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

"Master invites you inside..."

Ruan Liuli spoke coldly, her face expressionless.

Whereas Luo Yao was slightly stunned.

After fixing his gaze on Ruan Liuli for a while,

he silently withdrew his eyes.

He walked step by step towards the courtyard, which seemed to emanate a terrifying aura.

"Patriarch, Patriarch Changfeng..."

Inside the courtyard, beneath the Stone Pavilion.

Luo Yao slightly bent his waist and lowered his head.

His face was filled with utmost respect.

Of course, aside from respect,

there seemed to be traces of trepidation and unease lingering on his face.

"Why did you linger outside and not come in?"

Beneath the Stone Pavilion, after sipping the hot tea in his hand, Luo Changfeng asked Luo Yao in a soft voice.

As to what Luo Yao was afraid of,

he didn’t ask out loud.

"Uh, this, this..."

Luo Yao swallowed his saliva, hesitated, and then gave a somewhat perfunctory answer, "I wanted to present myself to Patriarch Changfeng in the best possible manner, so..."

As he spoke, his voice gradually faded.

"In a few months, you raised your cultivation to the Perfection of Skin Refinement, not bad talent."

Luo Changfeng spoke softly.

Luo Yao chuckled, then said with some modesty, "It’s all thanks to the accomplishments of Patriarch Changfeng..."

"Right."

It seemed that Luo Changfeng suddenly recalled something and he asked Luo Yao in a low voice, "What do you think about the allocation of twenty Body Tempering Elixirs per month? Is that your limit?"

And with this statement from Luo Changfeng,

the atmosphere beneath the Stone Pavilion between the two gradually became tense.

Luo Yao was still slightly bowing his head at this time.

His expression remained calm and unchanged.

But deep within his heart, he was already somewhat in a state of panic.

Twenty Body Tempering Elixirs a month.

It had already made life unbearable for him.

If the quantity increased every month, wouldn’t that mean he was living in literal hell on earth?

The Body Tempering Elixir was indeed a good thing.

But the sensation as if one’s body was being sliced by a small knife before one could slightly improve one’s cultivation was truly not something an ordinary person could endure.

"Patriarch Changfeng, about the twenty per month allocation..."

"I’ve, I’ve already reached my limit."

After pondering for a moment, Luo Yao spoke cautiously in a low voice.

"Oh?"

"You’ve reached your limit?"

"It can’t go any higher?"

Luo Yao nodded repeatedly, saying, "Twenty, that’s the limit, it really can’t go any higher..."

Luo Changfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, speaking calmly, "Yet I feel that twenty Body Tempering Elixirs per month is not your limit."

Luo Yao said with a desire to weep but having no tears, "Patriarch Changfeng, twenty really is the limit..."

Luo Changfeng said, "So you’re saying I’m wrong?"

In some trepidation, Luo Yao said, "I, I never meant to say that..."

Luo Changfeng said, "Since that’s the case, your monthly Body Tempering Elixir portion will be increased from twenty to thirty elixirs."

While speaking, Luo Changfeng patted Luo Yao on the shoulder.

With a meaningful expression, he solemnly added, "Nowadays, Luo Chuan, Luo Yao, Luo Qingshan, they have all left the clan grounds, and as the Luo Family Patriarch, Luo Ping’s cultivation has merely reached the Bone Refinement realm, and even as time gradually passes, Luo Ping’s energy will rapidly decline."

"So, you still need to work much harder!"

Having said that, Luo Changfeng fell silent.

He simply sat quietly beneath the Stone Pavilion.

Silently sipping the tea in his hands.

Standing motionless beside the Stone Pavilion, Luo Yao’s eyes flickered with contemplation, "What does Patriarch Changfeng mean by these words?"

"Could it be that Patriarch Changfeng sees me as the likely next Luo Family Patriarch?"

"Luo Family Patriarch, Luo Yao..."

Engrossed in thought, a smile unwittingly crept over Luo Yao’s face.

If he could really become the next Luo Family Patriarch.

Then, making a bit more effort seemed quite possible!

...

Approximately, after three to five minutes.

Luo Yao left the courtyard.

At this time, within the vast courtyard,

Only Luo Changfeng and Ruan Liuli, who stood quietly by his side with a consistently calm demeanor, remained.

[Gulp...]

[Gulp gulp...]

The sound of tea being swallowed echoed softly.

"Bring Luo Ze here..."

After finishing the tea in his hands, Luo Changfeng said in a low voice to Ruan Liuli beside him.

"Understood."

Ruan Liuli slightly bowed her head.

Then she vanished from the courtyard.

...

As time elapsed,

Merely after the time it takes to drink a few cups of tea,

Luo Ze was brought by Ruan Liuli to the courtyard.

At that moment, Luo Ze still held a Wooden Sword.

His complexion appeared somewhat flushed.

His breathing seemed rather rapid as well.

Seeing Luo Ze in such a state, Luo Changfeng didn’t need to ask to know,

This youngster must have been practicing the sword recklessly again.

"Tired?"

After a long silence, and observing Luo Ze’s breathing gradually stabilize,

Luo Changfeng quietly inquired.

"Tired, very tired..."

The youngster nodded silently in response.

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"Then why persist?"

Luo Ze pondered for a moment, then replied, "I, I want power, I want to be very powerful..."

Luo Changfeng asked again, "Why do you want power? Is it not good to be an ordinary person? As a member of the Luo Family Clan, even without power, you could still live a wealthy life, without worrying about food and expenses."

This time, Luo Ze couldn’t help but lower his head.

After a long silence, his voice slightly choked with emotion as he replied, "My dad, my mom, they told me to protect my little sister, so... I want to attain the strength powerful enough to protect my family!!!"