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

Department of Tongyao, in the room of Seven Swords.

Zhou Yiqiao looked at Qijian whose complexion had returned to rosy, his eyes filled with relief.

Several days have passed since Qijian was besieged by the demon clan. After Zhou Yiqiao's treatment regardless of cost, Qijian finally recovered from his serious injuries.

"Thank you master for saving your life!"

Qijian struggled to kneel in front of Zhou Yiqiao, his voice full of gratitude.

Zhou Yiqiao helped Qijian up, patted his shoulder lightly and said.

"You are my right-hand man, and I should save you."

"It's just that the injury you suffered this time was too serious. Although you have generally recovered, your foundation has still been affected to a certain extent, and it will take some time to slowly heal."

Qijian nodded, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Master, don't worry, Seven Swords will recover as soon as possible and continue to work for the master!"

After the two were polite, the servants from Li Wenshi's house finally arrived at the Tongyao Division with the news about Li Wenshi's release from seclusion.

"Master Zhou, Elder Li has invited me."

The servant said to Zhou Yiqiao respectfully.

Zhou Yiqiao nodded and said to Qijian.

"You have just recovered and need more rest. I can go alone."

Qijian nodded and watched Zhou Yiqiao leave.

Zhou Yiqiao followed the servant to Li Wenshi's mansion, where Li Wenshi was already waiting in the main hall.

"Disciple Zhou Yiqiao has met Elder Li."

As a junior, Zhou Yiqiao should take the initiative to greet him.

Li Wenshi glanced at Zhou Yiqiao nonchalantly, without inviting Zhou Yiqiao to take a seat, and spoke straight to the point.

"Nephew Zhou Xian, you did a good job this time."

Zhou Yiqiao said humbly.

"Elder Li arranged it properly. Otherwise, I, the disciple, would not be able to convince the arrogant fellow Taoist Yuan with my own strength."

Li Wenshi didn't respond and said coldly.

"But don't be too happy too early. It will be easy for me to suppress your murder of Feng Jihai, but whether you can convince others depends on your attitude."

Zhou Yiqiao had long expected this calamity and was not surprised, he said humbly.

"Please let the elders speak clearly."

A trace of satisfaction flashed in Li Wenshi's eyes, what he wanted was Zhou Yiqiao's attitude.

"It's very simple. There are so many eyes in Windward City staring at the good deeds you have done. If I don't punish you at all, you will definitely not be able to convince the public."

"From now on, as long as you are still in Windward City, while serving in the Demon Communication Department, you will also go to the water prison to serve as the instructor of the prisoner army and train those death row prisoners to stop Youyou's mouth!"

Upon hearing Li Wenshi's request, Zhou Yiqiao's heart suddenly sank.

The so-called prisoner army under the command of Yingfeng City, or all the forces in Yongzhou, is different from the slave soldiers of the barbarians.

After the barbarian monks unified the wasteland and barbaric continents under the Great Khan, the large and small tribes were on equal footing.

After Haishan banned slaves, the status of slave soldiers among the major tribes has skyrocketed, and they have become a special branch of the barbarian army.

But it is different here in Yongzhou. The prisoner army is composed of death row prisoners. Except for some of these death row prisoners who committed extremely evil crimes and were captured by the Demon Sect, the rest are all barbarians captured on the battlefield.

No matter what type of person they are, they have been deprived of all rights by the Demon Sect, and even their lives no longer belong to them.

These people will be forced to take a pill called "Soul Locking Pill".

After taking this pill, the monk's sea of ​​consciousness will also be locked, and he will become confused and will only obey orders.

But despite the fact that these prisoner soldiers have lost their consciousness and are at the mercy of others, it is extremely troublesome to train them.

Because although the Soul Locking Pill can lock the monks' consciousness and make them obedient, it can also make them like wild beasts and difficult to tame.

For ordinary monks, let alone training these prisoner armies, even if they get close to them, they may be attacked indiscriminately.

Therefore, although the coach of the prisoner army sounds like a prestigious position, it is actually a hot potato that everyone knows.

If the monk who serves as the instructor is not strong enough and is not careful, he may be injured by the irrational prisoner army, or even lose his life.

Zhou Yiqiao was deeply unwilling, but he knew that this was the result of Li Wenshi's mercy, so he could only bow his head and accept the order.

"Disciple, obey."

Seeing Zhou Yiqiao being so knowledgeable, Li Wenshi said with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Nephew Zhou Xian, as long as you are obedient, I will certainly not treat you badly."

"Although this prisoner army is troublesome, it is not without profit."

"As long as you can train them to be more obedient, and if they come back alive on the battlefield in the future, the trophies collected on the battlefield will naturally be yours."

Zhou Yiqiao remained unmoved and forced a smile on his face.

No matter how stupid they are, they all know that these so-called prisoner armies are just consumables that consume the spiritual energy of the barbarian soldiers on the battlefield. There is no chance of coming back alive before they are completely dead.

Li Wenshi's words were tantamount to painting a cake for Zhou Yiqiao.

But Zhou Yiqiao could only pretend to cry with gratitude and said.

"Thank you to the elders for your cultivation. I will do my best in the future and never let down the elders' high expectations!"

Li Wenshi waved his hand and threw a black key to Zhou Yiqiao impatiently.

"Go ahead and don't let me down."

Zhou Yiqiao took the key with both hands and excused himself, turned around and left Li Wenshi's mansion.

Li Wenshi looked at Zhou Yiqiao's leaving figure, the cruel look in his eyes fleeting.

He knew that although Zhou Yiqiao was submissive on the surface, he might not be convinced by his elder's arrangement in his heart.

However, Li Wenshi didn't care.

All he wants is for Zhou Yiqiao to be obedient and be able to be used by him.

As for Zhou Yiqiao's inner thoughts, he didn't care or care.

After Zhou Yiqiao left Li Wenshi's mansion, he did not return directly to Tongyao Division, but came to a remote mansion in Windward City.

This mansion looks ordinary on the outside, but in fact it is full of institutions and hidden murderous intentions.

Zhou Yiqiao strode into the mansion, skillfully closed all the organs in the mansion, and entered a secret passage.

After walking through the secret passage for about a stick of incense, Zhou Yiqiao finally reached the end of the secret passage, pushed open a stone door, and entered a spacious underground secret room.

In the secret room, a dignified middle-aged man was sitting at a stone table, holding a black chess piece in his hand, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

This person is none other than Manager Chen, who was forcibly dismissed from office by Li Wenshi and is living at home!

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Manager Chen raised his head and saw Zhou Yiqiao walking in, with a smile on his face.

"Zhou Tianjiao, you are here."