people."

"Now it seems that my two souls overlapped and entangled, which increased the strength of my soul..."

When Zhou Yiqiao's murmuring voice fell, he seemed to have entered a state of enlightenment, and unknowingly, he forgot about time.

It wasn't until several hours passed that he suddenly woke up.

Zhou Yiqiao was just about to continue reading about the views of the senior who created "Hundred Exercises of the Nerve" on the cultivation of the soul, when he heard a fellow monk shouting loudly from outside the cave.

"Senior Brother Zhou, Senior Lin Fengyu, the 'Scholar' of Wentian Pavilion, has returned from a bloody battle and is now in the sect's main hall. He wants all the disciples who participated in the massacre feast to come and see him."

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, he hurriedly put his belongings into a storage bag and used several dust-cowarding techniques on himself before opening the cave's restrictions and appearing in front of the junior brother who reported.

"Junior brother, let me wait. I can help you lead the way."

Zhou Yiqiao had a standard fake smile on his face and greeted the junior brother who reported.

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On the other side, in the main hall of the Netherworld Demon Sect, Tuoba Qingshan is at the top. On both sides of him are Qin Yuelou, the elder of Huangquan Temple who has stayed here until now, and Lin Yue, the 'Mok' who just defeated Lin Yuanshan and returned from Motuo Mountain. wind and rain.

Except for the three Taoist monks who were leisurely drinking tea, there were more than a dozen young men and women standing in front of the three people.

Each of these young men and women knew Zhou Yiqiao, and they were his colleagues who survived the massacre feast.

At this moment, in the main hall, except for Zhou Yiqiao and Murong Yunhe, including Qi Lie, all the monks who participated in the massacre feast had arrived according to the order.

"Master Tuoba, the time has come. Are there any monks who have not arrived at the hall?"

Lin Fengyu, who had a cold consciousness, frowned and turned to look at Tuoba Qingshan, who was enjoying tea leisurely.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Lin, Zhou Yiqiao, the leader of this list, and Murong Yunhe, the second player, have not yet arrived."

"Young people are very powerful, so it is inevitable that they will be a little arrogant. I am here to apologize to fellow Taoist Lin on behalf of the two of them."

Although Tuoba Qingshan said this, he squinted his eyes and savored the spiritual tea in his mouth, without any intention of apologizing.

Lin Fengyu was calm and seemed to think that what Tuoba Qingshan said was very reasonable. He smiled and arched his hand towards the old man.

"Master Tuoba's words make sense. Lin should be grateful for his patience when dealing with Tianjiao."

After that, everyone was silent again, and a full incense-burning time passed before Zhou Yiqiao and Murong Yunhe came hand in hand.

When the two of them saw the elders of their respective sects, they held their hands and clasped their fists in salute. Qin Yuelou, the most outspoken among the three powerful men, got straight to the point.

"Now that the two protagonists of this massacre feast have arrived, we will begin this commendation and ranking."

Neither of the two powerful men had any objections. Lin Fengyu stood up and reached out to touch the void in front of him. A long ink scroll slowly unfolded from the void.

In Lin Fengyu's hand, a writing brush that was more than a foot long appeared.

The pen barrel of this pen is transparent and crystal clear, with a golden dragon pattern painted on it. The tip of the pen is golden and contains a faint aura. It is obviously an extraordinary object.

As soon as the pen took shape, Lin Fengyu's momentum skyrocketed in a short period of time.

Within three breaths, the spiritual pressure around him had faintly surpassed Tuoba Qingshan!

A smile finally appeared on Lin Fengyu's face as quiet as a valley. After scanning Zhou Yiqiao and other juniors, he looked back at Tuoba Qingshan and Qin Yue Tower.

"Lin wants to register all the geniuses in the register, so I have to worry about the matter of commending and bestowing treasures on Sect Master Tuoba and fellow Taoist Qin."

The two powerful men whose names were called smiled and nodded.

Immediately, Tuoba Qingshan took the lead, with Qin Yuelou as the assistant, and sang and called the roll call.

"Wang Wen, contribution point sixty-seven, two hundred and ninety-nine!"

"Ye Feng, contribution points seventy-five, two hundred and ninety-seven!"

"Qi Fan..."

Lin Fengyu held the pen in his right hand and made hand gestures with his left hand. He kept swiping the pen along with the name Tuoba Qingshan said.

The names of Long Feifengwu appeared in the void, and then fell on the ink scroll according to the corresponding ranking.

Whenever a disciple is on the list, a scarlet thread extends from the scroll and falls into the disciple's body.

As the scarlet thread disappeared, the disciples on the list also had an indescribable connection with the list of past lives.

This process was extremely fast, and in just a moment, most of the disciples' names were already on the list of deceased persons.

"Qi Lie, contribution points are 982 and 113!"

At this point, all the monks in the hall, including the three great masters, visibly paused and looked at Zhou Yiqiao and Murong Yunhe.

"Murong Yunhe..."

Elder Tuoba spoke again, quickly amplifying everyone's expectations.

"Murong Yunhe, contribution points 149,008, sixth place!"

Wow!

As soon as he finished speaking, many monks present who did not know the inside story of the Death List couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and looked at Murong Yunhe with changing eyes.

With the late Nascent Soul being less than 200 years old and the incredible number of contribution points, it is foreseeable that as long as nothing unexpected happens, it is only a matter of time before the bottleneck is overcome and immortality is achieved!

With Murong Yunhe's foreshadowing, the disciples looked at Zhou Yiqiao with even more expectant looks.

You know, Zhou Yiqiao's contribution points are more than 50,000 higher than Murong Yunhe's!

Fortunately, Tuoba Qingshan didn't want to whet everyone's appetite, and immediately revealed Zhou Yiqiao's ranking.

"Zhou Yiqiao, contribution points 199,556, third place!"

As Tuoba Qingshan finished speaking, as the disciples looked at Zhou Yiqiao in disbelief, Lin Fengyu finished writing the last name, flicked his wrist, and a drop of blood fell on the ink scroll.

In an instant, as if the formation was taking shape, scarlet threads a hundred times and a thousand times larger than those of other disciples surged out from the ink scroll.

Like poisonous snakes that had been dormant for a long time, they pounced on Zhou Yiqiao and Murong Yunhe from all directions.