Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood Chapter 295 - 149: The Qi-Blood Elixir, Success!3

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"Next, who will co?"

"You?"

Luo Changfeng glanced at the Viscera Refinent Initial Stage cultivator who was in a terrible ss, scared into paralysis on the ground.

He said, quite calmly.

"No, no, don’t..."

The extrely disheveled Viscera Refinent Initial Stage cultivator stamred as he continually tried to crawl backward.

Among the other three in front of Luo Changfeng,

one well-built, bald man glanced disdainfully at the man.

Then, he silently stepped forward.

But his fate turned out to be even worse.

Because his strength was too powerful and uncontrollable, he ended up exploding and dying.

...

In a mysterious courtyard within the Luo Family Ancestral Land,

the scent of blood, sowhat fishy, was splattered everywhere.

Pieces of flesh had been scattered in all corners.

"Another failure?"

"It seems I still need to control the amount of Bloodroot. Even one-tenth of a Bloodroot seems too much for refining a single Qi-Blood Elixir..."

After muttering to himself,

Luo Changfeng shifted his gaze to the remaining three individuals.

These three were not so compliant anymore.

After witnessing the deaths of the two Organ Refinent cultivators,

the faces of the remaining two, aside from Ao Ding, who possessed the Organ Refinent Late Stage, turned rather pale.

The scent of death seed to have already spread around the pair.

...

Through the forcible ans of the Shadow Guards,

two cups of crimson liquid

were poured down the throats of the pair.

However, the outco seed sowhat unsatisfactory.

Now, in this mysterious courtyard,

the sole remaining Organ Refinent cultivator was none other than Ao Ding, who possessed the Organ Refinent Late Stage.

And of the crimson tea, there was only one cup left.

"Are you the Ancestor of the Luo Family from Luo Mountain Prefecture?"

Ao Ding looked at the man in front of him, who was sowhat gaunt, with myriad strands of silver hair,

and who exuded an aura of a sage.

His expression beca sowhat heavy.

He couldn’t see, couldn’t see at all what cultivation level the Ancestor of the Luo Family possessed.

Normally, given Ao Ding’s Organ Refinent Late Stage, he should be able to discern at least a hint of the capabilities of an Organ Refinent Perfection Realm cultivator.

But with this Ancestor of the Luo Family,

he could not see through him at all.

It was as if the old man before him was just like any other ordinary elderly person.

Yet, who could appear here,

and command those Shadow Guards in hiding, beings of terrifying strength?

How could he be an ordinary elderly man?

So, there was only one explanation that made sense now.

The old man before him was not only the mysterious Ancestor of the Luo Family from Luo Mountain Prefecture,

but furthermore, this old fellow

was of a cultivational level even higher than Organ Refinent Perfection: the Blood Refinent Realm.

As for which specific realm of the Blood Refinent Realm he belonged to, that seed to matter little now.

Because as long as the Ancestor of the Luo Family had reached the Blood Refinent Realm, the Luo Family of Luo Mountain Prefecture could easily rise to beco one of the top family powers within the Da Feng Dynasty.

Of course, Feng Wumian, the New Emperor of the Da Feng Dynasty,

he represented the strongest family power within the Da Feng Dynasty, bar none.

Top grade, the strongest.

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During this period, there was naturally a significant gap.

"Will you do it yourself, or shall I help you?"

Luo Changfeng looked at Ao Ding in front of him and asked calmly in a low voice.

After hesitating for a mont, Ao Ding silently stepped forward.

He picked up the cup of scarlet tea from the green stone table.

Then, he drained it.

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Hot.

Very hot.

Ao Ding felt his whole body burning.

Ever since he had drunk that scarlet liquid, he had felt as though he had ingested a cup of scalding magma.

Not just the sensation of being scalded, which was sowhat unbearable to him,

but also a deep, bone-piercing pain.

It made him involuntarily clench his fists tightly.

In an instant, his complexion beca flushed red.

His eyes gradually turned bloodshot.

A scarlet aura emanated from his body, spreading in all directions.

"Oh?"

"Did he succeed this ti?"

In the courtyard, beneath the Stone Pavilion,

Luo Changfeng was brewing a new pot of tea for himself while silently observing Ao Ding in front of him.

Approximately half an hour later,

all the changes in Ao Ding’s body had disappeared.

An extrely powerful Qi-Blood Force flowed within him.

The aura of soone who had reached the Organ Refinent Perfection Realm

gradually emanated from Ao Ding.

"Has my cultivation broken through?"

Ao Ding pinched his fists, feeling the seemingly endless supply of potent Qi-Blood Force within him.

In his eyes, a hint of hope began to spark.

If the Organ Refinent Late Stage wasn’t enough, then perhaps he, now at Organ Refinent Perfection Realm... could break the shackles binding him and escape from here?

Yes, it surely must be possible.

With this thought in mind, Ao Ding’s face instantly showed waves of excitent.

"Ha, break for !!!"

Ao Ding shouted and then unleashed the boundless Qi-Blood Force within him.

[Creak...]

[Creak, creak...]

The sound of the strained shackles suddenly filled the sowhat silent courtyard.

The Shadow Guard, seeing Ao Ding, whose cultivation had broken through to the Organ Refinent Perfection Realm, trying to flee,

imdiately drew the standard Yellow Grade inferior Spiritual Sword at his waist, tightly surrounding Ao Ding.

anwhile, Luo Changfeng, sitting beneath the Stone Pavilion,

was silently pouring himself a cup of steaming tea.

While sipping the tea in his hand, he watched Ao Ding in front of him, whose complexion was flushed with the effort of trying to snap the millennia-old Xuan iron shackles, looking no different from a clown.

After a short while,

Luo Changfeng couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

This guy Ao Ding had probably just broken through and was not thinking clearly.

If the shackles had been made of ordinary refined iron, Ao Ding might have had so chance of snapping them and escaping.

But if it were shackles forged from millennia-old Xuan iron,

and moreover, those crafted by the hands of Luo Changfeng,

their durability was such that not even at the pinnacle of Organ Refinent,

let alone at Blood Cultivation Perfection, could one break them.

If a cultivator above Blood Cultivation in the Mortal Transcendence Realm were to be locked by these millennia-old Xuan iron shackles, normally, they would also be unable to break them.

Of course, this refers to normal circumstances.

If the conditions were abnormal, the outco would naturally differ accordingly.