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

At this thought,

Luo Changfeng couldn’t help wanting to give himself a thumbs up.

Who was he?

He was a descendant of Yan Huang, an heir to the dragon.

Farming, such a thing was imprinted in his genes.

Now that he had the opportunity to engage in it,

he naturally wanted to give it a try himself.

But where should he get the seeds for the spiritual medicine…

Luo Changfeng remembered that since he started practicing alchemy, he had only ever seen finished materials and never any seeds or seedlings of spiritual medicine.

“It seems, I will have to wait until that old man Fu Qiu comes next time to ask him…”

he thought to himself.

Afterward, Luo Changfeng poured himself another cup of cold tea.

He brought it to his lips and quietly started drinking.

…

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.

Since the Tang Family noticed that the marching speed of the Luo Family was somewhat off,

they increased the supply of grain reserves to the Luo Family.

To date, after the Tang Family had sent about ten percent of their total grain reserves,

the Luo Family’s one hundred and fifty thousand armored troops

finally arrived at the borderlands of the Chen Family and the Feng Family, the two allied forces.

“General, just ahead is the border line of the Chen and Feng families…”

In front of the army, a vice general dressed in dark red armor was bowing slightly, speaking to General Luo Yong in a very respectful tone.

“We’ve finally arrived?”

Luo Yong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up.

After glancing ahead,

he whispered to the person beside him, who was dressed in a Taoist robe and holding a white feather fan, Tang Jian, “Brother Tang, what do you think we should do next?

Should we launch an attack directly to relieve some pressure off the Tang Family, or say…”

Upon hearing this, the great trickster Tang Jian couldn’t help but wave his white feather fan, then smiled and said, “Brother Luo, don’t rush, the timing is not ripe yet.

Our army has been on the move for several days, and naturally, we need to rest well.”

Hearing this, Luo Yong couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re right, Brother Tang, indeed, we need to rest well…”

…

Whether it was the Chen Family, Feng Family, or the Tang Family,

they were all stumbling blocks on the Luo Family’s path to rising to power.

Especially the Tang Family.

A while ago, not only did the Luo Family steal a hundred obsidian qilins from them,

but Luo Yong had also killed an ancestor of the Tang Family.

The thing was, the Tang Family didn’t know about it yet.

If the Tang Family were to find out,

they might just cease hostilities with the Feng and Chen families,

and then turn their heads to strike the Luo Family first.

So now, with such a good opportunity,

the Luo Family naturally wanted to sit back on a high stage and quietly watch the chaotic fight among the three forces.

…

In the blink of an eye, another day had passed.

In the early morning, when the sky was not yet fully bright,

Luo Changfeng, somewhat unusually, left his courtyard

and went to the Library Pavilion within the Luo Family Ancestral Land, where a large number of Cultivation Technique Manuals were stored.

Whether it was the first, second, or third floor of the Library Pavilion,

since Luo Changfeng entered, he saw only a few of the Luo Family Clan members,

but he did see quite a few Death Warriors who silently guarded the Library Pavilion.

“Eh…”

As he walked, Luo Changfeng suddenly stopped. A somewhat familiar figure began to emerge before his eyes.

The figure was thin and small,

not very tall, about one meter twenty-three in height,

and seemed quite young.

He looked about five or six years old,

but the serious expression on his face and the determined look in his eyes

made Luo Changfeng halt his steps.

“That guy…”

Luo Changfeng squinted his eyes and pondered quietly in his mind.

“Master, that is Luo Ze.”

“You previously said that he could freely enter the family’s Library Pavilion…”

The old butler, Luo Dong, dressed in a butler robe, his thin and slightly stooped figure,

suddenly appeared beside him.

“I know that.”

“Do you think I forgot?”

Luo Changfeng glanced at the old butler Luo Dong beside him, his eyes containing a hint of reproach.

And the old butler Luo Dong also very understandingly bowed slightly, remaining silent.

“So, how is the little guy doing now?

Still practicing the sword?”

Luo Changfeng asked the old butler Luo Dong softly.

Luo Dong continued to bow his head slightly and answered softly, “That boy called Luo Ze is indeed still practicing the sword, day in and day out, without ever stopping…”

Luo Changfeng looked at Luo Ze in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he asked again, “Have you found a master skilled with the longsword for him?”

Luo Dong replied softly again, “Yes, but…”

“But what?”

After a moment of hesitation, Luo Dong responded softly, “But the cultivator proficient with the longsword said that Luo Ze’s talent in sword dao is very ordinary, very mediocre. No matter how hard he tries, the achievements he can gain in the future are quite limited…”

Luo Changfeng looked at Luo Dong in surprise, “Is that what he really said?”

Luo Dong nodded, “In front of the master, Dong naturally would not dare to speak nonsense…”

At this, Luo Changfeng sighed somewhat helplessly.

“If that’s the case, then did I misjudge?”

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