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

"That's enough. Please act quickly, Brother Zhou."

Qing Jimeng Qing Jimeng heard this, a look of relief appeared on his face, and he bowed repeatedly and said.

"You're welcome. Since Fellow Daoist Qing is able to help us, I will certainly do my best!"

"Please ask Brother Qing to cast a spell to contact Zhenbing. I will also cast a spell for my fellow disciples."

Qing Jimeng nodded and flicked his hand. A cool frost flew out from his body and enveloped the people lying unconscious on the ground.

As Qing Jimeng's spiritual power surged, the surrounding air seemed to condense into a thin layer of frost.

The originally solid ice began to melt slowly, revealing the pale and weak face of the Qinjian Villa disciple inside.

Their eyelids trembled slightly, as if they were sensitive to changes in the outside world, but they were still unable to open their eyes.

Seeing this, Zhou Yiqiao took a deep breath, quickly formed seals with his hands, and the spiritual energy in his body surged like a river, transforming into gentle rays of light that slowly poured into the bodies of each disciple.

His spiritual power flowed through the meridians of his disciples, engaging in a silent battle with the strange poison.

"This poison is very serious. It seems to be able to erode the spiritual power of the cultivators. If it weren't for Fellow Daoist Qing's freezing technique that temporarily stopped its spread, the consequences would be disastrous."

Zhou Yiqiao explained to Qing Jimeng the horror of the poison. His hands kept moving, delicately guiding his spiritual power, trying to gather the poisons in one place to prevent them from flowing around and causing greater impact.

While guiding them, Zhou Yiqiao carefully observed the expressions of the sleeping disciples.

I noticed that their faces had a slight purple tint and their bodies were a little stiff due to excessive blood loss.

He knew that this was probably the sequelae caused by the toxins spreading in the body. If it was not eliminated soon, once the toxins invaded the heart and lungs, he would become a puddle of mud, lose all his cultivation, and even lose his life.

"This nameless poison is very tricky. Zhou needs to exert all his strength."

"I also ask Brother Qing to protect me to prevent those black-robed monks from coming back."

Qing Jimeng nodded when she heard this. She knew that she could not help much in the treatment, so she turned and left to protect Zhou Yiqiao.

Her figure quickly disappeared in the hiding place, leaving only Zhou Yiqiao and the injured disciples.

Zhou Yiqiao took a deep breath and took out the Yuqing Lingyan from his storage ring. This was the only ancient innate treasure he had on him.

The Jade Purity Spirit Flame has the effect of quickly healing injuries. With the help of this treasure, Zhou Yiqiao can forcibly expel the poison without hurting everyone's roots.

He waved his hand lightly, and the Jade Spirit Flame floated in the air, emitting a soft and warm light.

Zhou Yiqiao began to form seals quickly with his hands, and streams of spiritual power were injected into the Yuqing Spiritual Flame, making the flame in the lamp gradually brighter.

At a certain moment, the flame on the lamp began to rotate slowly, and soon formed a small vortex.

The temperature of the flame is not high, but it carries a vital force.

He looked focused and serious, with beads of sweat gradually oozing out of his forehead. It was obvious that this job was not an easy one for him.

Zhou Yiqiao's spiritual power continued to be output, the flame of Yuqing Lingyan became more and more vigorous, and the vitality force began to slowly penetrate into the body of the injured disciple.

The light of the flame reflected on Zhou Yiqiao's face. He closed his eyes tightly and relied entirely on the induction of spiritual power to control the direction of the flame.

He could feel the location of the poison in the bodies of these disciples of Qinjian Villa, as well as the damage it caused to the disciples' bodies.

As time passed, Zhou Yiqiao's face became paler and paler, but his hands remained steady without any trembling.

His spiritual power was like a trickle of water, constantly pouring into the Jade Purity Spiritual Flame, maintaining the Jade Purity Spiritual Flame in an extremely stable state.

Finally, after several hours of hard work, Zhou Yiqiao slowly withdrew his spiritual power.

There was a hint of fatigue on his face, but there was a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes.

He has successfully controlled the toxins in the bodies of those injured disciples. Although they cannot be completely eliminated, at least they will not threaten their lives for the time being.

He put the Jade Purity Spirit Flame back into his storage ring, then took out some pills to restore spiritual power, took some himself, and gave one to each of the injured disciples.

"Friend Qing, you can come back now."

Although Zhou Yiqiao's voice was a little weak, it carried a hint of relief.

Qing Jimeng's figure soon appeared in front of him, with worry on her face.

"How are they doing?"

she asked eagerly.

"I have controlled the toxin. Your life will not be in danger for the time being."

Zhou Yiqiao replied with a smile on his face.

Qing Jimeng breathed a sigh of relief and a look of gratitude appeared on her face.

"Friend Zhou, this time it's all thanks to you, otherwise they..."

Qing Jimeng didn't finish her words, but her eyes expressed everything.

Zhou Yiqiao waved his hand, indicating that she didn't need to say more.

"We'll talk about it after the polite words are said. Now, Fellow Daoist Qing needs to seal them back into the Zhenbing as soon as possible, to prevent the toxins in their bodies from circulating with their spiritual energy and spreading throughout their bodies again."

Qing Jimeng nodded when she heard that. She raised her hands again and tiny ice crystals condensed on her fingertips.

These ice crystals seemed to have life, circling and dancing in the air, and finally gathered into cold currents, once again covering the disciples who had regained some consciousness.

As the cold current poured in, the disciples' bodies were gradually covered by a layer of crystal clear ice.

But this time the ice was completely different from the previous one. It was more like a protective shell, which not only isolated the further spread of the toxin, but also retained the healing power that Zhou Yiqiao had just applied.

Having temporarily saved everyone's lives, Qing Jimeng, who had been on edge, sat down on the ground in an ungraceful manner, his face full of relief for surviving the disaster.

When Zhou Yiqiao saw this, he realized that Qing Jimeng had fought against many black-robed monks alone and saved the lives of all his disciples. One can imagine the pressure and fatigue in his heart.

He took out various pills that could restore one's energy and spirit, and used his spiritual power to send them to Qing Jimeng.

"With Zhou here, Fellow Daoist Qing doesn't need to be so nervous. Just relax and take a rest. If those black-robed monks come back, Zhou will notify Fellow Daoist Qing."

Qing Jimeng looked up at Zhou Yiqiao, a hint of gratitude and relief flashing in his eyes.

She nodded slightly, took the pill, and swallowed it without saying anything.

As one of the top geniuses in the Tianchen Realm, Qing Jimeng recovered most of his spiritual power in just one hour, and his face regained its rosy glow.

After both of them recovered their fighting strength, they finally had the energy to discuss the backgrounds of those black-robed monks.