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

Wouldn't he be out of luck?

"Don't overthink it..." Luo Changfeng, seeing the somewhat panic-stricken and uneasy Luo Yao before him, couldn't help but smile and shook his head, then whispered, "Qi-Blood Elixir can indeed enhance a cultivator's cultivation, but you shouldn't take too many of them."

"One a year is the limit..."

Luo Yao let out a slight sigh of relief, then he lifted his head and looked at Patriarch Changfeng in front of him with caution, "I wonder if Patriarch Changfeng has other matters to instruct, apart from this affair?"

Seeing this, Luo Changfeng could only wave his hand.

He signaled Luo Yao in front of him that he could leave.

...

As Luo Yao departed,

In this mysterious courtyard,

Aside from the Shadow Guards hidden in each corner,

It seemed that only Luo Changfeng was left alone.

Just as Luo Changfeng was about to pour himself another cup of tea and silently enjoy the tranquility of the moment,

He suddenly noticed,

On the stone table, that Demon Beast Egg with a grayish-black color,

And engraved with many mysterious patterns, suddenly quivered.

The extent of the tremor was very slight.

If one weren't paying close attention, it might even be overlooked.

"Did it move?"

Looking at the Demon Beast Egg before him,

Luo Changfeng couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

A touch of Qi-Blood Force covered his eyes,

His gaze becoming increasingly focused.

However, it was a pity.

In his field of vision, that grayish-black Demon Beast Egg remained as usual.

Inside it, an utter stillness.

No signs of life whatsoever.

But Luo Changfeng was extremely certain of the tremor he had just noticed; he hadn't seen it wrong.

"Is there an issue with this particular Demon Beast Egg, or is it..."

"Due to some other reason that this phenomenon has occurred?"

Luo Changfeng pondered in his mind.

However, no matter how much he thought,

He couldn't come up with a satisfactory answer.

...

Within the Da Feng Dynasty, in Qingcheng Prefecture,

A cluster of palaces resembling a miniature Imperial Palace,

In a simple courtyard somewhat out of place with the nearby buildings,

Underneath a very modest Stone Pavilion,

At this moment, a white-haired and bearded old man sat quietly.

In front of the old man sat a young man.

The young man, named Feng Wuyi,

Was the ruler of Qingcheng Prefecture.

And the white-haired and bearded old man was the Feng Family Ancestor, Feng Tingdu.

"Ancestor, the Guan Family..."

"Has perished!!!"

Below the Stone Pavilion, after a long silence,

Feng Wuyi said in a low voice to Ancestor Feng Tingdu before him.

Feng Tingdu nodded silently in response, "I know..."

Feng Wuyi looked at the elder before him,

He opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, then once again spoke, "Now, with the Guan Family in Luo Mountain Prefecture perished, and the Luo Family taking control of Luo Mountain Prefecture, the Luo Family's influence... has been established!!!"

And upon hearing this,

Feng Tingdu didn't say much.

He simply picked up a cup of hot tea from the table and sipped it by his mouth.

He knew what the young person before him wanted to say.

But...

Are territory, troops, and that so-called authority really that important in this world?

Absolute strength is the only truth on this land.

Even if the Luo Family grew stronger, what of it?

As long as the Feng Family remained, nothing would happen to the Da Feng Dynasty.

Seeing that the Ancestor before him remained silent,

Feng Wuyi organized his thoughts and then spoke again, "Ancestor, the situation in Qingcheng Prefecture is already difficult. When Luo Mountain Prefecture was divided and ruled by the Luo and Guan Families, there was still a glimmer of hope for Qingcheng Prefecture."

"But now, Luo Family has taken control of Luo Mountain Prefecture."

"Qingcheng Prefecture has now completely become a dead land."

"Ancestor, what do you think..."

"We should do in the future?"

As Feng Wuyi spoke,

His expression gradually grew more solemn.

He knew the Ancestor's intention.

As long as the Feng Family stood for one more day, the Da Feng Dynasty would not be lost.

But if there was a chance, who wouldn't want to ascend to that highest throne?

All of Qingcheng Prefecture was his everything.

Yet now, Qingcheng Prefecture is deeply mired in a quagmire, almost completely without any chance to extricate itself.

As one of the three contenders from the younger generation of the Feng Family, Feng Wuyi,

How can he be willing to accept this now?

...

In the small courtyard, beneath the Stone Pavilion,

Feng Wuyi silently looked at the Ancestor before him.

And Feng Tingdu fell into silence for a long time.

Until he finished the hot tea in his hand,

Feng Tingdu then looked at Feng Wuyi before him.

He said in a low voice,

"I've said it before, you're not suited for it..."

Feng Wuyi protested somewhat unwillingly, "How can you know without trying?"

Feng Tingdu sighed softly, and said in a low voice, "This place in Qingcheng Prefecture was an opportunity we few old men gave you, but you couldn't seize it, whom can you blame?"

Feng Wuyi's expression became flustered, "But, but..."

"But the geographical position of Qingcheng Prefecture is not good."

"If, I could take control of the two prefectures my elder brother holds."

"I would surely not have fallen to such a state."

"Even the one prefecture that my second brother holds, its geographical position is much better than my Qingcheng Prefecture..."

Feng Tingdu, seeing Feng Wuyi before him who seemed to be gradually losing his mind,

Silently stood up and walked towards an ancient tree in the courtyard.