Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood Chapter 567 - 271 Luo Ping: Do you think this is reliable?2

Chapter 567: Chapter 271 Luo Ping: Do you think this is reliable?_2

Luo Ping, who was the Current Patriarch of the Luo Family, noticed that Luo Yao, sitting beside him, seed to be in a daze.

So, he asked aloud, “What are you thinking about?”

“Do you have an answer to the question I just asked you?”

“What do you think, is this matter reliable?”

After pondering for a long while, Luo Yao cautiously glanced at the expression on Family Head Luo Ping’s face, including his eyes.

Then he spoke in a sowhat euphemistic and low voice, “This matter…”

Luo Ping nodded, “Mhm, how is it?”

Luo Yao, “This matter…”

“I think…”

Luo Ping pressed on, “What do you think?”

Luo Yao looked up, their eyes locked in a staring contest for a while longer.

He took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled.

After that, he finally spoke softly, “For such a matter, we still have to see what my younger sister Youwei thinks; naturally, my saying so doesn’t count…”

Luo Ping furrowed his brows slightly.

Obviously, he was not very satisfied with Luo Yao’s response.

“I want to know what you think.”

“I want you to express, your own viewpoint.”

“Do you think this matter is reliable?”

“Or to put it another way, can it succeed?”

…

Luo Ping’s questioning voice

echoed slowly within this room.

Inside the room, the others all hung their heads low, not daring to easily involve themselves in such a topic.

And there was Luo Yao, seated beside Luo Ping.

At this mont, his expression was slightly distorted.

He really had been pushed to a corner with nowhere to turn.

He had planned to give a perfunctory response and be done with it.

Yet, this person insisted on prying into the matter relentlessly.

Hey, hey, hey, that’s enough.

Is this really necessary?

Moreover, that Luo Youwei is your daughter, not my daughter, Luo Yao.

Whether it can succeed or not, shouldn’t you be asking yourself, instead of pressuring ?

The competition within the business world is so ruthless that it is hardly less than the competition among the various forces within the Da Feng Dynasty.

As to whether Luo Youwei can make it in the business world, how would I know?

However, that’s what he thought.

But what Luo Yao said afterward was sowhat different from these thoughts.

“Family Head,”

“though the competition on the business path is extrely fierce,”

“given younger sister Youwei’s intelligence and wisdom,”

“I think that she will definitely succeed.”

Facing Luo Ping, Luo Yao forced a smile that even he felt was sowhat nauseating.

Subsequently, he slowly uttered these words.

“Oh?”

“Is that what you think?”

Hearing this, Luo Ping nodded his head in considerable satisfaction, then said softly, “Isn’t that a coincidence? I think the sa…”

…

After Luo Ping had been happy for quite so ti,

the atmosphere in the room gradually returned to its initial calm.

Luo Ping, who was the Current Patriarch of the Luo Family,

quietly sat in the main seat, flipping through the political docunts in his hand while sipping the hot tea that had been poured.

And Luo Yao, who was seated beside Luo Ping and being grood as the next Family Head,

at this mont, he let out a long sigh of relief.

He even stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

It was indeed far from easy.

Being trapped in this room every day, dealing with these political affairs, was giving Luo Yao a bit of a headache.

And now, he had to think of various ways to praise his younger sister Youwei.

It was truly giving him a headache.

To the point of feeling utterly exhausted.

…

As ti went on,

it soon reached noon.

At this ti, the scorching sun was high in the sky, the fierce sunlight continuously showered the earth.

Making this world gradually beco like a giant stear,

causing extre discomfort.

However, in the Northern Desolate Divine Continent, within Qingshi City of the Da Feng Dynasty,

this was quite a special exception.

…

Qingshi City, Luo Family Ancestral Land.

In a courtyard that always exuded an air of antiquity and mystery,

under a Stone Pavilion made from ordinary bluestone and with considerable history.

An elder with countless strands of silver hair, a thin figure, yet with a countenance that didn’t betray his age, sat quietly.

At this mont, he was sitting under the stone pavilion.

“You’re here again?”

Luo Changfeng, who was seated under the stone pavilion, raised his head silently after sensing an extrely familiar presence drawing near.

His expression calm, he looked at the empty space before him and spoke softly.

“Yes…”

“Walking along, I inadvertently ended up here.”

“So, I thought I might as well co to see you.”

Following these words,

a figure in a tattered monk’s robe, holding a battered wooden fan,

who seed to be sowhat sloppy — the Carefree Monk,

was smiling faintly, standing in front of Luo Changfeng.

“Walking along, you ‘accidentally’ ended up here?”

Luo Changfeng clearly didn’t believe this claim from the Carefree Monk.

However, he chose not to expose him right away.

“Have a seat first.”

Luo Changfeng gestured to the spot in front of him.

He then picked up the teapot on the stone table.

“Would you like so tea?” he asked in passing.

The Carefree Monk shook his head repeatedly.

The tea leaves within Luo Changfeng’s teapot were indeed fine tea.

Brewed into tea, drinking it could truly help one’s mind to focus and spirit to calm.

It also had many benefits for cultivators.

But the taste of this tea,

the Carefree Monk genuinely found it difficult to accept.

He even struggled to understand why Luo Changfeng was able to gulp it down with relish.

Did the fellow have a problem with his taste buds?

Or was the man himself a bit problematic?

“It’s just as well you don’t want any.”

Luo Changfeng nodded silently and then poured only one cup of tea for himself.

If the Carefree Monk didn’t want any,

he would save so.

“So, this ti you really just happened to pass by and thought,

‘Now that I’m here, might as well stop by’?”

After taking a sip of hot tea,

Luo Changfeng once again looked up at the Carefree Monk and asked softly.

“Hey, what you said is not wrong at all.

That’s exactly the journey my heart took,” said the Carefree Monk, squinting his eyes, his expression sowhat sleazy as he smiled.

Luo Changfeng nodded and then asked, “With that being said, does that an you didn’t co here this ti to ask for so Qi-Blood Elixirs?”

The Carefree Monk still wore a full-faced smile.

He nodded habitually.

However, he quickly realized his mistake and vigorously shook his head.

Looking at Luo Changfeng, he said with a smile, “Since I’m here, how could I, the old monk, not take so Qi-Blood Elixirs back with ?”

…

The voice of the Carefree Monk echoed slowly within the courtyard.

As Luo Changfeng drank his tea, he looked at the monk in front of him, who was slovenly yet sporting a sleazy smile.

A single thought prevailed in his heart.

Hypocrite!!!

This old fellow was sowhat hypocritical.

He ca for the Qi-Blood Elixirs.

Just be honest about it, yet this old monk insisted on pretending as if he ca for a casual visit.

It was sowhat irritating to watch.

If Luo Changfeng’s cultivation hadn’t been far inferior to his,

he really might have used his fist to teach the old fellow a lesson.

Sotis, being honest is indeed better.

“By the way.”

“It’s been a while since your last visit here.”

“How are those hundred Formation Disks you took with you? How have they perford?”

“Is there anything that needs improvent?” Luo Changfeng suddenly asked the Carefree Monk.

“The Formation Disks?” The Carefree Monk thought for a mont, then said with so excitent, “There aren’t any problems; it’s just that the Formation Grade in the Formation Disks is a bit too low. It would be great if they had higher-grade formations engraved…”