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

Nangong Feiyu stared at Zhou Yiqiao with burning eyes, as if looking at a prey.

The slightly feminine voice softened at this time, and it had a hint of spring water in March.

Zhou Yiqiao heard the other party's invitation and politely declined without any hesitation.

"If I am here now, according to the military discipline of the Xuanwei Army, I am not allowed to have too much contact with anyone outside the Xuanwei Army. I would like to thank Young Master Nangong for his appreciation."

Nangong Feiyu naturally knew that this was just an excuse for Zhou Yiqiao to make random nonsense, but he did not say anything to expose it.

"It's such a shame."

"In that case, I won't bother Daoist Fellow Zhou too much."

After hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao breathed a sigh of relief as if relieved, and bowed his hands.

"Thank you so much, Master Nangong!"

After saying that, he used the Quicksand Movement Technique and flew away.

Nangong Feiyu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Zhou Yiqiao. His lips moved slightly, as if he was mumbling to himself. Even the two guards on the side couldn't hear clearly what he was saying.

Seeing Zhou Yiqiao disappear from sight, Nangong Feiyu sat back in the chariot and ordered the two guards to continue on their way.

Zhou Yiqiao naturally didn't know what Nangong Feiyu was whispering. He galloped all the way for a quarter of an hour and finally returned to the Lingzhi Warehouse.

He first spent half an hour counting the newly stored spiritual herbs, and then returned to his accommodation in the warehouse.

After completing the day's practice as usual, the time has come.

Zhou Yiqiao uncharacteristically left the Xuanwei Army camp again, turned into a black shadow, and fled towards the north of the imperial city.

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The night is deep and the stars are twinkling.

Outside the North City Gate.

Four gatekeepers, whose cultivation has reached the Great Perfection stage of Qi Refining, are concentrating on guarding the city gate.

A burst of sound suddenly sounded, and then a slender figure blatantly walked out of the door guarded by four people.

After the four people saw that figure, they immediately wanted to bow their hands.

Nangong Feiyu waved his hand to stop the four people's actions.

He took a step forward, and his whole body instantly transformed into dozens of afterimages.

In the blink of an eye, all the afterimages disappeared, and Nangong Feiyu's figure disappeared into the night.

The four guards watched Nangong Feiyu disappear, as if nothing had happened, they stood motionless and quietly guarded the palace gate.

After a while.

Nangong Feiyu stood at the top of the tower, looking at the dark and quiet night in the distance.

Not long after, Zhou Yiqiao's figure appeared under the tower.

Nangong Feiyu jumped down and cupped his hands towards Zhou Yiqiao.

"Friend Daoist Zhou is here as promised, Nangong is really honored."

Zhou Yiqiao looked cold, his right hand always touching the storage bag at his waist, without any intention of being polite to the other party, he spoke in a cold tone.

"No need to say more polite words. Is there anything you need to talk to in this inaccessible place?"

Nangong Feiyu chuckled a few times, but was not angry at Zhou Yiqiao's unreasonableness. He did not answer Zhou Yiqiao's question immediately, but instead asked Zhou Yiqiao a question.

"Does Fellow Daoist Zhou know how many children the Emperor of Chu has today?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao felt bad in his heart and wanted to end the topic and leave the place as soon as possible. He spoke with an unhappy look on his face.

"I don't want to know about the royal family's affairs."

He interrupted Nangong Feiyu's words unceremoniously. The person in front of him transmitting messages to him during the day was definitely not a simple transaction. There might be quite a conspiracy behind it.

Seeing Zhou Yiqiao turn around and leave, Nangong Feiyu was not in a hurry. He looked at Zhou Yiqiao's disappearing back and suddenly said.

"Have you ever thought, Fellow Daoist Zhou, that maybe when you temporarily take over Mr. Luo's position, there is no possibility of turning back?"

Zhou Yiqiao paused and stopped about a hundred meters away from Nangong Feiyu.

He turned around slowly, looked at Nangong Feiyu with cold eyes, and said coldly.

"Although I don't have much contact with Mr. Luo, I probably know that he is a person who doesn't care about worldly affairs."

Nangong Feiyu smiled, still maintaining the same expression on his face, and said calmly.

"Of course Mr. Luo is a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune, but his position and his name are not shackles that can be overcome by being indifferent to fame and fortune."

Immortal cultivators have sharp ears and eyes. Even in the dark night, Nangong Feiyu could clearly see that Zhou Yiqiao's expression finally softened, and he continued to speak.

"The three sons of the current Chu Emperor are all of extraordinary qualifications. The eldest prince Luo Jincheng and the second prince Luo Jin'en are only over forty years old and have already reached the late stage of foundation building. The younger prince Luo Jinshen has even more qualifications, but he only turned ten last month. Five, your cultivation has reached the early stage of foundation building!"

"The eldest prince is the son of the current queen, and he is a legitimate prince. Although the second prince is a concubine, his mother is Fairy Huanlu, the leader of the Yanzhou Rouge List, and the favorite concubine of the current Holy Emperor."

"The young prince is extremely talented and is a student of the Central Continent Holy Sect's Tingfeng Academy. He is highly valued by His Majesty the Holy Emperor. Therefore, although he is young, he is still qualified to compete for the throne."

"Wait a minute."

Zhou Yiqiao interrupted Nangong Feiyu's talk.

"The Holy Emperor reached the late stage of Yuanying when he was only over four hundred years old. Yuanying monks live for thousands of years. Logically speaking, the Holy Emperor is in his prime. How could the three princes be so anxious to start a fight for the throne."

After hearing this, Nangong Feiyu sighed and explained.

"The Kingdom of Chu is, after all, a dynasty of cultivators. Those who will inherit the throne must not only know how to make good use of people, be considerate and love the people, but more importantly, they must have strong enough cultivation."

"Every Holy Emperor must confirm a prince to supervise the country after he succeeds to the throne for 150 years. From then on, most of the royal family's cultivation resources will be focused on this prince, in order to ensure that the Holy Emperor goes west. Previously, the prince's cultivation was able to advance to the Nascent Soul realm and maintain the stability of the court."

"Now the Holy Emperor has been in power for more than 130 years, and it's time for the princes to start to gather forces."

After hearing Nangong Feiyu's explanation, Zhou Yiqiao had a rough understanding of the Chu royal family. After thinking for a moment, he asked again.

"So Mr. Luo's true identity is a relative of the emperor, and the large number of spiritual plants stored in the Xuanwei Army's spiritual plant warehouse are all reserved for that prince?"

"good."

Nangong Feiyu clapped his hands, seeming to admire Zhou Yiqiao.

"Luo Laonai is the elder brother of the current Holy Emperor. He is extremely talented. He is as good as the current Third Prince."

"But Mr. Luo did not like government affairs and was devoted to immortality, so he did not participate in the battle for the throne. After His Majesty succeeded to the throne, he handed over the position of guarding the Lingzhi Warehouse to Mr. Luo."

"As for why this spiritual plant warehouse is located in the Xuanwei Army camp composed of casual cultivators, it has something to do with the Holy Master's grand plan."