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

"As expected, he is a cultivator that Lin Muzhi values."

Faintly, a charming voice was heard.

"These past few days, I have been traveling with that filthy Zhao Qi. I thought it would be a duel between the two of us, but I didn't expect that you would win."

As the words fell, Han Yan's graceful figure emerged from the shadows.

At this moment, she no longer had the cold look she had before, instead, she was filled with a breathtaking beauty.

Her clothes turned into a pink tulle dress, revealing her white and delicate shoulders, exquisite and attractive collarbones, and her arms as slender and smooth as snow lotus roots. Her skin was delicate and gave off a charming luster.

"So you are the spy planted among us by the Shadow Alliance."

Zhou Yiqiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and was not at all disturbed by Han Yan's change, as if the other party was still the same Han Yan.

But if you look closely, you can see that the look in his eyes when he looked at Han Yan was full of disgust.

"Haha, you idiots really think that our Shadow Alliance is a good group of people?"

Han Yan sneered and slowly approached Zhou Yiqiao.

As she approached Zhou Yiqiao, she raised her right hand, and a pink smoke floated out from her palm, quickly filling the entire stone chamber.

"Damn, what did you do!"

Zhou Yiqiao frowned slightly. He felt that the pink smoke contained a strange power that could disturb people's minds.

"This is the 'Soul-Losing Smoke' specially made by our Shadow Alliance. It can make you lose your combat effectiveness without you even noticing."

Han Yan laughed softly, her voice was full of temptation at this moment, as if it could attract people's souls.

Zhou Yiqiao frowned even deeper.

But the next moment, his eyes lost focus and he fell into a brief trance.

"Zhou Yiqiao, let me ask you, how did you find out that I was not dead?"

Han Yan's voice sounded in Zhou Yiqiao's ears, with a hint of curiosity.

Zhou Yiqiao calmed himself down and tried to stay awake, but the power of the drug-induced smoke was like a leech attached to his bones, making it difficult for him to completely get rid of it.

"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner can absorb the souls of the dead... I found that your soul did not appear in the stone chamber, so I suspected that you were faking your death."

Zhou Yiqiao spoke with difficulty, his voice revealing fatigue.

"I see."

Han Yan licked her lips with her tongue, and her voice became more charming.

“Nice ability.”

"How about you follow me and be my slave from now on?"

"If you agree to do my part, I can spare your life and let the Shadow Alliance find someone from Xishu City to serve as a sacrifice in your place."

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a feeling of powerlessness.

He had a feeling that if he agreed, he would completely become a slave to this charming woman, lose his freedom and dignity, and would never be able to stand up again.

"I......"

Zhou Yiqiao opened his mouth several times, but his strong willpower suppressed the words and he did not utter the word "willing".

But the more Zhou Yiqiao became, the more Han Yan liked him.

She walked in lotus steps to Zhou Yiqiao's front, slightly opened her cherry lips, and another red mist came out of her mouth and flew straight into Zhou Yiqiao's face.

"You are so strong-willed. It makes me admire you even more."

Han Yan's voice became more and more charming, making people intoxicated.

However, just as the red mist was about to touch Zhou Yiqiao, Zhou Yiqiao's confused eyes instantly regained clarity.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Han Yan's jade neck, and lifted her into the air.

"You...how could you possibly..."

Han Yan's face was filled with horror and there was disbelief in her voice.

Zhou Yiqiao stretched his neck and let out a long sigh.

"call!"

With his action, the red mist dissipated instantly, and the entire stone chamber returned to its original appearance.

"If I didn't have a magical weapon to protect my spiritual consciousness, I would have fallen into your trap."

Zhou Yiqiao spoke lightly, and the Luohou Soul-Capture Stele, which had not been used for many years, slowly appeared from nothingness and hovered above his head.

"Spiritual protection magic weapon? You..."

Han Yan's heart was in turmoil at this moment. She had calculated everything, but she had never expected that Zhou Yiqiao would actually have a spiritual protection magic weapon of the acquired ancient treasure level!

"Let...let me go, I can tell you how to leave this place."

Han Yan pleaded in a low voice. At this moment, she had completely lost the desire to resist.

Zhou Yiqiao snorted coldly, not bothering to listen to her nonsense.

Spiritual light surged in his hands, and the Netherworld Demon Swords clashed.

The sword blade swept across, and Han Yan's head fell off and rolled to the side.

Han Yan's body fell to the ground, her once charming eyes now widened, filled with unwillingness and despair.

Until her death, she never imagined that she would fall into Zhou Yiqiao's hands.

Peace returned to the stone chamber, with only Zhou Yiqiao left.

He glanced at the corpses on the ground, and there was no ripple in his heart.

In the world of immortal cultivation, life and death are just the norm, and he has long been accustomed to this indifference.

Using the Netherworld Demon Sword to cut off the four people, Zhou Yiqiao followed Li Chengxian's method and placed the four people on four empty cushions.

As the four heads fell into place, a black light appeared out of nowhere, wrapping the entire formation with the locations of the eight cushions as the boundaries.

The black light was like a cocoon, gently trembling as it wrapped the eight heads inside, slowly devouring and melting them, and finally disappearing into nothingness.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely powerful yin energy surged up from the eight cushions and gathered on the black statue in the center of the formation.

The runes on the statue were quickly charged by Yin energy, emitting a faint light that was creepy.

Soon, the yin and yang heads on the eight cushions were completely absorbed by the black statue, and the entire formation suddenly burst out with a surge of murderous energy.

The evil spirit was so strong that it squeezed out almost all the supplies in the stone chamber, making it difficult for Zhou Yiqiao to breathe.

"Why hasn't the door to this stone chamber been opened yet?"

Zhou Yiqiao looked towards the stone gate, a solemn look appeared between his brows, and he felt vaguely worried.

Although it was unclear how the Eight Direction Moving Technique stole the spiritual vein of the Tianxuan Sect, Zhou Yiqiao could clearly feel that the evil power released when this technique was in operation had begun to invade his body.

If I delay in this stone house for any longer, I will probably be invaded by the evil spirit.

As time passed, Zhou Yiqiao's breathing gradually became heavier.

Just when his consciousness was about to be eroded by the evil power and he was about to stop thinking, the door of the stone chamber finally opened.

"Boom!"

A dull sound was heard, and the huge iron chains made a clanging sound.

Zhou Yiqiao felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly collected the four people's storage bags and walked out of this place of trouble.