Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood - Chapter 142
Chapter 142: Chapter 99: Purchasing Black Crow Flame, Jiang Yan’s Horror_2
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Before the sky had fully brightened,
Luo Changfeng silently left the Luo Family Ancestral Land.
With his hands behind his back, dressed in a white robe,
he walked calmly on the bustling streets.
At this moment, there weren’t many pedestrians on the streets.
However, the number of small vendors had gradually started to grow in size.
After all, to stay alive, to scrape together a meal,
to lead a better life,
one always needs to put in some effort.
…
As Luo Changfeng left the inner city of Qingshi Town and arrived at the outskirts,
the scenery around him began to change gradually.
Even though the outskirts of Qingshi Town
were much improved from the last time Luo Changfeng had been there,
it still couldn’t compare with the prosperity of the inner city.
Moreover, inside the outer city of Qingshi Town,
as the monks became increasingly rampant and the number of Buddhist followers grew and started to form into groups,
those from the outer city with the ability
had mostly started squeezing into the inner city.
Those without the means to live in the inner city stayed in their homes,
seemingly afraid that the monks or Buddhist followers
would drag them into that fearsome organization by force.
“These monks are truly becoming more audacious, more unbridled…”
“Previously, Fu Qiu that old man mentioned that these monks belong to the sect of demonic monks, with not simple forces behind them.”
“But, they shouldn’t have long to prance around.”
“How have half a month passed, and these monks are still living well?”
Luo Changfeng watched as a few monks went to and fro on the streets of Qingshi Town’s outskirts.
He couldn’t help but narrow his eyes slightly.
Just as he was about to turn and leave,
he suddenly noticed a monk in a white robe, wearing a white hood, holding a string of white Buddha beads,
who seemed kind and benevolent at the Bone Refinement Perfection level, slowly approaching him.
“So it seems, a white robe can only conceal one from monks in the Organ Refinement Realm at most?”
“It doesn’t work with those above Viscera Refinement, those in Blood Cultivation?”
After pondering for a moment, Luo Changfeng disappeared from the spot.
…
A short while later, he returned to the Luo Family Ancestral Land.
Without meaning to, he walked to the secluded spot he had visited the day before,
and once again he saw the little fellow he had encountered yesterday.
The little one was still holding a wooden sword,
his expression resolute, his eyes a bit sharp as he looked straight ahead.
The wooden sword in his hand continuously swung forward,
and as time passed, as the number of swings increased,
the little fellow’s breathing gradually became erratic.
His back was soaked with sweat,
and his hands gripping the wooden sword began to tremble slightly.
It seemed he had reached his limit.
Yet, the little guy had not given up,
still clutching the wooden sword in his hand, swinging it forwards again and again.
“This little guy seems somewhat interesting…”
Luo Changfeng thought to himself.
Then, he inquired softly to the empty space behind him,
“Who is that little guy?”
“What’s his name?”
A somewhat emaciated figure slowly appeared behind Luo Changfeng.
The thin old man was the household steward, Luo Dong, whose cultivation had reached the Intermediate Stage of the Organ Refinement Realm.
Ever since this old fellow’s cultivation broke through to the Intermediate Stage of the Organ Refinement Realm,
all aspects of his abilities had received a significant boost.
Hearing was naturally among them.
“Master, that young boy is named Luo Ze, orphaned from a young age.”
“He has managed to survive to this day by relying on the support of the clan,” Luo Dong said in a low, reverential voice, bending slightly at the waist.
“Luo Ze?”
“Orphaned from a young age?”
“He has survived to this day by relying on the clan’s support?”
As Luo Changfeng heard these words, he bowed his head slightly, pondering for a moment.
The more he thought, the more he felt
that this child seemed somewhat similar to the protagonist in the legends!
So, he said softly to Luo Dong beside him,
“Since this little guy is fond of the sword, then have Luo Ping find a swordsmanship master for him.”
“Also, lift the restrictions for this little guy to enter the Library Pavilion from now on.”
After saying these words, Luo Changfeng silently left the place.
Luo Dong waited until Old Master Luo Changfeng had gradually vanished from sight,
before approaching the little fellow named Luo Ze.
…
In the blink of an eye, another day passed.
At dawn,
just as the sky was lighting up,
Luo Yao and Jiang Xiaoyue in the inner city of Qingshi Town
were already up early, walking together, side by side.
Sometimes laughing and chatting, sometimes enjoying food from the street vendors.
This life, it was simply too wonderful.
Of course, if not for Jiang Yan’s cold stares…
Luo Yao’s life would be even more wonderful.
“Luo Yao.”
Suddenly, from a wonton stall,
Jiang Xiaoyue, who had been sitting silently beside Luo Yao, bit her lip and spoke up.
“Hmm? What’s the matter?”
As Luo Yao was eating his wontons, he turned his head, asking with some confusion.
“Do you, do you like me?”
After saying these words, Jiang Xiaoyue silently lowered her head, her pale face turning red at once.
“Ah?”
Luo Yao was bewildered by this sudden question.
