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

Outside the Yinxianfang market, on a secret path leading to the nearby black market, a middle-aged monk with a thin figure and a sallow complexion was walking leisurely on the moon.

He was weighing a storage bag full of jade in his hand, looking very proud, as if he was thinking about how to use this unexpected money to purchase spiritual objects and improve his cultivation.

"According to the time, that kid should have fallen into the hands of Black Crow and his men."

"A young man who can throw out a thousand high-grade spirit stones for a question is really a rare fat sheep. I have to meet Black Crow and the others later and ask them to give me a larger share of the benefits."

The middle-aged monk pondered secretly in his heart, a greedy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his pace quickened a bit.

The moonlight was dim, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the occasional chirping of night birds could be heard from the grass on both sides of the path, adding a bit of depth and mystery.

The middle-aged monk did not notice that not far behind him, a faint shadow was following him silently, like a ghost in the night, blending into the surrounding darkness.

The shadow was light and agile, as if it was a life living in the moonlight, silently shortening the distance between it and the middle-aged monk.

He was not in a hurry to expose himself, but just observed quietly, waiting for the most appropriate time.

The middle-aged cultivator's mood became increasingly high, and in his mind he had already imagined all the treasures he had obtained in exchange for the windfall: precious elixirs, rare martial arts secrets, and even a magical treasure that could allow him to advance his cultivation by leaps and bounds.

His steps became more brisk, and he hummed a tuneless little song, completely immersed in the joy of what was about to be achieved.

However, just as he was getting carried away by the complacency, a sudden cold wind blew past, and the middle-aged monk shivered involuntarily, with an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart.

He suddenly stopped and looked around, but saw that the path under the moonlight was still quiet. Except for the occasional chirping of night birds, there was nothing unusual.

"What the hell! Why do I feel this way?"

The middle-aged monk frowned and muttered to himself, wondering if he had really encountered something unclean.

A trace of panic and fear flashed across his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

After being in the cultivation world for so many years, he had long since learned to be patient and calm.

"It seems that I was too nervous... I should go back quickly and reunite with Black Crow and the others."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, trying to dispel the uneasiness in his heart, and continued walking forward.

But just as he was about to turn around and continue on his way, a cold and low voice sounded in his ears, as if it came from the underworld, making people shudder.

"If you want to meet up with them, you can't go to the black market."

The middle-aged monk froze all over and turned around suddenly, only to see a mysterious man in a black robe with his face hidden in the shadow of a hood standing not far behind him.

“You…who are you?!”

The middle-aged monk's voice trembled and he almost dropped the storage bag in his hand.

The man in black robe did not answer immediately. He just raised his hand and took off his hood, revealing his true face.

"It's...it's you!"

The middle-aged monk showed a look of surprise, looking at the young man whom he had just called a "fat sheep", who now appeared in front of him in a way he had never expected, and was horrified.

The young man had a handsome face, but his eyes shone with a depth and coldness that was inconsistent with his age, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

"Are you surprised?"

Zhou Yiqiao raised a playful smile and slowly approached the middle-aged monk.

"You thought the traps you designed were interconnected, but in the face of true strength, they are nothing more than a ridiculous farce."

Zhou Yiqiao's voice was not loud, but every word was clear, like ice piercing the heart of the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk took a few steps back, his face turning from sallow to pale. He tried to grope for a defensive weapon from his storage bag, but found that his hands were shaking with fear and were almost uncontrollable.

"You...how could you still be alive!? Where are Black Crow and the others!?"

"Black Crow?"

Zhou Yiqiao smiled contemptuously.

"I'm waiting for you to meet me on the Yellow Spring Road. Maybe we can chat about the 'interesting story' of how you two conspired to take advantage of me."

The middle-aged monk's face looked even uglier, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. He knew very well that he was now trapped in a jar with no hope of escape.

But his instinct for survival made him want to struggle. He gritted his teeth and threw out a magic weapon that was flashing with cold light from his storage bag, trying to take this opportunity to counterattack.

However, Zhou Yiqiao just waved his sleeves lightly, and the magic weapon seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier. It instantly lost its luster and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

This scene made the middle-aged monk's heart sink to the bottom.

"In the face of an absolute gap in strength, any struggle is futile."

Zhou Yiqiao opened his mouth slowly and repeated what he had said before. His calm voice seemed to be judging the fate of the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk knelt on the ground, his face ashen. He knew that his end had come.

He lowered his head and begged in a hoarse voice.

"I...I am willing to hand over all my property, and I only ask that you can spare my life!"

Zhou Yiqiao looked at him coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"I don't have the habit of leaving behind troubles. I won't do such stupid things in my next life."

After saying that, Zhou Yiqiao lightly tapped his fingers, and a subtle ray of light overflowed from his fingertips and instantly sank into the middle-aged monk's brow.

The middle-aged monk's body trembled violently, and then he fell to the ground, without a single breath.

After taking off the two storage bags, Zhou Yiqiao seemed to remember something and spoke to the corpse of the middle-aged man.

"I forgot to tell you, I, Zhou Yiqiao, am most afraid of revenge from others in the future, so I will not give you the chance to reincarnate in the Six Paths."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner emerged from the shadows, emitting a black light that sucked the middle-aged man's soul, which was about to return to the six realms of reincarnation, into it, completely cutting off the possibility of his reincarnation.

The middle-aged monk's soul let out a sharp scream as it was devoured by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and then fell silent.

Zhou Yiqiao put away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and put his storage bag full of spirit stones back into his own bag. Then he used his spiritual power to forcibly break the middle-aged man's storage bag.

"Sure enough, since they are Black Crow's accomplices, it is impossible that they did not leave one or two Toad Spirit Jade in their storage bag to prevent any accidents."

Zhou Yiqiao was rummaging through the middle-aged monk's storage bag while thinking secretly in his heart.

After collecting the useful spiritual objects in the storage bag for his own use, Zhou Yiqiao shot out a spiritual fire, which burned the remaining debris along with the middle-aged man's body, then left.