Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen’s Qi-Blood - Chapter 144

Chapter 144: Chapter 100: Divine Sword Sect vs Demon Monk_1
“A good thing?”

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Listening to Miss Jiang Xiaoyue by his side,

Jiang Yan couldn’t help but sport a foreboding expression.

What do you mean, it’s a good thing that the Luo Family has two cultivators in the Organ Refinement Realm?

“Oh, come on, don’t talk about that anymore, let’s just go…”

Seeing the puzzled look on Uncle Jiang next to him,

Jiang Xiaoyue quickly started walking ahead while speaking dismissively.

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“Miss, what did you mean by ‘a good thing’ just now?”

Jiang Yan followed silently with an expressionless face, pressing for an answer.

“Oh, it was just something I said off the cuff…”

Hearing this, Jiang Yan’s face revealed even more confusion: “Off the cuff???”

…

After staying in Qingshi Town for about three more days with Jiang Xiaoyue,

the two of them finally left the town.

They headed in the direction of Luo Mountain Prefecture, towards Shang Heng District where the Jiang Family was located.

During these three days, everything else was quite satisfactory.

The only thing that made Jiang Yan feel somewhat uncomfortable was

seeing Luo Yao, who seemed carefree and up to no good, almost constantly by his young lady’s side.

This caused Jiang Yan great discomfort,

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yet he didn’t know what to do about it.

If it had been before, he might have taken some action against Luo Yao.

But ever since he discovered the true strength of the Luo Family in Qingshi Town,

and realized that the Luo Family was not as simple as he had imagined,

he abandoned those thoughts.

Other than constantly watching over Luo Yao,

to prevent him from leading his young lady astray,

he felt he could only let nature take its course with everything else.

…

Qingshi Town, the outer city.

Luo Changfeng, the Ancestor of the Luo Family,

stood silently with his hands behind his back atop a section of the city wall at that moment.

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Gazing at the two figures gradually moving away into the distance,

he couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.

“Viscera Refinement Initial Stage?”

“Jiang Family?”

As Luo Changfeng whispered to himself, snippets of information about the Jiang Family surfaced in his mind.

Luo Mountain Prefecture, Shang Heng District.

The Jiang Family, one of the Five Great Families.

However, what’s somewhat dramatic is that in recent decades, the strength of the Jiang Family seemed to be declining rapidly.

Since the demise of the old ancestor of the Jiang Family who had reached the Organ Refinement Late Stage,

the strength and status of the Jiang Family within Shang Heng District had dwindled day by day.

Until now, it seems the Jiang Family had gradually become a fat sheep in the eyes of the other four great families of the district.

The other four powers were all poised to pounce and devour the Jiang Family at any moment.

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“However, what does the fate of the Jiang Family have to do with my Luo Family?”

Luo Changfeng shook his head calmly.

Afterward, he quietly descended from the city wall,

planning to head in the direction of the Luo Family Ancestral Land.

But before he could take a few steps, he saw about a dozen cultivators dressed in uniform, each with a longsword strapped to their backs.

They looked calm, with sharpness gleaming in their eyes.

“Old man, be more careful in the future.”

“Don’t bump into people again…”

Watching these people, as Luo Changfeng was deep in thought,

a young cultivator seemed not to notice his presence,

and, inadvertently, bumped into him.

“Tell me to be more careful?”

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Luo Changfeng frowned slightly at the words of the person in front of him.

He had already stopped and stood still,

so who exactly was the careless one?

…

At the scene, Luo Changfeng locked gazes with the person before him.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat tense.

And just as it seemed a conflict was about to erupt between the two,

from among the group of sword-carrying cultivators, a cultivator with an ordinary appearance but exuding aura of Organ Refinement Intermediate Stage,

quietly stepped forward.

He bowed slightly to Luo Changfeng, his expression carrying a hint of apology, and said, “This elder, I am sorry for this mistake on our part.”

After saying this, the middle-aged man spoke more sternly to the young cultivator by his side: “Apologize.”

“But, brother…”

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The young cultivator seemed resistant, apparently wanting to continue his refrain.

Unfortunately, he was silenced by the stern look in the middle-aged cultivator’s eyes.

“I said, apologize…”

The middle-aged cultivator repeated firmly.

“Sorry, I’m sorry…”

The young cultivator had no choice but to lower his proud head involuntarily.

Seeing this, Luo Changfeng glanced at the young cultivator before him,

then at the middle-aged cultivator with the aura of the Organ Refinement Intermediate Stage,

and after a moment of silence, he disappeared from everyone’s sight.

…

As Luo Changfeng gradually moved away,

completely disappearing from view,

the pressured young cultivator couldn’t help but ask the leading brother, “Brother, why did you insist that I apologize just now?”

“He’s just an old man with one foot in the grave.”

“As cultivators, why should we apologize to such a person?”

The middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance gazed in the direction Luo Changfeng had left, and said quietly, “An old man with one foot in the grave?”

As he spoke, he shook his head with a wry smile,

and then murmured, “That old man is no ordinary old man!”

“I could sense a terrifying presence about him, something profound and fearsome.”

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