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

Chapter 655: Chapter 315 Yan Yiqing: Not Bad In My Hands!_2
 

The Luo Family of Qingshi City can obtain benefits that are extremely terrifying and immense.

Even, perhaps so immense that they are somewhat unfathomable.

…

Deep within the Luo Family Ancestral Land of Qingshi City.

There is a small courtyard that emits an aura of antiquity and mystery.

At this moment, Luo Changfeng, the Ancestor of the Luo Family.

Sat quietly under a Stone Pavilion.

In his hands, he held a cup of tea that was still emitting wisps of steam, occasionally drinking, occasionally gazing into the distance with a calm expression.

“Master.”

Suddenly, a somewhat blurry figure appeared beside Luo Changfeng.

The face of this figure was shrouded in shadow, making it somewhat difficult to discern clearly.

This figure, on the other hand, occasionally emitted bursts of cold and terrifying murderous aura, though only vaguely perceptible.

However, this was the result of exhaustive control by the figure’s master.

Otherwise, just the sheer density of the murderous aura emitted by this figure, as if it were enough to change the color of the heavens and the earth, would have made it extremely difficult for any ordinary Bone Refinement or Organ Refinement Realm cultivators to even move.

“How did it go?”

Luo Changfeng glanced at the young man, Yuan, who was beside him.

He asked in a low voice.

“Master, in these past days, no one with suspicious movements has appeared outside Qingliu Fang,” Yuan said with a quiet voice, bowing slightly.

Upon hearing this, Luo Changfeng silently picked up the cup of hot tea.

He brought it to his lips and took a small sip.

[Gulp…]

Following the sound of the tea being sipped,

Luo Changfeng waved his right hand.

He had already given his instructions to Yuan beside him.

Yuan, one of the three Commanders among the Shadow Guards,

sensed the intent of his master and bowed his head even lower in respect.

In the next moment, his figure slowly vanished from Luo Changfeng’s sight, disappearing within the courtyard.

“There haven’t been any suspicious people in the past few days, huh?”

“Is it that they haven’t been discovered, or that the person behind Qingliu Fang simply hasn’t shown up?”

Luo Changfeng narrowed his eyes slightly.

He muttered softly,

as if he was questioning himself,

or perhaps, speaking to someone else.

“No matter,”

“Since the person behind the scenes hasn’t shown up,”

“let’s just leave matters as they are for now.”

“I will plan and see if it’s possible to set up a Formation in Qingshi City, one that could envelop the entire inner city and even the outer city.”

Under the pavilion in the courtyard,

Luo Changfeng muttered quietly to himself.

Although setting up a sensory-type Formation like this is much less difficult than an offensive or defensive Formation,

the difficulty is still not small for one that covers such a vast area.

Beyond this sensory-type Formation,

he also really needed to start working on the first-stage Tortoise Shell Hovering Boat.

If it were just within the Da Feng Dynasty, that would be one thing.

Even just relying on his legs, and taking a few days’ time, he was able to traverse the entire Da Feng Dynasty.

But if he wanted to travel outside the Da Feng Dynasty,

which is to say, throughout the entire Northern Desolate Divine Continent,

without a means of transport,

that would indeed be quite difficult.

“Adding the progress made previously, the first-stage Tortoise Shell Hovering Boat should now be approximately one-third complete,” he thought to himself.

“To finish it, probably at least another year or two is needed.”

“A year or two isn’t too long, is it…”

As Luo Changfeng thought to himself,

Once he had settled things with the Great Flame Dynasty, the Da Feng Dynasty, and the White Brahma Temple,

the Tortoise Shell Hovering Boat should be successfully developed.

By that time, the Luo Family of Qingshi City would also have the capital to go to other, farther regions.

Not only to be able to reach greater distances,

but for another more important reason – only if the Luo Family of Qingshi City could produce this first-stage Tortoise Shell Hovering Boat,

could they engage in various kinds of dealings with the outside world.

