Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood

“So, facing such beings, it’s best not to provoke them if possible.”

“Besides, what are we here in Qingshi Town for? You all need to understand that.”

“These demon monks are our primary target, as for the others…”

“It’s still best not to provoke them actively.”

The middling-looking middle-aged cultivator explained in a low voice to the junior brothers and sisters at his side.

Obviously, this average-looking cultivator

had managed to survive up to now in this cold and brutal world of cultivation.

Not only because of his cultivation, which was considered passable,

but also because he knew when to bow his head and how to avoid risks.

…

After encountering that group of cultivators carrying longswords,

Luo Changfeng did not immediately return to the Luo Family Ancestral Land.

Instead, he quietly followed behind that group of people.

He felt that there was something off about them.

He wanted to see exactly what that group intended to do.

However, by following them,

Luo Changfeng ended up outside the remote part of Qingshi Town, at the temple where the monks and Buddhist followers were located.

Now, after developments on multiple fronts,

the outermost perimeter of the remote part of Qingshi Town

had entirely become the activity area for those monks and Buddhist followers.

The number of temples had gone from the initial single one

to the dozens or even hundreds that stood today.

“The development speed of these demon monks is truly terrifying…”

Looking at the countless Buddhist followers before him,

At the temples standing tall in the remote outskirts of Qingshi Town,

At the monks clad in gray and white.

The average-looking cultivator in the Organ Refinement Realm took a deep breath and said with a serious and solemn expression to the junior brothers and sisters behind him, “Take action, and remember to clean up thoroughly, let none escape…”

Following these words, the young cultivators behind the middle-aged cultivator

immediately drew their longswords they carried on their backs.

After brewing a hint of sword intent and momentum in their hearts,

The young cultivators charged forward with swords in hand.

…

The battle between the two parties could almost be described as completely one-sided.

The sword-wielding cultivators were savagely slaughtering the monks in gray or white.

The gray-robed monks were at the Skin Refinement stage, the white-robed monks at the Bone Refinement stage.

Now, with a middle-aged cultivator in the Organ Refinement Realm overseeing from the rear,

these demon monks naturally couldn’t stir up any waves.

“Hmm?”

“Something seems off…”

Just as the middle-aged cultivator was about to close his eyes for a brief rest and to nurture the sword intent within him,

a yellow-robed monk appeared before him, wearing a yellow cap and clutching a string of Yellow Buddhist Beads in his hand.

Seeing the appearance of this monk, the middle-aged cultivator with the longsword on his back suddenly looked rather troubled.

Gray-robed monks were at the Skin Refinement stage.

White-robed monks were at the Bone Refinement stage.

Yellow-robed monks were at the Organ Refinement stage.

Usually, in a small town of this scale,

the appearance of a dozen or so white-robed monks would already be quite remarkable.

However, something beyond the middle-aged cultivator’s expectations happened at this moment.

“Amitabha, goodness, goodness…”

The compassionate yellow-robed monk, witnessing the massacre before him, couldn’t help but bring his hands together, a look of helplessness flashing through his eyes.

“Just at the Viscera Refinement Initial Stage?”

The middle-aged cultivator eyed the yellow-robed monk before him and silently reached for the purplish longsword on his back.

Then, he charged straight towards the yellow-robed monk.

The reason these demon monks were referred to as such was mainly because they fed on faith, using it as their foundation.

As long as the Power of Faith was sufficient, they could rapidly enhance their cultivation.

As for what happened to those so-called followers,

they didn’t care at all and didn’t bother much with it.

And this yellow-robed monk before him

clearly was a brand new Viscera Refinement Initial Realm demon monk created by gathering the Power of Faith of the entire Qingshi Town.

“Die!”

The middle-aged cultivator wielding the longsword had a flash of coldness in his eyes.

After unleashing a terrifying and astonishing sword momentum,

he charged directly at the yellow-robed monk before him.

“Donor, do you still want to add to this killing spree?”

“Lay down the butcher’s knife and become a Buddha on the spot.”

“Donor, please don’t be deluded any longer…”

The yellow-robed monk’s hands remained pressed together as he murmured softly,

seemingly completely disregarding the attack of the middle-aged cultivator before him.

“Completely disregarding my attack?”

“Is he too careless?”

“Or does he have some sort of trump card?”

The middle-aged cultivator, observing this scene, couldn’t help but feel a sense of gravity in his eyes.

However, the attack could not be stopped anymore.

His longsword was now enveloped in a powerful Qi-Blood Force,

and he slashed down heavily at the yellow-robed monk before him.

No matter what, no matter what kind of trump card or confidence the monk before him had to not defend at all,

at least, he had to attack first and try.

…

Shortly, the middle-aged cultivator was less than a meter away from the yellow-robed monk.

The longsword-wielding middle-aged cultivator shouted loudly at this moment.

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