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

Inside the room.

Luo Ping, seated at the head of the table, listened to these words.

He nodded silently, seemingly in thought.

The words did indeed make sense.

The Xunyang Prefecture Ke Family, in their search for a lifeline, would certainly cling to the borderlands of Wan Shan Prefecture and refuse to leave.

As for the New Emperor Feng Wumian, in order to wear down the strength of both the Luo Family and the Ke Family, which held sway over three prefectures,

he would surely choose to sit high above, quietly observing the struggle between the two great families, the Luo and Ke.

Even though the New Emperor Feng Wumian had previously promised

to aid the Xunyang Prefecture Ke Family in pressuring the Luo Family,

in this cold and cruel world, the promises of anyone should not be believed.

And the only thing that could be trusted

was one's own interests.

"If it really is as you say, then this war will probably last for at least several months, or even years,"

"The only question is whether the Xunyang Prefecture Ke Family can bear the logistic pressure of nearly two million troops during this period..."

Luo Ping mused to himself.

A faint smile, imperceptible to others, gradually appeared on his calm and unchanging face.

Whether the Xunyang Prefecture Ke Family could bear such pressure,

Luo Ping did not yet know.

But on his side, the Luo Family, there was definitely no problem.

Putting aside everything else, the food collected and stored recently was already enough to support about three years of war.

With this in mind, not to mention the continued accumulation of more food during these three years.

...

In Qingshi City, within the Luo Family Ancestral Land,

inside a mysterious courtyard at the very heart of the land,

Luo Changfeng at this moment

was sitting quietly beneath a stone pavilion.

In front of him sat a young girl, pale as snow, her body faintly exuding bursts of bone-chilling cold.

"Patriarch Changfeng, it's your turn..."

Under the pavilion, after making her move, Luo Youwei looked at Luo Changfeng in front of her. Your next read awaits at empire

On her delicate and fair face,

a slight smile couldn't help but emerge.

The advantage in the game of chess was now hers.

Could it be that today's game wouldn't end as miserably as the ones in the past?

That was what Luo Youwei was thinking.

"Feeling confident about your advantage?"

Luo Changfeng, looking at the young girl in front of him, Luo Youwei, how could he not know what was going through the mind of this little one.

However, it was a pity.

This little one was still somewhat greedy for immediate gain,

and did not set her sights far enough into the future.

"I make this move, now it's your turn..."

Picking up a chess piece, Luo Changfeng casually placed it on an inconspicuous spot on the board.

Yet this seemingly insignificant move

completely changed the course of the game.

Luo Youwei, who had held a great advantage, lost it all,

and Luo Changfeng, who had been seemingly trapped,

suddenly turned the situation around with that single move.

"Life is like this game of chess, sometimes one must not be too eager for immediate gain, remember to look further ahead,"

"Otherwise, one careless move can lead to a situation where all is lost."

Patriarch Changfeng said softly with a smile,

speaking to Luo Youwei in front of him.

And at this moment, the little Luo Youwei stared intently at the chessboard before her,

her gaze appearing serious and solemn.

It was only after a long while

that she finally exhaled slowly.

"Patriarch Changfeng, I've lost again..."

Luo Youwei said with a bitter smile, speaking softly.

Meanwhile, Luo Changfeng silently picked up a teapot and poured her a cup of hot tea.

Then he said quietly, "Your heart is a bit chaotic, have a cup of tea first..."

"This tea tastes quite good; I usually don't serve it to others, only to you, this little one."

Luo Youwei blinked her eyes.

She looked curiously at the cup of tea in front of her, its color a clear green.

It looked quite clear.

Even from a distance, one could see the steam rising from the hot tea.

About a moment later.

She lifted the cup of tea that was before her.

Squinting slightly, she took a small sip.

She remembered that's how Patriarch Changfeng used to drink tea.

So, she also learned to do the same.

"How does it taste?"

Seated quietly under the Stone Pavilion, Luo Changfeng watched with interest the young girl Luo Youwei savoring her tea.

Luo Youwei paused, then took a large gulp and swallowed it.

Afterward, she spoke softly, "Um... do you want to hear the truth, Patriarch Changfeng, or a lie?"

Luo Changfeng said, "What does a lie matter, and what about the truth?"

Luo Youwei rolled her eyes and, after pondering for a moment, she replied, "If it were a lie, I would say that the tea is fragrant, that it can calm and focus the mind, and even allow one to clearly sense the passing of time, as well as the changes between heaven and earth..."

Luo Changfeng listened to these words.

He nodded with satisfaction.

The effect of the tea was truly so.

It helped him to calm his mind, clearly sense the passing of time, and the changes between heaven and earth.

It allowed him to elevate his Heart Realm more quickly.

"As for the truth..."

Luo Youwei looked at the Patriarch Changfeng in front of her, who wore a bit of a smile and seemed rather pleased with her flattering lies.

For a moment, she found it hard to express her true feelings.

"What is the truth?"

Luo Changfeng silently regarded the young girl Luo Youwei and asked in a low voice.

After hesitating for a moment, Luo Youwei still shared her true feelings: "The truth is that the tea is as light as water, it lacks flavor, and even... there's a hint of bitterness that lingers."

...

The words of Luo Youwei slowly echoed in the courtyard.

And as soon as her words were out,

The atmosphere under the Stone Pavilion suddenly became a bit awkward.

Luo Changfeng just sat there quietly.

Silently watching Luo Youwei in front of him.

In that moment, the two just stared at each other.

"Are you sure you haven't confused the truth with a lie?"

A twitch appeared at the corner of Luo Changfeng's eyes.

He looked at the unfinished cup of tea on the stone table, belonging to the little miss Luo Youwei.

He then regarded Luo Youwei in front of him.

After a long silence, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

In response, the answer from the young miss Luo Youwei was, "Patriarch Changfeng, I too wish I had them mixed up, but..."

At this point, Luo Youwei did not continue.

...

Before long,

Luo Youwei left the courtyard of Luo Changfeng.

It seemed she intended to continue her cultivation of the Frostheart Technique.

Once begun, the cultivation of the Frostheart Technique cannot easily be stopped.

In Luo Youwei's body, there would often arise a bone-chilling coldness that was somewhat unbearable.

The cultivation of the Frostheart Technique involved driving that coldness to one's heart.

Allowing it to constantly temper one's heart.

Until the Frostheart Technique was perfected, when one's heart would transform into a frost heart, as if it were made from ten-thousand-year-old profound ice.

However, the process was easier said than done.

In practice, it was filled with countless hardships and difficulties.

Simply put, cultivating the Frostheart Technique is akin to a ceaseless race against time.

If you run fast, you can withstand the coldness within and survive.

If you run even a little slower...

Then, you'll slowly be frozen stiff by that piercing coldness.

Until your whole body turns into an ice sculpture as if cast from millennia-old profound ice.

...

"Is this tea really that bad?"

Under the Stone Pavilion.

Luo Changfeng looked at the unfinished cup of tea on the stone table left by the young girl Luo Youwei.

Then, he poured himself another cup.

Lifting it to his lips, he took a sip.

"This tea is quite good..."

"It's not as unbearable as that youngster said..."