For example, selling Elixirs, trading Talismans, and so on.

Isn’t this where the Tortoise Shell Hovering Boat comes in handy?

Moreover, there is a need to purchase some materials that will be useful, as well as various resources dedicated to aiding in cultivation.

He also needs the Tortoise Shell Hovering Boat to reach more distant areas for purchasing.

Just the Da Feng Dynasty, as well as a little distance outside of it.

The resources for cultivation are naturally not plentiful enough.

And as Luo Changfeng thought of this.

He indeed felt that there were quite a few things he needed to do during this period of time.

He needed to study the Tortoise Shell Hovering Boat.

He needed to cultivate, to improve his cultivation level.

He also needed to research other various and extraordinary elixirs.

And the talismans—he couldn’t fall behind on those either.

These things were his trump card.

Though it must be said, studying talismans would not bring about an increase in cultivation level.

But as far as the growth of spirit stones and the expansion of his arsenal of trump cards, it was still very necessary.

…

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

Outside the borders of the Da Feng Dynasty.

At the border between the Great Flame Dynasty and White Lotus Prefecture.

On an open ground stood the current Abbot of White Brahma Temple, clad in a White Lotus Monk Robe with White Buddha Beads in hand.

At that moment, he finally encountered Yan Yiqing, the last Mortal Transcendence Realm ancestor from the Royal Yan Family of the Great Flame Dynasty.

“Amitabha, good indeed, good indeed,”

“If this benefactor is willing to join our White Brahma Temple, perhaps a disaster might be avoided.”

“The family of the benefactor might also continue to survive in this world and prosper.”

“May I know, what does the benefactor think of this old monk’s proposal?”

The old monk in the White Lotus Monk Robe, who was the current Abbot of White Brahma Temple,

silently raised his head, hands clasped together,

his face full of smiles as he softly spoke to the Mortal Transcendence elder in front of him with a unique longsword at his waist.

“Join White Brahma Temple?”

Yan Yiqing listened to the seemingly ordinary but actually extraordinarily remarkable old monk before him.

He couldn’t help but laugh.

His smile was somewhat casual.

Just like that?

Just by joining the White Brahma Temple, all disasters can be avoided?

He, Yan Yiqing, did not believe any of the words spoken by the old monk.

Most monks are inherently untrustworthy,

especially this one before him, the Abbot of the demon-monk-occupied White Brahma Temple.

His words were even less reliable.

Now, the old monk might be saying that by voluntarily joining the White Brahma Temple, he could avoid all the calamities that belong to him and the Royal Yan Family of the Great Flame Dynasty.

But whether he would still be himself by that time was another matter entirely.

Previously, he had visited the White Lotus Prefecture controlled by the White Brahma Temple.

Those beings controlled by the evil White Brahma Lotus within the White Lotus Prefecture were still vividly etched in his memory.

If he and the Royal Yan Family behind him want to avoid disaster,

to continue surviving and thriving in this world,

they would also need to endure such torment.

Then he might as well confront the old monk before him.

Besides, the two had not yet truly clashed.

It was not yet certain who was stronger or weaker.

“No need to say more,”

“Since your White Brahma Temple has already made such a decision,”

“then let us confront each other here.”

“Your cultivation level is not inferior to mine.”

“But the longsword in my hand may not necessarily be unsharpened.”

With these words,

Yan Yiqing, the last surviving Mortal Transcendence Realm ancestor from the Royal Yan Family of the Great Flame Dynasty,

began to slowly draw that unique longsword hanging at his waist.

As the longsword was unsheathed, an extremely dense and sharp sword aura filled the void.

[Whoooo…]

The wind howled.

Wave after wave of sharp, seemingly unstoppable sword aura continuously lunged toward the direction of the old monk.

However, in response,

the old monk remained utterly still.

His legs, as if rooted like an old tree’s tangled base,