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

"Since everyone has no objection, I would like to trouble Brother Lin to send someone to deliver all these spiritual objects to Wangu Mountain in the Netherworld Demon Realm and hand them over to a cultivator named Chu Tianxing."

Zhou Yiqiao put the remaining spiritual objects into several storage bags, then pushed them in front of Lin Yue and others, bowing and saying.

"No problem, Brother Zhou, don't worry."

“After Lin and others return to Qinjian Villa, I will immediately send people to Wangu Mountain.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Yue immediately stood up and bowed.

Zhou Yiqiao also stood up and greeted everyone in return.

"Although I have temporarily cut off the Great Elder's arm, until the situation is completely stabilized, I will remain here incognito and help the young lady deal with other trivial matters."

"Everyone, please take care. I won't see you off any further."

Lin Yue nodded.

"Brother Zhou, take care!"

The others also said goodbye to Zhou Yiqiao and left Qingdan Pavilion.

After they all left Qingdan Pavilion, Zhou Yiqiao finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked to the table and sat down.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Yiqiao turned his gaze to his right palm.

The sword moves in the Lingxiao Sword Manual are mediocre, even inferior to some moves of ordinary knights.

But when Zhou Yiqiao touched the Lingxiao Sword Sutra just now, the Samsara Monument had been transmitting a familiar throbbing sensation through his right palm.

"Could it be that this Lingxiao Sword Scripture is related to the Samsara Monument?"

As the thought came to his mind, Zhou Yiqiao spread the Lingxiao Sword Scripture flat on the table, gently pressed his hands on the large ancient seal characters on the cover, and slowly closed his eyes.

The reincarnation monument in his body sensed his movement and immediately burst out with a soft light, which passed through Zhou Yiqiao's palm and seeped into the cover of the Lingxiao Sword Sutra.

Zhou Yiqiao felt that a mysterious and obscure sword energy came out from the cover of the Lingxiao Sword Sutra and flowed into his body.

This sword energy was extremely pure, like the purest sword intent in the world, without any impurities.

Zhou Yiqiao only felt that in his sea of ​​consciousness, there seemed to be lines of sword energy spinning wildly, forming a huge vortex of sword energy.

In his mind, it seemed as if thousands of sword shadows were dancing, and each sword shadow contained different sword intent. Some were as sharp as the wind, some were as gentle as water, some were as heavy as a mountain, and some were as ethereal as clouds.

As the sword energy continued to pour in, Zhou Yiqiao's consciousness gradually immersed in the sword intent of the Lingxiao Sword Sutra.

He felt as if he was in a world made up of countless sword energies, and each sword energy was like a living spirit, jumping, spinning, and interweaving around him.

Although these sword energies seem chaotic, if you take a closer look, they seem to follow some mysterious rules.

As the sword energy flowed, Zhou Yiqiao's spiritual consciousness gradually touched the edge of these laws.

"Lingxiao Sword Scripture, so that's what it is!"

At this moment, a flash of enlightenment suddenly came into Zhou Yiqiao's mind.

He discovered that the sword moves in the Lingxiao Sword Scripture were not simple means of attack, but an exploration and comprehension of the essence of swordsmanship.

Every move and every style contains different artistic conception, and these artistic conceptions are intertwined and integrated with each other, forming an extremely profound sword intent.

However, just as Zhou Yiqiao was trying to comprehend the sword intent more deeply, he vaguely heard someone's cold snort in his ears.

"Humph!"

The next moment, a strong recoil force burst out from the Lingxiao Sword Sutra, and Zhou Yiqiao's consciousness was like being hit by a sledgehammer and was instantly bounced back.

His face turned pale, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he was forcibly pulled back to reality from that mysterious state.

"Cough cough..."

Zhou Yiqiao covered his chest and coughed violently a few times. He did not bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He hurriedly took out a pen and paper to write down the feelings he had just experienced.

Zhou Yiqiao sat at the desk. Although he felt uncomfortable, his eyes became more determined.

He understood what this realization meant to his sword practice.

Although his spiritual consciousness was severely damaged, if he could successfully comprehend the essence of the Lingxiao Sword Sutra, all this would be worth it.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm his disordered breath, and once again placed his hands lightly on the cover of the Lingxiao Sword Sutra.

The Samsara Monument started to work again, and a new connection was established with the Lingxiao Sword Sutra.

This time, he did not rush to go deeper, but slowly, step by step, guided the many sword energies of the Lingxiao Sword Sutra into his sea of ​​consciousness.

He condensed his spiritual consciousness into tiny threads and gently touched the sword energy, trying to find a more gentle way to integrate it.

As time passed, beads of sweat covered Zhou Yiqiao's forehead, but his heart became more and more open.

After countless attempts and adjustments, he finally found a way to coexist harmoniously with the sword energy.

"That's it!"

Deep in his heart, a sense of enlightenment was like the breaking light of dawn, illuminating his entire sea of ​​consciousness.

With the arrival of this enlightenment, the sword energy in the Lingxiao Sword Sutra began to merge into his sea of ​​consciousness in a more natural way.

Each sword energy seemed to have found a home, flowing freely in his consciousness, and finally converging into clear sword intent.

Just then, a vision appeared.

The entire space within the Qingdan Pavilion seemed to be affected by the sword intent and began to undergo subtle changes.

The spiritual energy in the air began to gather towards Zhou Yiqiao, forming a huge spiritual energy vortex.

This vortex echoed with the vortex of sword intent, forming a wonderful resonance.

In the vortex of spiritual energy, lights of various colors intertwined and flickered, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

These rays of light were constantly absorbed by the vortex of sword intent and transformed into more refined sword energy, further enhancing Zhou Yiqiao's sword intent.

A faint light began to emanate from Zhou Yiqiao's body. This light echoed with the vortex of sword intent and the vortex of spiritual energy, forming a perfect cycle.

His body seemed to have turned into a huge energy field, attracting the surrounding spiritual energy to flow in continuously.

Finally, when the vortex of sword intent and the vortex of spiritual energy reached a perfect balance, the strange phenomenon suddenly dissipated, and all the spiritual energy returned to its original position in an instant, as if nothing had ever happened, it was too peaceful.

Zhou Yiqiao slowly opened his eyes, and there was a deep and bright light flashing in his eyes, as if he could see through everything in the world.

He stood up, walked into the courtyard, and swung his sword casually.

This sword may seem simple, but it contains the ultimate truth between heaven and earth, as if it can activate the laws of nature.

The sword energy drew graceful arcs in the air, and every turn of the arc seemed so natural and harmonious.

"Gathering all things and transforming all things, it is born from the Lingxiao Sword Scripture, so let's call this sword intent the Lingxiao Sword Intention..."