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

Chapter 649: Chapter 312 The Special Aspect of Qingliu Fang_2
 

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“Don’t, don’t come any closer.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“Do you know what my status is?”

“I am from the Da Feng Dynasty, a member of the Royal Feng Family, if you dare to touch me…”

Before the Feng Family clansman who had collapsed on the ground could finish his words,

his head was directly crushed underfoot by the black-clothed cultivator.

Even a black and white eyeball

slowly rolled to the feet of the onlookers who remained nearby with great interest.

“Right, what was the last thing that person said?”

“Didn’t he declare his origins?”

“The Royal Feng Family? Did he mean THAT Royal Feng Family?”

On the street’s side, a cultivator whose cultivation was at the initial realm of Bone Refinement suddenly spoke out to those around him.

“It seemed he was talking about the Feng Family.”

Someone silently nodded in agreement, then immediately added, “However, this is the Luo Family’s territory in Qingshi City; even if that guy truly belonged to the Da Feng Dynasty’s Imperial Feng Family, what of it?”

“Who let that man dare to cause trouble on this Qingshi City land?”

“Moreover, he went as far as to provoke one of the few people here whom you simply cannot afford to offend.”

“To end up with such a fate, you could only say that the man had bad luck…”

The Bone Refinement Realm cultivator blinked in confusion, asking in a low voice, “One of the few people in Qingshi City you can’t afford to provoke? What do you mean by that?”

The previous respondent looked at the cultivator at the initial realm with some surprise.

Afterward, he said with a smile, “Brother, are you new here? That man, he’s the chosen successor for the next Family Head of the Luo Family in Qingshi City.”

The cultivator at the initial realm of Bone Refinement heard this and nodded to himself.

So, that’s how it was.

If that was the case,

then the self-proclaimed member of the Royal Feng Family could only admit his misfortune.

Of all people to offend, he had to go and provoke the Young Family Head of the Luo Family in Qingshi City.

How pitiable, truly pitiable.

“Alright, disperse now.”

“Everything’s over; there’s nothing more to see here.”

As these words gradually spread,

the crowd that had gathered nearby to watch also gradually departed from the place,

to go about their respective businesses.

…

In the depths of the Luo Family Ancestral Land in Qingshi City,

within a small courtyard that always exuded an aura of ancient mystery,

beneath a Stone Pavilion constructed from green rocks,

stood Luo Yao, who was to be the next Family Head of the Luo Family.

He silently stood by the Stone Pavilion,

his head slightly bowed, looking somewhat uneasy.

Coming to this small courtyard was not really Luo Yao’s intention.

The main reason being that as soon as he returned to the clan, Elder Changfeng conveyed a message into his mind.

With no alternative, he could only come silently to this courtyard, which always made him feel somewhat fearful and uneasy.

“What have you been up to just now?”

In the courtyard, under the Stone Pavilion,

after Luo Changfeng finished his cup of hot tea,

he finally turned his gaze to the Luo Yao beside him.

He looked at the head-bowed, clearly constrained Luo Yao.

He also observed Luo Yao’s apparently exhausted demeanor and his somewhat deep dark circles.

After a moment of silence, he couldn’t help but inquire.

“No, nothing much…”

Luo Yao, head still down, stuttered in response, “I merely dealt with an incredibly arrogant person who refused to follow the rules established by our Luo Family in Qingshi City…”

Luo Changfeng slightly furrowed his brow upon hearing these words.

Is that what I asked?

Is that the matter I inquired about?

Can you not see what you are rambling about?

Some inconsequential person, if they provoke you,

you kill them, then they’re killed.

Naturally, that’s no issue.

But now, as the Ancestor of the Luo Family, Luo Changfeng’s main reason for summoning Luo Yao,

was that the Qi-Blood Force in the young man seemed much weaker than before he left the clan.

His whole spirit seemed diminished.

And there was also his face, showing signs of fatigue.

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Clearly, this fellow must have done something not quite right.

“Am I talking about this matter?”

“Think carefully, then answer my question.”

Luo Changfeng glanced at Luo Yao with a calm expression before he spoke in a low voice.

…

Quiet.

Very quiet.

Quiet as death.

Accompanied by gentle breezes that brushed past one’s face.

Luo Yao, with his head bowed and his body full of restraint, couldn’t help but have beads of sweat the size of soybeans forming on his forehead.

Although at this moment, Patriarch Changfeng of his own family

had yet to show any expression on his face,

the more that was the case, the more fearful and uneasy Luo Yao felt in his heart.

After Luo Yao gritted his teeth, sighing somewhat helplessly, he said in a low voice, “Ancestor Changfeng, when I went out, I also, also visited the Qingliu Fang.”

Luo Changfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Luo Yao beside him, he asked, “Qingliu Fang? A brothel?”

Luo Yao swallowed, then gave a slight nod.

“Is that really all there is to it?”

“You go to a brothel and end up looking like this?”

Luo Changfeng asked softly.

And Luo Yao quietly raised his head, glancing at Patriarch Changfeng of his family.

His heart, at this very moment, was filled with confusion.

What does it mean to turn out like this after a visit to Qingliu Fang?

What exactly does this mean?

He went to Qingliu Fang just because he felt that something was not quite right with the place.

He didn’t stay long in Qingliu Fang either.

All he did was find a girl and listen to some music.

That should be, alright, shouldn’t it?

Only, why would both the Ancestor of the Luo Family and that youngster Luo Ze look at me with such strange gazes?

“Ancestor Changfeng, I visited Qingliu Fang purely because I felt something wasn’t quite right there,”

“Then, incidentally, I listened to some music,” he continued.

Luo Changfeng poured himself a fresh cup of hot tea, turned his head, and looked again at Luo Yao: “Is that really all there was to it?”

Luo Yao nodded vigorously and said, “Yes, that’s all it was.”

Luo Changfeng asked, “You just listened to music, nothing else?”

Luo Yao replied, “Really, I truly just listened to music, nothing else, Ancestor Changfeng, you have to believe me…”

…

After the exchange between Luo Changfeng and Luo Yao,

Luo Changfeng waved his hand and told Luo Yao to go back first.

As Luo Yao left and disappeared from Luo Changfeng’s sight,

in the small courtyard, under the Stone Pavilion,

Luo Changfeng, holding a cup of hot tea, could not help but narrow his eyes and gaze out over the courtyard.

“Qingliu Fang…”

Luo Changfeng murmured softly.

If what that youngster Luo Yao said was true,

and he had gone to Qingliu Fang just to listen to music, nothing else,

then there must be a problem with Qingliu Fang.

But if the youngster was talking nonsense,

and the so-called music listening was all made up,

there were still significant issues with Qingliu Fang.

Others might not notice,

but as someone who has reached the Mortal Transcendence Late Stage,

Luo Changfeng could clearly see that Luo Yao was definitely showing signs of both vital essence and Qi-Blood depletion.

This condition might seem like mere exhaustion from the outside,

but in reality, if a person were to remain in such a state for an extended period…

At best, their cultivation would decline,

at worst, their lifespan would be reduced,

and even their talent for cultivation could gradually deteriorate over time.

These were not matters to be joked about.

“It seems that I’ll need to visit Qingliu Fang later on,”

“To see what is so unusual about that so-called Qingliu Fang.”

“Having such a place appear in my Qingshi City,

“To ignore it would certainly be unacceptable.”