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

"After the Holy Emperor succeeded to the throne, he drastically reformed the government, recruited talents, and recruited a large number of capable casual cultivators to gather under the Holy Emperor."

"In order to show the importance he attaches to these monks, the Holy Emperor specially formed an army called the Xuanwei Army, and at the same time allowed the monks in the Xuanwei Army to exchange their military merits for the spiritual herbs in the spiritual plant warehouse."

"The Holy Emperor's move kills two birds with one stone. Not only does it win over the hearts of casual cultivators, but it can also use the Xuanwei Army to defend the spiritual plant warehouse."

Nangong Feiyu told all the secrets of the Xuanwei Army in a very organized manner.

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao expressed his doubts.

"Since the spiritual plant warehouse is so important, how could it be the turn of someone with low cultivation and no background like me?"

Nangong Feiyu did not answer this question directly, but gave an ambiguous explanation.

"The vision of a powerful person like Mr. Luo is not comparable to that of Foundation Establishment monks like us."

"I only know that apart from fellow Taoist Zhou, there has never been a casual cultivator with alchemy skills willing to work in the Lingzhi Warehouse."

Seeing that Nangong Feiyu obviously didn't want to disclose the matter, Zhou Yiqiao had no intention of talking. He raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

He asked Nangong Feiyu about his true intention of meeting him in secret today.

"Fellow Taoist Nangong is so careful to meet Zhou in secret, shouldn't it just be a simple reminder of Zhou?"

Nangong Feiyu smiled and waved his hand.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou is indeed very smart!"

"To tell you the truth, the purpose of summoning Fellow Daoist Zhou this time is to let Fellow Daoist Zhou join our forces and serve the little prince."

Zhou Yiqiao secretly thought that, sure enough, while he was alert in his heart, he pretended to be confused and asked.

"Fellow Taoist Nangong is a bit joking. I am alone and my cultivation level is only at the foundation-building level. I believe that I cannot influence this important matter of seizing the direct descendant."

Zhou Yiqiao calmly expressed his refusal.

Nangong Feiyu seemed to have already known that Zhou Yiqiao would react this way. He was silent for a while and then spoke out.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, don't be anxious. As long as you join the little prince's forces, not to mention the cultivation resources, in the future, after the little prince inherits the throne, you will also have the power to follow the dragon."

Seeing that Nangong Feiyu was still entangled, Zhou Yiqiao became completely cold.

"Fellow Taoist Nangong, there is no need to persuade me. With so many years of experience as a casual cultivator, I know that the most important thing is to have self-awareness. For such a major event for the dynasty, there is no need to invite a small cultivator like me in the market."

"Farewell!"

After Zhou Yiqiao finished speaking, he clasped his fists, ignored Nangong Feiyu's ugly expression, and flew away using the Quicksand Movement Technique.

Looking at Zhou Yiqiao's leaving figure, Nangong Feiyu, who had been smiling unabated, had a cold look in his eyes. He tugged at the corner of his mouth and said to himself in a cold tone.

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."

With a wave of his sleeves and robe, his figure flickered and disappeared into the night.

……

After returning to his residence in Lingzhi Warehouse, Zhou Yiqiao paced uneasily to the window, looking out at the dark sky outside the window with complicated emotions.

Although he had clearly rejected Nangong Feiyu's invitation, he still felt very uneasy.

Zhou Yiqiao knew very well that the dispute between the princes was too involved, and there was a risk of death if he was not careful. Since he had no background, a clear refusal would undoubtedly bring more advantages than disadvantages.

It was just that Nangong Feiyu's unabashed murderous intent after his rejection made Zhou Yiqiao feel a strong sense of crisis.

Zhou Yiqiao lamented that the world was difficult and dangerous, and couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Just as he was thinking wildly, a rapid knock on the door suddenly sounded, breaking the silent atmosphere in the house.

"Who?"

Zhou Yiqiao frowned and shouted.

He lives in the hall outside the stone room. He originally chose this place as his residence because few people usually pass by here.

Hearing Zhou Yiqiao's slightly vigilant scolding, the person who knocked on the door hurriedly explained.

"I am a servant of the Nangong family. On the order of Young Master Nangong, I have sent a gift to Mr. Zhou."

After Zhou Yiqiao heard this, he released his spiritual consciousness and glanced at the door. There was indeed a servant with Qi Refining Dzogchen cultivation standing at the door holding a square box.

"Zhou is at a critical stage of practice and it's not appropriate to stop practicing. Just put that thing at the door. Zhou will check it after he finishes practice!"

Zhou Yiqiao didn't want to have anything to do with the Nangong family anymore, so he casually found an excuse and wanted the servant to leave.

However, the slave sent by Nangong Feiyu was very stubborn.

After listening to Zhou Yiqiao's perfunctory answer, he insisted on meeting Zhou Yiqiao.

"Master Zhou, please be patient. If I don't hand this thing over to you personally, I will definitely be killed by the young master when I go back."

Seeing his stubbornness, Zhou Yiqiao felt cold in his heart and shouted sharply.

"Put it down immediately and start. If it affects your cultivation, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves to release a burst of magic power, warning the servant at the door.

Unexpectedly, before Zhou Yiqiao's attack came down, the restrictions in the house suddenly lit up, a harsh sound came, and the door was knocked open by a huge force.

Just look at the Nangong family servant with a sinister smile on his face, holding a shimmering orb in his right hand, which obviously has the effect of breaking the restriction.

This servant walked in grandly, his cultivation level rising steadily, and he soon advanced to the middle stage of foundation building.

He took out a head from the wooden box, threw it to Zhou Yiqiao, and said with a sneer.

"This is a gift from my young master. Remember to keep it. Don't mistake your companion on the road to hell!"

The head rolled down at his feet. Zhou Yiqiao took a closer look and saw that it was Zhang Xiongde who had just said goodbye to him during the day!

Thanks to Zhou Yiqiao's natural alertness, he sacrificed Sikong Pan the moment he saw Zhang Xiongde's head. All his spiritual power poured into Sikong Pan, blocking the servant's sudden attack.

"Kill the Xuanwei Army soldiers, you are defying the king's law!"

Zhou Yiqiao deliberately summoned his spiritual power and shouted loudly, hoping to notify his colleagues in the camp to come for support.

The servant seemed to be confident, and he didn't attack rashly after missing a hit.

He looked at Zhou Yiqiao and said sarcastically.

"Wang Fa? As long as the prince can supervise the country, my Nangong family will be the leader of Conglong, and Young Master Nangong will be Wang Fa!"

"The young master said that I would give you one last chance. As long as you agree to work for the little prince and provide the elixirs in the spiritual plant warehouse to the little prince's cronies in advance, I will spare your life!"

Having said this, the servant paused, stared at Zhou Yiqiao and continued to add.

"But if you are still stubborn, I will kill you here. Even if you are dead by then, the little prince will cultivate a new warehouse deacon in the Xuanwei Army."

"Master Nangong said, 'Don't make mistakes.'"