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

A few days later, under the guidance of Zhao Youyuan and Su Zimo, Zhou Yiqiao successfully left the caravan and arrived at the gate of the Beihuang Holy Sect.

As the top power in the Northern Wilderness of Central Continent, the Northern Wilderness Holy Sect has an extraordinary atmosphere.

Zhou Yiqiao stood on a high slope and looked from afar. He saw the majestic and magnificent buildings of the Beihuang Holy Sect stretching endlessly.

These buildings are cleverly laid out according to the direction of the mountains and the height of the terrain. Most of them are made of rocks and wood unique to the northern wilderness, presenting a simple and wild style.

At the very front of the sect is a huge stone gate, which is engraved with complex runes and is filled with traces of vicissitudes of time.

Next to the stone gate, there are many stone pillars, giant bells and stone platforms. On each building, there are carvings of monsters unique to the Northern Wilderness. They are lifelike, as if they will take off into the sky at any time.

"It is really different from other holy sects in Central Continent."

Zhou Yiqiao sighed, then took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the mountain gate.

"Who is coming? Tell me your name!"

The sect's guards soon noticed him and stepped forward and shouted.

Zhou Yiqiao stopped, smiled slightly, took out the ring that Chen Fan had given him, and bowed.

"Next week, I will come to visit the Northern Wasteland Holy Sect to look for my old friend Chen Fan."

When the guard saw the ring in Zhou Yiqiao's hand, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This ring is a symbol of the identity of their sect leader, the Ancient Immortal Lord, and only very few disciples of the Holy Sect can possess it.

They didn't expect that Zhou Yiqiao could actually come up with such a token.

"Oh? So you're Brother Chen's friend. I'm so sorry!"

The guard quickly bowed with a look of respect on his face.

"Senior Brother Chen?"

Zhou Yiqiao was slightly startled, then he realized that Chen Fan had said that he was the direct disciple of the Ancient Immortal Lord, so naturally he had to call him Senior Brother Chen in front of these guards.

"Please be patient, Senior. I will report this to Senior Brother Chen immediately."

The guard bowed respectfully and took out a small sound transmission talisman from his bosom.

This sound transmission talisman is crystal clear. If you look closely, you can find that it is densely engraved with complex array patterns. It is obviously a magical instrument for transmitting information.

"Brother Chen, there is a senior who claims to be Zhou Yiqiao, holding your token, asking to see you outside the mountain gate."

The guard placed the sound transmission note to his lips and spoke softly.

The sound flowed through the sound transmission note formation, forming an imperceptible sound wave that crossed the void and spread towards the depths of the sect.

Zhou Yiqiao waited quietly by the side. He knew that in such a huge sect, the transmission of information naturally needed to rely on these magical instruments. This was also common in the cultivation world.

A moment later, the sound transmission note suddenly emitted a soft light, and then Chen Fan's voice came to the guard's ears, clear and calm.

"Brother Zhou is here to visit us. Please invite him in. I am meeting my master in the main hall of the sect. Please bring him to my residence first."

After hearing Chen Fan's instructions, the guard immediately bowed respectfully to Zhou Yiqiao and said.

"Senior Zhou, please."

Zhou Yiqiao nodded slightly, then followed the guards into the mountain gate of the Beihuang Holy Sect.

As soon as he entered the sect, he felt a strong pressure coming towards him.

This pressure was like a substance, heavy and deep, as if an invisible giant hand was slowly squeezing Zhou Yiqiao's body.

He could clearly feel that every cell in his body was trembling slightly under this pressure, as if undergoing some deep-level adjustment and reorganization.

Zhou Yiqiao's cultivation is profound, and his body has been tempered countless times and has reached an extremely strong level.

However, even he felt a little uncomfortable under this pressure.

This made him even more curious about where this pressure came from.

He turned to look at the guard and asked.

"My fellow Taoist, I wonder what caused this pressure?"

The guard watched Zhou Yiqiao's blood surging in his body. Although he faced such a powerful pressure for the first time, he did not show any fear. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Zhou Yiqiao was indeed worthy of being Chen Fan's best friend.

"To answer Senior Zhou, this pressure is the pressure emitted by the guardian beast of our Northern Wasteland Holy Sect."

"Senior Divine Beast follows the orders of the Sect Master and has been entrenched deep within the sect all year round, protecting the safety of the entire sect while releasing pressure for the disciples to use in their daily physical training."

"The guardian beast?"

Zhou Yiqiao's heart moved, and he was full of curiosity about this legendary existence.

The guard nodded and continued to explain.

"That's right. The guardian beast of our Northern Wasteland Holy Sect is an ancient dragon turtle named 'Xuan Huang'."

"The power of Senior Divine Beast is unfathomable, and his pressure covers the entire sect. According to rumors from disciples who have seen Senior's true appearance, Senior Divine Beast's strength has reached the peak of transcending tribulation, and he is one of the strongest fighting forces in the sect."

"..."

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao was secretly shocked.

He is at the peak of transcending tribulation and is only one step away from the Mahayana realm. He can be said to be the undisputed strongest person among those old monsters who have been hiding from the world in the four holy places.

"The strength of the Northern Wasteland Holy Sect is obviously much greater than that of other Central Continent Holy Sects. If it were not located in the relatively resource-poor Northern Wasteland, it might have developed into the fifth largest holy land."

While pondering in his heart, Zhou Yiqiao, under the pressure from Senior Xuan Huang, followed the guard to Chen Fan's residence.

Chen Fan's residence is located on an oasis, surrounded by lush ancient trees, and the spiritual energy is so rich that it can almost condense into droplets.

Compared with other places in the Beihuang Holy Sect, the environment here is more quiet and mysterious, as if it is a forgotten paradise.

The guard took Zhou Yiqiao through a series of spiritual plant gardens and finally came to an exquisite courtyard.

The gate of the courtyard is made of precious rosewood and is carved with exquisite patterns, making it look simple and elegant.

The guard gently pushed open the door and led Zhou Yiqiao into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, a small building stands in the center. In front of the building is a clear pond with a few clever fish swimming in the water, occasionally jumping out of the water, splashing water.

Some rare spiritual plants are planted around the courtyard, and the air is filled with a refreshing fragrance that can concentrate the mind and spirit.

"Senior Zhou, this is where Senior Brother Chen lives. Please make yourself at home."

The guard said respectfully, then retreated, leaving the courtyard to Zhou Yiqiao.

Zhou Yiqiao looked around, feeling the spiritual energy in the courtyard and the pressure of the Black and Yellow Dragon Turtle, and secretly admired it in his heart.

The environment here is undoubtedly excellent for cultivation. The spiritual energy is rich but not dry, and the pressure is moderate but not harmful. It is the place of retreat that all body cultivators dream of.

"Brother Chen really knows how to enjoy himself."

Zhou Yiqiao sighed, but he didn't expect to hear Chen Fan's response suddenly from outside the door.

"If Brother Zhou likes, you can live here permanently."