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

Only the truly strong can control everything.

“Do you think power is really that important?”

“Those so-called rulers are like addicts, never able to let go…”

After finishing the cup of hot tea in his hand.

Luo Changfeng suddenly asked Ruan Liuli in a low voice behind him.

Ruan Liuli did not answer Luo Changfeng’s question.

Her expression remained calm as she shook her head.

It was as if she was saying, “I don’t know either.”

“I once heard it said that power is like a poison that seeps into the bones, once touched, one can never let go of it for life, even if you know your chances of success are slim, you will still tirelessly try, just to gamble on that faint glimmer of hope.”

“Do you think Luo Ping… ”

“Has he been corroded by that consuming power?”

Luo Changfeng narrowed his eyes slightly.

He seemed to be talking to Ruan Liuli behind him, yet it was as if he was also talking to himself.

Ruan Liuli still did not answer and merely shook her head calmly again.

Regardless, no matter what.

Luo Changfeng just felt that the current Luo Ping had changed greatly compared to when he first met him.

Initially, he seemed quite submissive.

Most of the time, he followed Luo Chuan’s opinions.

But now, he seems to be an entirely different person from before.

Even Luo Changfeng felt a slight sense of estrangement.

“Patriarch Changfeng… ”

As Luo Changfeng was feeling a mix of emotions in his heart.

There came a rush of hurried footsteps from behind him.

A somewhat familiar voice.

Suddenly sounded out from behind him.

“Youwei?”

Hearing the voice, Luo Changfeng turned his head to look towards Luo Youwei, who was quickly approaching him with a light jog.

At this moment, Luo Youwei’s complexion was still pale.

Her body was still often covered with a layer of thick, icy coldness.

Moreover, if one were to stay close to her for long.

This coldness could directly penetrate into one’s body, bypassing the Qi-Blood Force.

But this little one.

She indeed seemed much more spirited than when he first saw her.

At least, she could now walk freely without the support of attendants.

It’s uncertain whether this was due to Luo Youwei’s own doing.

Or a result of the successive upgrades to the Crimson Flame Elixir.

…

After arriving at this small courtyard.

Luo Youwei sat down quietly in front of Luo Changfeng.

Her still somewhat youthful face held a trace of excitement.

Her eyes were extremely bright.

As if they were shimmering with light.

“This time, I’m certain I can win…”

Underneath the Stone Pavilion, Luo Youwei said firmly while holding a black stone.

As for this, Luo Changfeng simply smiled and did not speak.

He just poured himself another cup of hot tea.

Drinking it, he quietly played Go.

…

About half an hour later.

Luo Youwei still lost.

This was the two hundred and ninety-ninth time she had lost.

Her number of wins was zero.

The number of losses was about to reach three hundred.

This made her, who was not very old, feel somewhat dejected.

However, she wasn’t without any progress.

At least, she could now last a full half hour under Patriarch Changfeng’s hand.

“Patriarch Changfeng…”

Below the Stone Pavilion, Luo Youwei, who was gathering the stones, suddenly said softly to Luo Changfeng in front of her, “I’ve heard that this world is vast, and this land is known as Xuanyuan in the books. Within Xuanyuan Continent, there are twelve divine states, and our Da Feng Dynasty is known as the Dong Huang Divine State.”

“Patriarch Changfeng, I read in the books that above the mundane is the immortal.”

“Within the Immortal Sect, there are also immortals.”

“Do you think… if I were to go to those legendary Immortal Sects, would there be a way to solve the problem with my body?”

Luo Youwei said, her head bowed low.

A flash of desolation crossed her pale little face.

Luo Changfeng looked up slightly.

Just as he was about to say something.

He noticed that Luo Youwei’s beautiful eyes, bright as stars, had turned a deep blue color.

A layer of frost rapidly covered her body’s vicinity.

The air around her seemed to be freezing.

The sound of Luo Youwei’s heartbeat also started to grow fainter and weaker.

Cold, very cold.

An extreme cold began to spread under the Stone Pavilion.

Feeling all this, Luo Changfeng’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The situation on Luo Youwei’s side apparently was not as wonderful as he had imagined.

Through Luo Changfeng’s eyes, now covered by a layer of Qi-Blood Force, Luo Youwei’s body appeared like perennial ice.

A terrifying coldness seemed capable of freezing everything was continuously flowing from the heart of Luo Youwei.

This immense coldness, as if it had a will of its own, quickly conquered every area inside Luo Youwei’s body.

Seeing this, Luo Changfeng seemed to understand something.

Apparently, the satisfactory appearance of Luo Youwei during this period was only an illusion.

The extreme coldness inside her knew how to preserve itself, it knew how to lie dormant.

Until it accumulated to a certain level, until it had enough to kill its host.