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

The interior of the camp is very consistent with Zhou Yiqiao's consistent impression of barbarian monks and monks, bold and simple.

In addition to a bedding, even the tables, chairs and benches were carved from animal bones.

For monks who are accustomed to enjoying the benefits of a large family, such an environment may not necessarily be adaptable.

Fortunately, Zhou Yiqiao has risen from humble beginnings and can quickly adapt to any environment.

Not to mention that with the spiritual power of this place being so abundant, for the ascetic monk Zhou Yiqiao, other conditions were completely negligible.

"Looking at the solemn atmosphere in the city, I'm afraid the martial law will not be lifted for a while."

"There is nothing to do, so why not just practice here and enjoy yourself."

Zhou Yiqiao joked in a low voice, and then did not waste such an environment and immediately immersed himself in practice.

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On the other side, after Borshu left the tent, he did not go far away. Instead, he returned to the main hall of the Caizhang Royal Court.

In the main hall, a burly man wearing a golden robe sat at the head, his majestic eyes staring at Bo Shu who was kneeling on the ground below, his expression cold.

To his left and right, there were several barbarian monks with serious expressions standing, each of them with an aura that was far stronger than Borshu.

"How about Borshu? Does the other party have any questions?"

The man in the first seat did not speak, but an old man on the side took the initiative to ask.

Borshu changed his confidence and arrogance when facing Zhou Yiqiao. He knelt down humbly and kowtowed to the burly man and the old man who asked the question.

"Go back to the Great Khan and the High Priest. They are from the Netherworld Demon Realm and should just be passing by by chance."

Hearing Borshu's reply, everyone in the main hall frowned in unison.

"Are you sure? There are various signs that the assassin came from the Netherworld Demonic Realm. Is that boy really not here to join the assassin's accomplices?"

Another man with bare breasts and thick body hair who looked extremely vicious suddenly became anxious and unleashed his pressure arrogantly, as if he didn't believe Borshu's answer.

Borshu's face turned pale under the pressure of this power, and he struggled to squeeze out an answer from his mouth.

"Go back to Marshal Zuo, Xiao... I can't guarantee it, but I can see from the other party's series of performances that the other party is extremely anxious that the Royal Court has suspended the entry and exit of the teleportation array."

"Xiao... I think this person is really eager to return to the Netherworld Demon Realm and happens to be an ordinary monk passing by here."

The two words seemed to have used up all the strength of Borshu. He was shaking all over, and big beads of sweat oozed out on his forehead.

"Alright Sa Gai, Borshu is also a member of the Ten Thousand Households after all. You despise him so much that the monks from other continents know about it, and you are saying that our Caizhang Royal Court is just a group of barbarians who are imitating others."

Haishan, who had always been in the forefront, finally spoke and stopped Sa Gai from continuing to force Bor Shu.

Sagai restrained his aura angrily, his face still showing an unhappy look.

"Hmph, our majestic Caizhang Royal Court was actually fooled around by an assassin in the Nascent Soul Realm. It's really ridiculous!"

Obviously, the assassin they were talking about gave the entire Cai Zhang Royal Court a huge headache.

Upon seeing this, Haishan shook his head and ignored him. He just looked at Bo Shu and spoke calmly.

"Boshu, please go down first. Just watch the monk from the Netherworld Demon Realm. If there is anything unusual about this person, come and report it immediately."

Borshu nodded in agreement and left the hall in a hurry.

After Borshu left, the atmosphere in the hall became dull again.

"Although I don't want to admit it, the foundation of the Central Plains monks is indeed much stronger than ours."

"A small Nascent Soul Assassin can make our Cai Zhang Royal Court so defensive. If a more powerful monk from the other side comes, how should we respond?"

Haishan spoke in a low voice, his tone full of helplessness and confusion.

"The Great Khan must not underestimate himself."

When everyone heard Haishan's self-blame, they all offered words of comfort.

"You are the most noble warrior of our barbarian tribe, and you are the backbone of our Caizhang Royal Court. How can we allow you to be discouraged?"

"If you, the Great Khan, had not unified most of the barbarian tribes thousands of years ago, our barbarian tribe would still be a piece of scattered sand. How could we have such a glorious situation!"

The high priest stood up and stared at Haishan with firm eyes.

"Besides, it is precisely because the opponent's strength does not exceed the Nascent Soul realm. Only after using the concealment technique can we completely isolate the Great Khan from your investigation. Otherwise, this person would have been killed by your arrow!"

Many other barbarian generals also agreed, looking like they were loyal to Haishan and would follow him to the death.

These barbarian generals were usually considered brave and good at fighting, but in front of Haishan, they were respectful and did not dare to make any mistakes.

Hearing everyone's compliments, Haishan's face didn't look much relieved.

He helplessly held his forehead and then ordered.

"No matter what, we must capture this assassin who is familiar with Bamboo's murder as soon as possible and let the Royal Court of Cai Zhang resume daily access."

"Otherwise, if time goes on, not only will rumors spread, but the reserves in the royal court will also be exhausted."

"Yes!"

Everyone loudly agreed.

Haishan waved his hand and signaled the generals to step back. After that, he sat alone on the main seat, closing his eyes and meditating.

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The aura of the Caizhang Royal Court was not lacking. Zhou Yiqiao had just entered the state of cultivation when he was surrounded by a wave of aura.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, Zhou Yiqiao woke up from his meditation state and found that his strength had increased a lot compared to last night!

"If I were a casual cultivator, I would really want to settle down in this Cai Zhang Royal Court."

Zhou Yiqiao sighed and opened his eyes, and suddenly saw a woman sleeping on the bed beside him.

This woman was dressed in dark clothes, holding a black hat in her hand. Her breasts rose and fell slowly, and she was obviously in a deep sleep.

The first time Zhou Yiqiao saw this uninvited guest, he was shocked and picked up a magic formula and sternly woke him up.

"Who are you!?"

The woman frowned slightly, opened her eyes dimly, and then looked at Zhou Yiqiao without any precautions, without saying a word.

The knot between Zhou Yiqiao's eyebrows became more and more tangled, and his expression became extremely depressed.

"I have never met you. Is it appropriate for you to enter your camp?"

Being able to decipher the formation without anyone noticing under his powerful divine soul induction and lurk in the camp, Zhou Yiqiao was frightened just thinking about it now.

The woman seemed to have finally woken up, rubbing her sleepy eyes, with shallow dimples showing at the corners of her mouth, soft and charming.

"Young Master, there is no need to be nervous. Like the Young Master, I also come from the Netherworld Demonic Realm."

"I am willing to spend spiritual stones to stay in the young master's tent for a while. I hope the young master can agree."