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

When the room returned to silence again, Zhou Yiqiao picked up the medicinal food and took a sip.

The warm aroma of medicine instantly filled my mouth, and the depression in my heart also dissipated a little.

He put down his bowl and chopsticks, closed his eyes and thought about his next plan.

Just then, there was a sudden noise outside the door, as if someone was arguing.

Zhou Yiqiao frowned slightly, and with his right sword finger he shot out a stream of spiritual power, gently pushing open a gap and peeking out.

In the courtyard, a young man in gorgeous brocade clothes was standing there arrogantly, pointing at several disciples of Qinjian Villa, his words full of disdain and ridicule.

And those disciples, apparently, did not dare to refute because the other party's cultivation was much higher than theirs, and could only stand there with awkward expressions.

"Humph, I heard that our base is now housing a loser. The young lady and the owner of the manor trusted him to lead an elite team, but this person was afraid of death and caused the entire team to be wiped out!"

The young man in brocade clothes sneered repeatedly, and his voice was so loud that anyone who was not in seclusion could hear him.

Zhou Yiqiao's eyes fixed and he instantly recognized the young man.

This man is the grandson of an elder in Qinjian Villa. He usually acts tyrannically by relying on his family's power and does not take anyone seriously.

After Zhou Yiqiao entered Qinjian Villa as a hostage, he kept a low profile in his daily life. Although he had never had any contact with this person, he had long heard of his notoriety.

The "waste" he referred to today was obviously referring to himself.

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao curled up a faint smile, without any emotion fluctuating at all.

If an opponent who is as strong as or even stronger than you provokes you in front of you, you will of course be extremely angry.

But when a monk whose strength is only that of an ant shouts in front of you, the anger turns into contempt or even amusement.

Zhou Yiqiao leisurely savored the medicinal food in his hand, carefully swallowing all the food into his stomach to absorb and refine it, then put down his bowl and chopsticks, preparing to get up and leave.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the old trees in the courtyard, casting patches of light on his body, adding a touch of otherworldliness to his slightly pale face.

"Hey, isn't this our useless leader? How come you finally decided to show up and meet people?"

The young man in brocade clothes spoke in a sarcastic tone. Upon hearing his words, the surrounding disciples of Qinjian Villa all looked at Zhou Yiqiao in surprise.

Obviously, they were also the real owners mentioned by the young man in brocade clothes the first time.

Zhou Yiqiao stopped when he heard that, chuckled, pointed at himself, and said lightly.

"Zhao Feiyang, do you know my name?"

Zhao Feiyang was stunned, obviously not expecting Zhou Yiqiao to ask him so directly. The sneer on his face froze instantly. The disciples around him looked at each other, and the atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.

"Humph, you're just a piece of trash, why should I know your name?"

Zhao Feiyang tried to remain calm, but there was a hint of unnaturalness in his tone.

Zhou Yiqiao smiled slightly, with neither anger nor sarcasm in that smile.

"You don't even know my name, so why are you being so aggressive?"

Zhao Feiyang was choked by Zhou Yiqiao's bland words and his face turned pale. He didn't know how to refute for a moment.

He looked around and saw the disciples' surprised, curious, or sympathetic eyes. He felt even more humiliated. In anger and humiliation, he picked out the information he had inquired about and humiliated them.

"Hmph, I don't care what you're called! I only know that you're just a hostage abandoned by your family, living under someone else's roof. Do you still want to show off your power in Qinjian Villa? It's simply a foolish dream!"

His words became increasingly sarcastic, trying to cover up his incompetence with more intense language.

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, a barely perceptible cold light flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly covered up by a gentle smile.

Zhou Yiqiao slowly took a step forward, his steps so light that they seemed not to touch the ground, and in an instant he arrived in front of Zhao Feiyang.

Not only did he not show the slightest bit of anger, but he gently raised his hand in an almost gentle manner, as if he wanted to straighten Zhao Feiyang's slightly messy collar.

“Zhao Feiyang, you may be powerful and accomplished, but remember, respect is mutual.”

Zhou Yiqiao's voice was deep and magnetic, and every word was clearly heard by everyone present.

"I will treat today's incident as unintentional, but if there is a next time, I won't be so easy to deal with."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yiqiao gave a light push, which seemed powerless, but actually contained just the right amount of spiritual power.

Zhao Feiyang was pushed back a few steps involuntarily by this force, his face full of astonishment.

The disciples around were all dumbfounded when they saw this.

They had already formed a preconceived notion of Zhou Yiqiao being a waste who had abandoned his companions after hearing Zhao Feiyang's shouting. They had never expected that Zhou Yiqiao actually had such unfathomable cultivation.

However, just when everyone thought that things were about to calm down, Zhao Feiyang suddenly roared, jumped up suddenly, and in his hand he had grasped a long sword that was flashing with cold light, and went straight for Zhou Yiqiao.

Obviously, he could not accept the fact that he had lost face in front of everyone, so he decided to use force to regain a little dignity.

"How dare a loser like you humiliate me like this! Today, I will make you pay the price!"

Zhao Feiyang's sword light was like a dragon, sweeping towards Zhou Yiqiao with a sound of breaking through the air.

Faced with this sudden attack, Zhou Yiqiao did not panic. He moved slightly, as if blending into the wind, and easily avoided Zhao Feiyang's fatal blow.

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with alcohol!"

Zhou Yiqiao let out a low shout, and suddenly jumped up like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, and appeared in front of Zhao Feiyang in an instant.

He did not attack directly, but used a soft but irresistible spiritual power to knock the sword in Zhao Feiyang's hand away, while his right hand gently rested on Zhao Feiyang's shoulder.

Zhao Feiyang was shaken by this force, his whole body trembled, as if all his spirit was drained out. He fell to the ground and could not stand up again.

Zhou Yiqiao looked down at Zhao Feiyang who was slumped on the ground, with only disgust in his eyes.

This disgust is not only directed at Zhao Feiyang, but also at the entire Qinjian Villa behind him.

"Zhao Feiyang, I didn't kill you today, not because I'm afraid of you or the power behind you, but because I saw the young lady's kindness in helping me, and I didn't want to make things difficult for her."

Zhao Feiyang's face turned pale and blue when he heard this. He had never thought that he would be defeated so thoroughly, and he had never expected that Zhou Yiqiao would be so generous and let him go.

"Thank you... Brother Zhou for not killing me."

Zhao Feiyang finally uttered these words with difficulty and dared not look Zhou Yiqiao in the eye anymore.

Zhou Yiqiao shook his head, not caring whether Zhao Feiyang was sincere or not. Under the gazes of everyone, he sacrificed the Red Flame Gilded Sword and flew away from the base.