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

Zhou Yiqiao did this not because he was greedy for the souls of the Xuantian Sect cultivators.

The living soul refined by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is an existence that has transcended the Three Realms and Five Elements. Since he followed Xu Hanchang to take revenge on the Xuantian Sect, he naturally had to be cautious to prevent any means of tracking or counterattack within the Xuantian Sect.

Hunyu nodded in acceptance of the order, with black aura swirling around him. He instantly transformed into a black shadow, shuttling through the ruins of Xuantian Sect.

As Hunyu went deeper, the originally silent air in Xuantian Sect was stirred again, and a cold breath spread.

Under the guidance of Hunyu, the residual souls that escaped due to the battle gathered towards the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and were absorbed into it one by one, becoming part of its power.

After about a cup of tea, the cold air that had reached its peak suddenly dissipated, and there was no sound in the Xuantian Sect.

"Brother Zhou is very skilled. I have only seen a magical weapon with such a strong ghost energy in the hands of a sister of Brother Luo Chen."

Zhou Yiqiao smiled and took back the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, saying modestly.

"Zhou has been practicing for most of his life, traveling around the country."

"It just so happens that Zhou is a cautious person by nature. After defeating his enemy, he can only feel completely at ease if he refines his soul as well."

"As I was alone for a long time, I killed more monks. Naturally, the souls in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner became more abundant, and its power increased accordingly."

Zhou Yiqiao's words were unintentional, but Qing Jimeng heard them with different meanings.

The woman already felt indebted to Qinjian Villa for what it had done to Zhou Yiqiao over the years. Now, because of Zhou Yiqiao's words, she thought of the fact that his current injury was also caused by Qinjian Villa, and an indescribable sadness and self-blame surged in her heart.

She bit her lower lip lightly and looked at Zhou Yiqiao with complicated eyes. There seemed to be thousands of words hidden in those cold eyes, which finally turned into a low voice of gratitude.

"Mr. Zhou, you have shouldered too much alone over the years. Qinjian Villa owes you."

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao shook his head slightly and smiled with relief.

"Miss, there is no need to do this. Zhou and Qinjian Villa no longer owe each other anything."

"After the young lady helps me go to Daxuantian this time, I will try my best to reduce the intersection and entanglement with Qinjian Villa and let the past clouds and smoke dissipate with the wind."

"But......"

Qing Jimeng was about to say something, but Xu Hanchang, who was standing beside him, noticed that the atmosphere was not right and interrupted him.

"Alright, Brother Zhou, Miss, now that we're done here, let's leave as soon as possible."

"If Lingxiao Palace has a backup plan in Xuantian Sect, I'm afraid we will face unnecessary trouble."

Zhou Yiqiao nodded. He didn't want to bother with Qing Jimeng about the affairs of Qinjian Villa anymore, so he jumped onto the Xueji Lion without hesitation.

Qing Jimeng sighed lightly and jumped onto the Xueji Lion. The three of them and one beast quickly shuttled through the night and left the Xuantian Sect which had become a ruin.

The night was as dark as ink, the stars faded, and a group of three people and one beast galloped in the silent night, leaving only the faint sound of wind and the panting of the snow-covered lion.

Zhou Yiqiao sat on the lion's back, closed his eyes and rested, but in his mind he was thinking about the next journey and the possible variables that might be encountered.

Xu Hanchang looked back from time to time to make sure there were no pursuers following him, while also keeping an eye out for possible dangers lurking around him.

Qing Jimeng sat next to Zhou Yiqiao, his eyes occasionally falling on his profile, feeling mixed emotions.

She insisted on following Zhou Yiqiao and Xu Hanchang to Xuantian Sect this time. One reason was to show the forces that might exist in the shadows near Xuantian Sect that the destruction of Xuantian Sect was also a warning from Qinjian Villa.

Secondly, it was also to help Zhou Yiqiao take revenge and make up for the debt that Qinjian Villa owed him over the years.

However, now facing Zhou Yiqiao's calm and composed attitude, the guilt in her heart not only did not diminish, but instead intensified like a tide.

Soon, the group of three arrived at the temporary base of Qinjian Villa nearby.

Although this place is not as prosperous as the main headquarters of the villa, it is also heavily guarded and brightly lit.

When the gatekeeper disciple saw Qing Jimeng returning, he hurriedly saluted and informed the person in charge in the garrison.

After entering the base, Zhou Yiqiao and Xu Hanchang were arranged to rest in the guest rooms, while Qing Jimeng went to the meeting room to report the battle of Xuantian Sect to the elders in the base and his father.

Because Zhou Yiqiao's injury had not yet healed, Xu Hanchang did not stay for long. After exchanging the direction of the room with Zhou Yiqiao, they went back to their rooms to rest.

Zhou Yiqiao's room is decorated simply yet elegantly. The moonlight outside the window shines on the ground, creating mottled light and shadows.

He closed the door gently, walked to the table and sat down, then took out a small jade bottle from his arms. This was the healing medicine he had prepared long ago.

As the pill took his mouth, a warm spiritual energy rose from his dantian, slowly repairing his meridians that had been damaged by the battle.

Zhou Yiqiao completely emptied his mind and let the warm current flow through his body, repairing the damage in his body as much as possible and preventing any hidden diseases from affecting his future practice.

Once he entered into a state of meditation, he remained in seclusion for several months.

When he opened his eyes again, the spiritual pressure that had been fluctuating for several months had finally subsided.

Although Zhou Yiqiao's current spiritual pressure can only be maintained at the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm due to his injuries, his strength in the Void Refinement Realm has almost recovered.

Just as he was about to get up, there was a soft knock on the door, accompanied by a woman's gentle voice.

"Mr. Zhou, I am the maid sent by Senior Sister Qing Ji Meng to take care of you. My name is Zui Liu."

Zhou Yiqiao was stunned for a moment, then responded.

"Please come in."

The door opened slightly, and a woman in a light green dress walked into the room. She had a pretty face and a cautious look in her eyes.

Zui Liu took a few steps forward and gently placed the tray in his hand on the table. On the tray was a bowl of hot medicinal food and several exquisite side dishes.

"Mr. Zhou, Senior Sister Qing Jimeng specially asked the kitchen to prepare this for you. She said it will be of great benefit to your recovery from your injuries."

Zui Liu spoke softly and moved gently.

She explained as she took out the medicinal food and spiritual dishes.

"Zui Liu sensed that the spiritual pressure in Mr. Zhou's room was gradually calming down today, so he expected that Mr. Zhou would be able to come out of retreat today, so he prepared these things in advance."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao nodded and thanked him.

"Thank you for your help. Please thank Miss Qing Jimeng for me."

Zui Liu smiled slightly and was about to leave, but he seemed to remember something and spoke after hesitating for a moment.

"Master Zhou, because you returned seriously injured and were seen by many people, some rumors about you have been circulating in the garrison recently. I hope Master Zhou is prepared."

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao curled up the corner of his mouth into a faint smile, looking calm.

"It's okay. Rumors stop at the wise. You can go and have a rest. I know what to do."

Zui Liu replied yes and left the room.