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

The tree man named Gregor should be very prestigious in the Emerald Tribe. When he stood up, the noisy tent immediately quieted down.

"Your Majesty, Glico would like to ask, who is the senior executive of Qinjian Villa who made the request to Your Majesty?"

Gregor asked in a deep voice.

The tree people looked at each other and pondered for a while before they heard the tree person called Khan King slowly speak.

"It's the grandson of the Great Elder and the eldest son of Qinjian Villa - Wei Minghao. He is here on the orders of the Great Elder to pass on the message."

When Gregor heard Wei Minghao's name, his two emerald green eyebrows that hung to the ground twitched slightly, and his expression instantly became much gloomier.

Upon seeing this, the Khan immediately asked.

"But what's wrong?"

Gregor nodded and replied.

"Reply to Khan, something is indeed wrong..."

Then, Gregor told his speculation.

"King Khan should know that Qinjian Villa is called a sect, but in fact, apart from giving a portion of benefits to the elders in the villa every year, it is no different from the private property of the Qing family."

"So from Gregor's point of view, unless Wei Minghao brings a letter that can prove Qing Lietian's identity, it cannot be considered as an instruction from the top management of Qinjian Villa."

After Gregor finished speaking, the other vassal tribe leaders all nodded.

"Glico is right."

"Wei Minghao is just a small Yuanying stage disciple. How can he represent the top management of Qinjian Villa to make decisions?"

"In my opinion, the chief elder of Qinjian Villa probably just wants to use the power of our Jade Tribe to eliminate Zhou Yiqiao and gain corresponding benefits for himself in the sect, right?"

The tree people discussed for a long time but still could not find a reliable result.

Only Khan, the leader of the Emerald Tribe, remained silent.

After a long while, he frowned and asked.

"Then Wei Minghao is still waiting for our reply. What should we do at Glico?"

Gregor was silent for a moment, his eyes gleaming with thought, and he slowly answered.

"Khan, we must proceed with caution."

"You mean to reject Wei Minghao's request?"

"No."

Gregor shook his head and continued.

"We shouldn't reject Wei Minghao's request outright, but we can't agree to it blindly either."

"Qinjian Villa is a powerful force. We cannot afford to offend them, but we cannot be easily exploited."

"Then what do you mean?"

The Khan asked with some confusion.

Glico walked to the middle of the crowd and picked up the portrait with Zhou Yiqiao's portrait.

"First, we can't just sit there and do nothing. Otherwise, if I guess the Qinjian Villa's intentions wrongly, it will undoubtedly damage the relationship between us and the Qinjian Villa."

"Secondly, we cannot kill him. Since the Great Elder sent his grandson to report in person, it means that this person's identity is extremely special."

"Before we are sure of Qing Lietian's attitude towards this person, we cannot become enemies with him completely."

"So, how should our Emerald Tribe choose?"

Upon hearing this, the Khan asked again.

Gregor bowed and spoke coldly.

"We should order a few stronger juniors to participate in this hunting festival to test Zhou Yiqiao's strength."

Although Gregor's words were vague, every treeman present understood what he meant.

These youngsters who went to test Zhou Yiqiao's strength will be used as scapegoats to keep the Emerald Tribe out of the matter.

Everyone fell silent, waiting for the Khan on the throne to respond.

King Khan nodded slightly, approving of Glico's plan.

"That's great. I'll do as Gregor says."

He stood up and looked at the sky outside the tent.

"It's getting late. Everyone go back and rest. Tomorrow morning, I will send people to each tribe to select personnel."

All the tree people responded in unison, then stood up and left.

When only the Khan and Glico were left in the tent, Glico spoke again.

"Khan, there is one more thing that Gregor doesn't know whether he should tell you or not."

The Khan waved his hand, signaling him to speak freely.

Glico organized his words and spoke slowly.

"Although the Qing family has the final say in Qinjian Villa, Wei Minghao is the most beloved grandson of the great elder. If we choose a younger person whose status is too high, it will be difficult to report to the family..."

"Don't worry about that. I will arrange these things."

King Khan interrupted Glico's worry and gave a calm instruction.

"In that case, Gregor will not say much."

Gregor cupped his fist and walked out of the tent.

......

After a night, Zhou Yiqiao finally arrived at his destination, a small treeman tribe with a population of about three hundred.

From a distance, this place seems to be more lively than anywhere else, and the atmosphere of life is quite strong. The surrounding plants are also lush and diverse, making it seem like another paradise.

But this harmonious scene is destined not to last long.

This was because one of the tree people in the tribe was cultivated from a kind of spiritual wood that Biyao needed.

Zhou Yiqiao came here to slaughter people and obtain spiritual materials.

He released his spiritual sense and searched the small tribe thoroughly.

Soon, he found the target of this trip - a young tree man in his early twenties.

Zhou Yiqiao didn't know his name, but judging from the other person's obviously much more delicate dress, he should be the son of the tribal leader.

After confirming the target, Zhou Yiqiao did not hesitate at all.

The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls rolled out wrapped in black mist, commanding countless evil souls to rush towards the distant tribe in a mighty force.

These tree people had never seen such a scene before, and they were immediately frightened and ran away in panic.

However, Zhou Yiqiao did not give them any chance to escape.

He activated the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, causing the evil spirits to surround the entire tribe.

Then, he moved and turned into a black stream of light, rushing towards the young tree man.

With a wave of his hand, the Netherworld Demon Sword in Zhou Yiqiao's hand burst out with dazzling black light.

In the blink of an eye, blood spurted out, and the son of the tree man leader fell to the ground and died without even a scream.

His hands kept moving, using the techniques taught by Bi Yao to refine the man's corpse into spiritual wood, which he quickly put into his storage bag.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Yiqiao's figure was as fast as lightning, rushing through the tribe.

Any tree person who encountered him, whether male or female, could not escape the fate of being killed.

In just half an incense stick of time, the small tribe that originally had some popularity has turned into a dead and silent place with no life.

Zhou Yiqiao calmly searched the tribe for all the valuable spiritual objects, cast a spell to burn the entire tribe to ashes, then turned and headed towards the end of the woods. Just like when he came, his figure turned into a ghost and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.