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

After listening to Zhou Yiqiao's plan, Li Wenshi finally showed a hint of approval on his face.

"Well, you're certainly thoughtful."

His eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of what Zhou Yiqiao said.

Zhou Yiqiao smiled slightly and said.

"The elder has given you too much praise. The disciple is just trying his best to share the elder's worries."

Li Wenshi nodded and said solemnly.

"I'll leave this matter to you. If I can successfully win over the great demon who transforms into a god, I can treat the mess you caused as nothing."

Having said this, the old guy paused, his eyes flashing coldly, and there was a faint hint of fierceness.

"But if you fail, even if your master, Taoist White Bones, comes in person, he won't be able to save you!"

Zhou Yiqiao's body trembled in response, and he nodded respectfully in agreement.

"Yes, this disciple will certainly live up to the elder's trust!"

Seeing this, Li Wenshi nodded and disappeared from Zhou Yiqiao's sight in an instant just as he came.

Zhou Yiqiao watched Li Wenshi leave, and did not dare to look away until the other person's figure completely disappeared.

The smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by a look of deep contemplation.

Although Zhou Yiqiao said it easily in front of Li Wenshi, he knew that it would not be easy to implement this matter.

The great demon surnamed Yuan can be said to be a very mysterious existence in Windward City.

Zhou Yiqiao had heard about this demon from the servants of the Tongyao Department. It is said that the great demon named Yuan has unfathomable strength and an even more withdrawn and eccentric personality. He rarely appears in the city. It is not easy to win him over. .

"It seems that we have to make another trip to the Monster Clan's station before the Monster Clan has discussed the outcome of the response."

Zhou Yiqiao murmured to himself, his eyes flashing with determination.

His body swayed and turned into a ray of light, speeding towards the direction of the demon tribe's station.

Outside the Monster Clan's station, Zhou Yiqiao calmed down and walked quietly to the two Monster Clan guards at the door.

Before Zhou Yiqiao could speak, the two guards took a few steps back in horror, their eyes full of fear.

"Zhou...Mr. Zhou, what are you doing here?"

One of the guards asked in a trembling voice.

The plague god in front of them had just left the demon clan's station not long ago, and now he appeared here again, causing them to feel an inexplicable panic.

Zhou Yiqiao smiled slightly and cupped his hands.

"Brothers, I have something I want to ask to see your Brother Yuan. Can you let me know?"

The two guards looked at each other with embarrassed expressions on their faces.

Seeing that the two guards didn't move for a long time, Zhou Yiqiao smiled and said in relief.

"Don't worry, you two. Zhou always convinces people with reason. I just killed Feng Jihai after he attacked my subordinate. You two must have witnessed this with your own eyes."

As he spoke, he took out two bottles of cultivation elixirs from his storage bag and handed them into their hands calmly.

"Moreover, Zhou came here with sincerity this time, in order to turn the hostility into friendship with your brother Yuan. I hope it will be convenient for you two."

The two guards' eyes lit up, and they felt the rich spiritual energy contained in the elixir in their hands, and they couldn't help but feel a little moved in their hearts.

After Zhou Yiqiao deducted the salaries of all the demon monks, their cultivation progress slowed down several times compared to before.

Now that they have these two bottles of elixir, they can at least save them several months of hard work.

"Master Zhou, wait a moment, I will report to Brother Yuan right now."

One of the guards put away the elixir, turned around and ran towards the station.

Not long after, the guard walked out of the station with a smile on his face and bowed his hands to Zhou Yiqiao.

"Master Zhou, Brother Yuan, please come in."

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, he smiled slightly and followed the guard into the demon clan's station.

Because only half an hour had passed since Zhou Yiqiao killed Feng Jihai, the environment in the station had not changed much.

The deep pit that Feng Jihai created is still vivid in his mind, but Feng Jihai's body has disappeared. The demon monks who were watching have dispersed, leaving only a group of little demons busy repairing the buildings.

Zhou Yiqiao's eyes flashed slightly, and he followed the guard to a rather impressive courtyard.

The guard stopped and bowed his hands respectfully to Zhou Yiqiao.

"Master Zhou, Brother Yuan is inside, and the younger one will send you here."

Zhou Yiqiao nodded and said softly.

"Thank you."

He stepped into the courtyard and saw a burly demon monk sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, holding a spiritual fruit in his hand and tasting it to himself.

His face is delicate, his features are as deep as a knife and an axe, his eyes are as bright as stars, and his long hair is casually scattered. Except for the faint demonic aura that exudes from his body, there is no trace of a demon monk at all.

Zhou Yiqiao walked into the courtyard, his eyes fell on this demon, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, Mr. Zhou has taken the liberty of visiting us. I hope that Friend Daoist Yuan will not take offense."

He bowed his hands in a respectful manner.

The demon cultivator surnamed Yuan put down the spirit fruit in his hand and his eyes fell on Zhou Yiqiao. His whole figure was like a ruthless puppet, with no emotion in his eyes.

Zhou Yiqiao's heart moved, and he secretly activated the god-incarnation puppet in the storage bag, ready to deal with possible changes at any time.

Although the demon cultivator named Yuan in front of him looked calm and calm, Zhou Yiqiao did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

Although this demon is also only in the early stage of becoming a god, its strength is far superior to Feng Jihai's.

Zhou Yiqiao believed that even if he sacrificed the god puppet, he might not be able to get much benefit from the other party.

"You are so polite, Fellow Daoist Zhou. I wonder why Fellow Daoist Zhou came here this time?"

The voice of the demon cultivator surnamed Yuan was a little hoarse, like metal rubbing against each other, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Zhou Yiqiao smiled slightly and said.

"To be honest, Zhou came here this time on the order of Elder Li and wanted to unite with fellow Taoist Yuan."

The demon cultivator surnamed Yuan closed his hand and made a fist. He crushed the core of the spiritual fruit that was left over after eating it into powder.

"Yuan has been explaining things in simple terms since he arrived in Windward City. I wonder why Elder Li chose to join forces with me?"

He looked directly at Zhou Yiqiao, and Gujing Wubo's eyes seemed to be able to see through Zhou Yiqiao's heart.

Zhou Yiqiao was prepared and explained calmly.

"Elder Li chose Fellow Daoist Yuan, naturally because of Fellow Daoist Yuan's strength and influence."

"Any lowly cultivator in Windward City knows that although Fellow Daoist Yuan is low-key, he is the undisputed strongest among the three cultivators who transform gods and demons."

"Elder Li believes that if Fellow Daoist Yuan can join forces with the elders, it will help to better handle the conflict between the human and demon clans in Yingfeng City and prevent today's misunderstanding from happening again."

What he said was reasonable and reasonable. After he finished speaking, the entire courtyard fell into an eerie silence.