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

The sun rises and sets, the clouds gather and disperse, the ghost market has been bustling for ten days, and finally it’s the end.

Countless monks who were covered with masks escaped from the abyss one by one, and dispersed in all directions without stopping at all.

Zhou Yiqiao was no exception. After walking out of the ghost market with the crowd, he also found a direction and escaped as fast as he could.

However, he was different from most monks who were eager to leave. He stopped and walked, turned left and right, and walked for three days until he came to a quiet valley.

This is the trading place agreed between Zhou Yiqiao and the ghost market stall owners.

As soon as Zhou Yiqiao landed, the voice of the ghost market stall owner with the withered bone lotus came out from the darkness.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Hearing this familiar voice, a standard smile immediately appeared on Zhou Yiqiao's face, and he turned to look at the old man in a hood who slowly walked out from the shade of the tree.

"Senior is really on time, junior admires him."

The old man didn't fight with Zhou Yiqiao, he asked directly.

"You said that there are dragon scales and green leaves in your family, is this true?"

Zhou Yiqiao nodded and bowed with meticulous etiquette.

"Senior, please be patient. Dragon scales and green leaves are so precious. No matter how favored I am in the family, I will never leave the family residence with such a treasure."

"After meeting with the senior, the junior has sent a message to the clan, asking the elders to rush here with the dragon scale green leaves. Counting the time, we should be able to reach here today."

When the old man heard the words, his turbid eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze as sharp as a hawk, as if he was judging the authenticity of Zhou Yiqiao's words.

The reason why he made this deal with Zhou Yiqiao was not only because the dragon scales and green leaves were of great benefit to his cultivation.

More importantly, from Zhou Yiqiao's words, he guessed that the family of the young monk in front of him was a legendary and reclusive clan of immortal cultivators.

This type of family has a profound heritage and a long inheritance, which is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary monks.

If he could make a few friends, it would be of great benefit to him.

However, Zhou Yiqiao's cultivation level was too low after all, and it was difficult to tell the truth from what he said, so he naturally had to be more cautious.

Zhou Yiqiao was not in a hurry, standing aside and waiting quietly, always with a gentle smile on his face, like a well-educated and sensible young man from an aristocratic family.

"Senior, most of the elders in the family have weird personalities. After they arrived, they asked the seniors not to talk too much and leave everything to the juniors."

The old man nodded slightly, acceding to Zhou Yiqiao's request.

The two of them chatted like this, and it was sunset in the blink of an eye.

Just when the old man was getting a little impatient in waiting, four figures suddenly appeared around the valley, flying towards Zhou Yiqiao and the two from the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest.

These four people were the vendor in the ghost market who owned jade, and the other three stall owners who each owned strange treasures.

As soon as the four of them stepped into the valley, they immediately spotted Zhou Yiqiao and the old man. They immediately accelerated their escape speed and arrived in front of the two people in a moment.

"Is this the senior you were talking about?"

The jade vendor spoke first, looking at the old man with a look of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.

He could feel that the old man's aura was obscure and incomprehensible, and he was by no means an easy person to deal with.

Zhou Yiqiao smiled slightly, nodded and said.

"Yes, this senior is the one I told you about before."

Both parties didn't know the details. After greeting each other, they looked at each other in silence, cautiously waiting for Zhou Yiqiao's next move.

Zhou Yiqiao smiled secretly in his heart, this was exactly the situation he wanted.

The reason why he wanted to bring so many stall owners together to trade was to take advantage of the fact that both parties did not know each other to achieve the effect of confusing the public.

Only in this way can he facilitate his next plan.

Thinking like this, Zhou Yiqiao showed a somewhat apologetic smile on his face and bowed his hands towards everyone.

"Since the elders are unwilling to speak, it will be up to the juniors to organize this transaction."

After finishing speaking, a dark wind blew in the valley, evil spirits howled, and countless dark ghosts gathered from all directions, shrouding the entire valley in black mist.

Black mist filled the air, obscuring everyone's sight within a few breaths.

"No, it's a scam!"

Several of them were veterans in the world of cultivation. They noticed something was wrong as soon as the black mist filled the air.

However, under Zhou Yiqiao's deliberate guidance, both sides regarded the other as Zhou Yiqiao's protector, and no one took action for a while.

"Jie Jie."

The shrill laughter echoed above the valley, and countless ghost figures rolled and tore in the black mist, devouring each other, making a scalp-numbing chewing sound.

Zhou Yiqiao would not give a few people a chance to talk and discover the truth.

Before the few people could calm down, Zhou Yiqiao suddenly retreated and shouted loudly.

"Elder, I've tricked you into getting here, and I'll have to worry about the rest for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he ran away towards the valley without looking back, for fear that if he ran too slowly, he would be affected by the movement behind him.

"Damn it!"

Both parties were demonic monks, so how could they not understand the meaning of Zhou Yiqiao's words, and immediately realized that they had been tricked by this kid.

But at this moment, there was no room for them to think too much.

As Zhou Yiqiao left, the black mist in the valley became thicker.

Although this black mist cannot block the spiritual consciousness of the monks, it is enough to prevent them from easily seeing each other's movements.

In a panic, some people want to retreat quickly, while others want to fight to the death!

Zhou Yiqiao had no need to take action against this desperate man. As for the two vendors who were about to retreat and escape, how could Zhou Yiqiao let them go so easily?

"Where are you two going?"

Zhou Yiqiao's voice suddenly sounded from behind the two stall owners who had escaped and died in the chaos, with a hint of joking and coldness.

The two of them were startled and turned around hurriedly, only to see Zhou Yiqiao standing not far away with an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

At this moment, the shackles of the spirit-binding armor had long been released, and Zhou Yiqiao's spiritual pressure surged like waves, unabashedly revealed in their eyes.

"You...you are a monk who transforms into gods!"

One of the stall owners exclaimed, with a look of horror on his face.

The spiritual pressure emanating from Zhou Yiqiao's body was completely beyond the reach of an ordinary god-forming monk.

At this moment, the two stall owners who escaped from the valley realized that where there are so-called hidden ancestors and where there are so-called protectors, all of this is just a trap by Zhou Yiqiao!

Zhou Yiqiao sneered and slowly approached the two of them, his eyes like knives piercing their souls.

"You two, why are you leaving in such a hurry? Our deal hasn't been completed yet."

His voice was cold and deep, as if coming from the Nine Nether Hells, making people shudder.