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

He looked over and saw that her entire body was covered in a layer of frost.

With each breath she took, it seemed to exhale an extremely cold and bone-piercing air Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He couldn’t help but narrow his eyes slightly.

Strange, there was something odd.

Logically speaking, if one has successfully transformed their heart into an ice heart,

allowing the chill of ice to gather in the veins of the heart,

under normal circumstances, one should no longer feel the chill of ice.

Even in sub-zero temperatures.

Even at absolute zero.

Common sense dictates that one should not feel the chill of ice.

Yet, the little girl Luo Youwei, who was sitting quietly in front of him, seemed to be different from the descriptions in the Frostheart Technique.

"Never mind..."

After thinking for a long time, Luo Changfeng couldn’t help but smile and shake his head.

In this world of survival of the fittest,

to be alive is already exceedingly difficult.

What more could he ask for?

"Other than feeling cold, do you feel anything else?"

After a moment of silence,

he asked Luo Youwei, who was in front of him, once again.

This time, Luo Youwei didn’t speak.

She just shook her little head slightly.

Apart from feeling cold, she felt her body was somewhat weak.

Her Qi-Blood Force inside also seemed somewhat depleted.

Her previously strong and continuously beating heart

appeared to have become somewhat strange.

But Luo Youwei did not share any of this with Elder Changfeng in front of her.

She already troubled Elder Changfeng enough.

She didn’t want to trouble Elder Changfeng any further.

"Is that so?"

Looking at the pale-faced, silent Luo Youwei in front of him,

Luo Changfeng waved his hand and took out an ancient book from his storage ring, its cover already somewhat worn and indistinct.

"This cultivation technique is called the Frostheart Technique."

"Its grade is at the lower tier of Earth level."

"The reason you could wake up is largely due to this technique, so..."

"From now on, you should diligently practice this technique."

"If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can come and ask me."

"If there’s anything you need, you can also come to me anytime."

Luo Changfeng spoke with a very gentle expression.

In front of him, Luo Youwei’s eyes couldn’t help but well up with tears at the sight of the old and indistinct cover of the Frostheart Technique.

However, it was only for a moment.

She then forced herself to suppress the urge to cry.

Even though Elder Changfeng said nothing,

she was keenly aware of the price Elder Changfeng had paid for her.

"Elder Changfeng..."

Suddenly, Luo Youwei spoke.

Her voice carried a bit of chilliness.

Luo Changfeng silently looked at Luo Youwei in front of him and quietly asked, "What’s the matter?"

Luo Youwei smiled and then said, "It’s been a long time since I played chess with Elder Changfeng, how about..."

Before Luo Youwei could finish,

Luo Changfeng waved his hand and took out two boxes of black and white chess pieces from his storage ring.

Having not played chess for a long time, he indeed felt a bit of nostalgia.

...

In the blink of an eye,

approximately a month went by.

During this month, the Miao Family of Chenguan Prefecture in the Da Feng Dynasty suffered successive defeats,

continually losing city after city.

Their defense line was again and again breached by the Luo Family’s forces.

The situation had become quite precarious.

Meanwhile, on the side of the Luo Family in Qingshi City, everything was being developed and strengthened in an orderly fashion.

In the Luo Family Ancestral Land of Qingshi City,

inside the room where the Luo Family Patriarch resided,

Luo Ping, as the Current Patriarch of the Luo Family, was sitting in the main seat,

casually sipping tea while silently gazing into the distance.

"Patriarch, news from the front lines..."

A servant suddenly entered.

"Oh?"

Luo Ping looked at the person in front of him and, after taking the letter containing various pieces of information from his hands, he waved to dismiss the person before him.

[In one month’s time, the Miao Family of Chenguan Prefecture lost about two-thirds of their territory...]

[Three days ago, the Miao Family sought aid from the Xunyang Prefecture Ke Family...]

[A day ago, the Miao Family expressed a willingness to submit to the Luo Family, willing to become a vassal under the Luo Family...]

Looking at this information in his hands,

Luo Ping couldn’t help but smile and shake his head.

Then, he casually tossed the letter onto the table.

If only the Miao Family of Chenguan Prefecture had known better, why act as they did initially?

If the Miao Family of Chenguan Prefecture hadn’t forcibly snatched from the Luo Family’s hands,

would they have ended up like this?

And why would the Luo Family have focused on the Miao Family of Chenguan Prefecture relentlessly?

"Patriarch..."

In the room, as Luo Ping was immersed in his leisure and comfort,

Fang Chaowu, who was sitting by his side,

suddenly stood up.

He slightly bowed his head, cupped his hands, and with great respect said to Luo Ping in a low voice, "Patriarch, the New Emperor seems to be making a move..."

Upon hearing this, Luo Ping’s eyebrows slightly rose.

He turned to look at Fang Chaowu beside him.

Fang Chaowu, with his head slightly bowed, organized his words for a moment before speaking to Luo Ping in a low voice: "During this period, the New Emperor Feng Wumian has mobilized no less than five hundred thousand elite armored soldiers, amassing them on the border adjacent to Qingcheng Prefecture, seemingly... planning to move against Qingcheng Prefecture."

As these words fell,

the mood in the room instantly became somewhat silent.