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

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"Leaving already?"

Luo Changfeng gazed at Luo Qingshan, who donned a yellow monk robe and wore a string of yellow Buddhist beads around his wrist.

He held a cup of steaming tea, asking with a tranquil voice.

"Half a year..."

"It’s time..."

Luo Qingshan’s head was slightly bowed, his expression carrying a tinge of reluctance and unwillingness to part.

"Has half a year already passed by in the blink of an eye?"

Luo Changfeng silently nodded.

He then brought the cup of hot tea to his lips, sipping slowly.

Sitting in silence opposite Luo Qingshan.

There was no exchange of words between them.

And scarcely any exchange of glances.

For a moment...

The atmosphere in the small courtyard became gradually more somber.

"Oh, right..."

After finishing his cup of tea.

Luo Changfeng seemed to remember something.

He waved his hand and from his storage ring, he took out a sword-shaped spiritual artifact about the size of a palm.

Half was blood-red, and half was pure white.

He lightly played with it in his hand, then explained to Luo Qingshan in a low voice, "This is a mid-grade Yellow Grade spiritual artifact. Its grade may not be very high, but for you, it should still be rather useful.

Compared to those lower-grade Buddha Beads that don’t reach Yellow Grade, this spiritual artifact can absorb and contain multiple times more malignant qi and killing intent, even more than tenfold."

"Moreover, that’s not the most important part. The key is that as long as it doesn’t absorb more malignant qi and killing intent than its limit in one go, it can autonomously digest and expel those negative energies from itself."

"So..."

As Luo Changfeng spoke, he handed over the palm-sized sword-shaped spiritual artifact, which faintly emanated a bloody light and an air of utmost purity and cleanliness, to Luo Qingshan in front of him.

"A mid-grade Yellow Grade spiritual artifact?"

Luo Qingshan looked at the artifact in his hand, about the size of a palm.

Half blood-red, half pure white.

On the outside, it resembled a small sword.

He couldn’t help but slightly squint his eyes.

Channeling his Qi-Blood Force into the artifact, he closely felt its essence.

Indeed...

Only a few breaths’ time was needed.

And he could feel the extraordinary nature of this spiritual artifact.

Those lesser Buddha Beads, abundant as they were and easily wasted without a second thought...

But compared to those so-called pure yellow beads...

It was naturally this half blood-red, half pure white artifact, appearing like a small sword, that was more useful and more convenient.

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Qingshi City, Luo Family Ancestral Land.

Inside a mysterious courtyard that exuded an ancient aura.

Luo Qingshan and Elder Changfeng sat silently for a while longer.

From time to time, they would engage in light conversation.

This kind of life was truly comfortable.

But, even with all the cherishing and reluctance, time always ticks away bit by bit.

Luo Qingshan, who set out on the cultivation journey,

couldn’t always stay in a small courtyard like this forever.

So, as the sun set,

and its afterglow spilled over the land, tinting the sky slightly yellow,

Luo Qingshan silently stood up.

After bidding farewell to Elder Changfeng and to his relatives in the family one by one,

he then departed alone, quietly leaving the Luo Family Ancestral Land that had raised him.

Leaving behind the all too familiar, yet somewhat foreign Qingshi City.

...

At this time, with spring cultivation underway,

outside Qingshi City was a sea of verdant crops.

Cheerful peasants tended to the grains, each with a smile on their faces.

Similarly, many children,

were frolicking around the fields just outside Qingshi City,

looking blissfully happy.

"It’s about time we left, too..."

Clad in a yellow monk robe,

with a palm-sized, half blood-red, half pure white,

odd yet pure-looking spiritual artifact hanging from his chest, Luo Qingshan listened,

as an old man with gray-white long hair and a patched gray monk robe said to him, biting into a greasy chicken leg,

"Master..."

Suddenly, Luo Qingshan called out softly.

"What is it?"

The middle-aged monk with gray-white hair casually asked while continuing to gnaw on the chicken leg.

"Master, do you think...

once we leave this time, will we really never come back?"

After a long silence,

Luo Qingshan suddenly asked. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Come back?" The monk with gray-white hair tilted his head, pondering for a moment before softly responding, "Probably... you might be able to return, right?"

"But even if you can come back, it might be hundreds of years from now, or perhaps even thousands."

"By that time, everything will have changed beyond recognition."

"It’s not just about the Qingshi City Luo Family that raised you; even whether the Da Feng Dynasty will still exist is a question..."

As he spoke,

the middle-aged monk in the patched robe,

focused once again on the greasy chicken leg in his hands.

However, while eating,

his gaze was once more drawn to the small sword-like spiritual artifact hanging from Luo Qingshan’s chest.

"Where did you get that thing on your chest? I don’t seem to have seen it before..."

Asked the middle-aged monk with a casual demeanor.

Hearing this question, Luo Qingshan placed the artifact that resembled a small sword from his chest into his right hand.

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