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

After reluctantly revealing the matter, Zhou Yiqiao immediately told Qing Jimeng about his current situation.

"I suspect that the Great Elder has guessed that I am only pretending to be in seclusion and have actually left Qinjian Villa, so he is using the Wang family of Tieque Mountain to test the waters."

"I just don't know how they locked onto the Tianxuan Sect..."

Qing Jimeng frowned and thought deeply after hearing this.

"As far as I know, the Wang family is the absolute local tyrant in the Tieque Mountain area."

"The third son of the Wang family is even known as the number one prodigy within tens of thousands of miles of Tieque Mountain. His training speed is amazing, and he was accepted as a disciple by the Sword Pavilion very early on."

"Logically speaking, the Wang family of Tieque Mountain has the support of Jiange, so there is absolutely no reason for them to wade into the muddy water of Qinjian Villa."

The two discussed for a long time but could not come to a conclusion, so Qing Jimeng asked Zhou Yiqiao to be patient and wait for her instructions before making a decision.

"You were able to decide to leave Tianxuan Sect first, which shows that your judgment is quite sharp."

Qing Jimeng nodded slightly, expressing his approval of Zhou Yiqiao's decision.

"Next, I will send some people to secretly investigate this matter. At the same time, you must also protect yourself and don't let the people on the side of the Great Elder discover your whereabouts."

"Yes, Zhou understands."

Zhou Yiqiao replied respectfully.

"Also, since you have decided to settle down in this casual cultivator market, then run your medicine shop well. Perhaps this place can also become our secret base for rendezvous in the future."

Qing Jimeng added.

"Zhou obeys the order of the young lady."

Zhou Yiqiao agreed again.

At this point in the conversation, Qing Jimeng lost interest in continuing.

She waved her hand lightly, left a sentence "wait for my news", and the figure in the voice-transmitting treasure gradually disappeared, as if she had never appeared.

Zhou Yiqiao looked into the empty room, his eyes deep and distant, and no one knew what he was thinking.

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In the following months, Qing Jimeng did not take the initiative to contact Zhou Yiqiao.

Zhou Yiqiao enjoyed his free time and gave his shop a nickname - "Qingdan Pavilion".

There is nothing special about Qingdan Pavilion. It opens at chenshi and closes at youshi every day and never rests for a single day.

Of course, with Zhou Yiqiao's deliberate indulgence, the business of Qingdan Pavilion has always remained lukewarm, neither causing jealousy from others nor arousing suspicion from others due to operating at a loss.

Due to the special nature of the market town, there were many Zoroastrian monks with demon characteristics passing by the gate of Qingdan Pavilion.

These cultivators are all from the demon tribe of Zoroastrianism. They travel between the two continents all year round. Every time they buy elixirs from Zhou Yiqiao's Qingdan Pavilion, they can bring him a lot of news from the outside world.

For example, a spiritual herb merchant caravan of a certain sect in Zhongzhou was robbed again in Zoroastrianism, or a senior from the demon clan was promoted to the realm of refining emptiness and was about to hold a pilgrimage ceremony.

Although each and every one of these things had nothing to do with Zhou Yiqiao's current situation, they brought a lot of fun to his peaceful life.

One day, Zhou Yiqiao sent away the shop servants and was about to close the shop when a tall, rough-looking monk walked into the pharmacy.

Although his clothes were not fancy, his cultivation was only at the peak of the foundation building stage, and his blood and energy were weak. It was obvious that he had just experienced a tough battle and was at a disadvantage.

The monk Zhou Yiqiao had seen this kind of situation before these days, so he was not surprised at all and just spoke symbolically.

"Sir, what would you like to buy?"

The burly man gasped and spoke with difficulty.

"Give me some healing pills, quickly, I need them urgently."

Seeing this, Zhou Yiqiao knew that this cultivator might really be in big trouble, so he didn't ask any more questions and quickly took out a few bottles of healing pills suitable for foundation-building cultivators from behind the counter.

"These are some of the best healing pills in our store. The prices are clearly marked on the bottles."

Yiqiao handed the pill to the rough man and reminded him.

"However, your injuries appear to be serious. Although these pills can temporarily relieve the pain, it is best to find a safe place to recuperate to prevent your injuries from getting worse."

The burly man took the pill and glanced at it. He did not respond to Zhou Yiqiao's concern. He threw a bag of spirit stones to Zhou Yiqiao and hurriedly left Qingdan Pavilion.

Looking at the man's departing back, Zhou Yiqiao frowned slightly.

He always felt that there was something unusual about this monk, but he couldn't tell exactly what was unusual about him.

His mind moved, and he calmly performed the Golden Dragon Qi-Seeing Technique, his eyes fixed on the back of the burly man.

Soon, a wisp of light golden aura slowly flowed out from the man's body, condensed into a light golden little dragon above his head, maintained for three breaths, and disappeared into the sky and earth.

"Golden luck!?"

Zhou Yiqiao was greatly shocked!

The Golden Dragon's Qi-Gazing Technique divides qi into six grades: gray, white, blue, purple, gold, and red.

Among them, the gray luck represents that the person has suffered a catastrophic disaster and will have a short life. The remaining colors gradually increase from white to red, and so on.

Zhou Yiqiao didn't expect that the person in front of him, who was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, was actually a genuine Golden Dragon Luck Person!

With such luck, if nothing unexpected happens in the future path of cultivation, it can be said that he will almost certainly become a hegemon and even have the hope of reaching the legendary supreme realm.

"But unfortunately, you met me..."

The light in Zhou Yiqiao's eyes gradually faded, and his pupils became as dark as a deep well.

This time of observing the qi, Zhou Yiqiao spent fifty years of his life, and there was no possibility of missing this opportunity.

After closing the Danqing Pavilion, he quickly changed his spiritual pressure and appearance and followed the burly man out of the market.

The man was extremely careful. Although it was obvious that he was very nervous, he tried his best to suppress the desire to look around. In addition, because he was seriously injured and his face was pale, most monks took a detour and did not pay too much attention to him.

The two of them walked forward and soon left the bustling market town.

The man quickened his pace immediately after walking out of the market town, but he only circled around the market town and did not leave directly.

Obviously he was trying to confirm whether he had been tracked.

Zhou Yiqiao was not in a hurry and maintained an appropriate distance, so as not to let the other party notice him while also not losing his target.

Night falls and the moon is dim.

Zhou Yiqiao followed the man outside the market for two hours before he finally saw him stop and quietly disappear into a very secluded forest.

Next, the two men walked one after the other for several hours, until the sky was slightly bright, and the rough man stopped in a deserted cave.

Zhou Yiqiao observed from afar and saw that the man did not come out after entering the cave.

He released his divine sense and confirmed that there was nothing unusual within a thousand miles before slowly following.