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

The woman had a small face like a flower, her cheeks were slightly red, and her watery eyes were full of desire and shyness. I really felt pity for her when I saw her.

Zhou Yiqiao pointed at himself funny.

"Do you think a certain person is as stupid as a pig, and he is a brainless person who only gets angry for his beauty?"

Choking at these words, the woman immediately restrained her pretentious expression on her face.

The watery Qiu Shui glared at Zhou Yiqiao fiercely, then sat on the bed unceremoniously and introduced himself.

"I am a disciple of the Nether Demon Sect. This trip is to assassinate the crown prince of the Cai Zhang Royal Court and disrupt the barbarian monks."

"I don't care how you behave and you are also a practitioner of the Central Plains lineage. You must be aware of the conflict between us and this barbarian tribe."

"As long as you are willing to help me escape from the wilderness, I, the Netherworld Demon Sect, will definitely give you a heavy gift."

Zhou Yiqiao didn't believe a word of this assassin who announced his family name in just a few words.

He looked at the other party playfully and moved towards the only entrance of the camp calmly.

"You are really from the Netherworld Demon Sect? Can you hand over the token that symbolizes your identity to the next person?"

The woman must have been prepared. Without any hesitation, she took out a dark red token and threw it to Zhou Yiqiao.

Zhou Yiqiao took the token, looked at it amusingly at such a token that did not belong to any identity of the sect, raised his eyes and said in confusion.

"Your Excellency said that you are a disciple of the Nether Demon Sect, but why have you never seen a similar token in the sect?"

The woman had no idea that Zhou Yiqiao was a disciple of the Netherworld Demon Sect. The smile on her face instantly stiffened, and her eyes flickered away from Zhou Yiqiao's gaze while she hesitated to argue.

"This is the sect's secret guard order. It cannot be seen by non-direct disciples. It's natural that you haven't seen it."

She was betting that Zhou Yiqiao's status in the Nether Demon Sect was not high.

However, she will be disappointed in the end.

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, he looked up to the sky and laughed.

"I am Bucai. I happen to be the direct disciple of the sect, and I also happen to have seen all the identity tokens in the sect."

It’s a joke. As the sword-wielding elder of the Netherworld Demon Sect, Elder Baigu’s combat power is second only to Tuoba Qingshan, the leader of the sect.

Even though there are many factions in the sect, as a disciple of Elder Skeleton, he must be aware of the trial production and secret engraving of all tokens.

If this woman was not using the identity of a disciple of the Nether Demon Sect, Zhou Yiqiao might have turned a blind eye and talked about revenge with her.

But this woman used her identity as the Nether Demon Sect, obviously to pull the Nether Demon Sect out of the quagmire. Even if he was selfish, he could still distinguish the priorities and would not do stupid things like digging into his own corner.

Immediately, he summoned the sword, wind and thunder formation, set up the wind and thunder formation, and while arousing huge momentum, he shouted loudly.

"He Fang monk appeared in Zhou's camp!"

Immortal cultivators work day and night, and it was still early in the morning. Immediately, law enforcement monks from the Caizhang Royal Court sensed the fluctuations of spiritual power here and surrounded them from all directions.

Among them was Wanhu, Bo Shu, who had led Zhou Yiqiao yesterday and was responsible for the city defense of Caizhang Wangting.

Borshu hurried over with dozens of armed guards. The moment he saw the woman, his expression was even more excited than Zhou Yiqiao's.

"The assassin who knows Ban Bo Ji Lie finally found you today!"

"Take her down!"

Borshu shouted loudly, and dozens of guards drew their swords in unison.

The woman was shocked and angry. She didn't expect Zhou Yiqiao to be so decisive. While her gloomy eyes were staring at Zhou Yiqiao, the space around her rippled and seemed to disappear at any moment.

At this moment, an old voice came from the sky.

"The Royal Court of Cai Zhang is the capital of my barbarian tribe. How can it be that an assassin like you can come and leave whenever you want?"

"The Great Khan doesn't bother to teach a junior like you a lesson, but I don't have this restriction!"

The woman's body suddenly stagnated, and she quickly activated her skills to leave.

However, it was already too late.

A black shadow appeared above her out of thin air, turned into a black shadow that covered the sky, and pressed towards her.

An invisible coercion descended, as if the entire space had solidified, and the woman immediately fell to her knees.

"Pfft!"

With just one palm strike, the woman vomited blood and passed out completely.

After the woman was subdued, the old man's figure appeared in everyone's sight.

Zhou Yiqiao did not recognize him, but all the monks around him were humbly half-kneeling on the ground, lowering their eyebrows and shouting.

"I've seen the high priest!"

Zhou Yiqiao was surprised. No wonder the assassin was captured so easily. It turned out that this person was the high priest Yelu Wushu in the Cai Zhang Royal Court, second only to the Great Khan Haishan.

"Junior Zhou Yiqiao has met senior Yelu!"

As a monk from China, Zhou Yiqiao naturally did not dare to make a mistake in front of this powerful barbarian, so he quickly bowed his hands in a respectful manner.

Yelvwushu appeared in front of Zhou Yiqiao instantly, staring at Zhou Yiqiao with a pair of abyss-like eyes, looking him up and down.

Before Zhou Yiqiao could no longer withstand the pressure of the mighty power in front of him, Yelu Wushu finally looked away and patted Zhou Yiqiao on the shoulder with a smile.

"Although you are not my barbarian son, you have done a good job in helping my Caizhang Royal Court capture the assassin. Come with me to see the Great Khan."

"Thank you, Senior Yelu."

Hearing Yeluwushu relent, Zhou Yiqiao quickly agreed.

Whether he wanted to or not, he had no choice at this time.

Yelvwushu nodded slightly, then turned around and ordered to the group of law enforcement monks behind him.

"Send the female assassin to prison and keep her under close surveillance until she is punished."

"Yes!"

Borshu and all the law enforcement monks clasped their fists and accepted the order. After nodding kindly towards Zhou Yiqiao, he escorted the unconscious woman away from this place.

"Let's go into the palace to meet the Great Khan."

After everyone left, Yelu Wushu turned to look at the silent young man beside him and suggested lightly.

Zhou Yiqiao did not dare to neglect and followed him to the main hall in the center of Caizhang Royal Court.

Along the way, Yeluwushu briefly told Zhou Yiqiao some barbarian etiquette to avoid being rude when meeting the Great Khan.

Under Yelvwushu's guidance, the two quickly arrived at the main hall.

Yelvwushu stopped outside the hall, turned sideways and asked for instructions, then reached out and pushed open the vast and simple door in front of him.

"Creak..."

The sound of the door opening was not loud, but it was extremely harsh in the empty hall.

The door slowly opened, and Zhou Yiqiao immediately saw a tall, burly middle-aged man in a high position, as well as several powerful men standing beside him.