Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood Chapter 651: 313 Mysterious Formation?2

Chapter 651: Chapter 313 Mysterious Formation?_2

What was that phrase again?

Immortal deanor and Taoist bones?

Taoist bones?

Uh, it seems like that’s the one.

Whether it is or not, doesn’t matter anymore.

The most important thing now is to serve the old master in front of well.

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With his vast experience in sizing up people, he could easily tell.

This old master is definitely not ordinary.

So, if he serves this old master well and the old master becos happy, maybe he’ll reward him with sothing.

Maybe even grant him an immortal fate?

The more the owner of the noodle stall who made beef bone soup thought about it, the more he couldn’t help but wear a smile on his face covered with quite a few pockmarks.

…

About another three to five minutes later.

The owner finally prepared a bowl of beef bone soup.

Carrying the beef bone soup, he headed towards where Luo Changfeng was.

“Here we go.”

“Old master, here’s the beef bone soup you ordered.”

“Enjoy.”

After speaking, the owner quietly sat down at another wooden table next to Luo Changfeng.

He certainly wouldn’t dare to sit right next to Luo Changfeng.

But to sit near Luo Changfeng, silently at his service,

of course, there’s no problem with that.

…

So,

just like that,

this small stall began to present a sowhat peculiar scene.

Luo Changfeng was slightly lowering his head, drinking the beef bone soup.

anwhile, the owner, with a face sporting a few pockmarks, was watching Luo Changfeng with a rather brilliant smile.

At this very mont, in the owner’s mind,

he even started imagining.

After becoming that exalted cultivator, that high and mighty immortal, what he would do.

Of course, the first thing.

That would be to return to his original hotown.

To thoroughly enjoy the envious looks of others.

After all, isn’t wealth without a return to one’s hotown like wearing brocade clothes at night?

Next, he’d make sure his enemies received their just desserts.

Afterwards, naturally, it would be to marry many wives and have children.

To continue the bloodline of his family for generations to co.

As for what would co next…

He hadn’t thought that far yet.

Just these dreams were already enough for him.

…

In just a few breaths,

the owner selling beef bone soup had already planned out his entire future, his whole life.

And to have such a life,

he still had to serve the old master in front of him well.

“How is it?”

“Old master, are you finished?”

“Would you like another bowl?”

The pockmarked owner asked Luo Changfeng warmly.

“No need…”

Luo Changfeng quietly shook his head.

After that, he extended his right hand.

He waved it slightly over the wooden table.

The sowhat dazzling sunlight shone on Luo Changfeng’s hand, making the storage ring he wore glint with bursts of splendid light.

“Is, is this the legendary storage ring?”

The owner selling beef bone soup looked at the sowhat special ring that Luo Changfeng wore on his hand.

His eyes suddenly grew wide with anticipation shining through them.

This is my opportunity, here cos my chance.

My chance is coming!!!

The pockmarked owner chanted inwardly.

However, the next mont,

The color of anticipation in his eyes vanished, replaced by a deep sense of disbelief and incomprehension.

“These should be enough, right?”

Luo Changfeng, looking at the small piece of silver fragnts he had taken out from the storage ring and placed on the wooden table, spoke softly.

Actually, if we’re really talking about the price,

that little piece of silver fragnts, not to ntion for a bowl of beef bone soup,

is definitely more than enough even for ten bowls.

The owner really hit the jackpot this ti.

Only, the outco was so far off from what the pockmarked owner had imagined, he suddenly felt a bit thrown off guard.

“Just, just this?”

The pockmarked owner lifted his head stiffly, silently looking at the man in front of him dressed in white, with long white hair,

his whole body exuding an aura of simplicity and indifference—the old man.

His expression suddenly twisted.

“Is it not enough?”

Luo Changfeng frowned slightly, as he asked in a low voice.

For a bowl of beef bone soup, he had given a small piece of Silver Fragnts.

This should have been enough.

Moreover, there would have been so profit left over.

However, the innkeeper displayed such an expression.

What did this an?

Could it be that this was a black shop?

Looking to rip off more money?

At this thought, Luo Changfeng’s expression gradually turned cold.

The white robe he was wearing began to flutter without any wind.

An extrely terrifying aura gradually brewed around Luo Changfeng.

This aura was so fearful that just by glancing at it, the innkeeper with the pockmarked face began to tremble involuntarily.

Large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead as well.

“Enough, it’s enough.”

“Of course, it’s enough.”

The pockmarked-faced innkeeper forced a smile, saying softly.

“That’s good then.”

Luo Changfeng nodded.

Afterward, he turned and slowly walked in the direction of Qingliu Fang.

He hadn’t forgotten his purpose for coming out.

After finishing the beef bone soup, he naturally wanted to take a look at the so-called Qingliu Fang.

…

Soon, Luo Changfeng walked away.

At the stall that sold beef bone soup.

The pockmarked-faced innkeeper was squatting on the ground at this mont, looking like he wanted to cry but had no tears.

He looked at the man in white.

Luo Changfeng, who was bathed in an extraordinary aura from head to toe.

Then he looked at himself.

Suddenly, a tear of helplessness and bitterness slid down the corner of his eye.

Gone, all gone.

His dream of Immortal Cultivation, gone.

He had hoped that the old man might be the first opportunity on his path to Immortal Cultivation.

Instead…

The cold and cruel reality slapped him in the face, brutally pulling him out of his fantasies.

“Boss, I’d like a bowl of beef bone soup…”

Suddenly, a strong middle-aged man appeared in front of the stall.

“Beef bone soup?”

The pockmarked-faced innkeeper heard the call and was montarily startled.

Then he quickly stood up.

On that pockmarked face, he forced a smile.

“This way, sir. The beef bone soup will be ready in a mont, it’ll be just a mont.”

The pockmarked-faced innkeeper pointed to a spot beside him and said with a smile.

At the sa ti, he silently stood up and walked back inside his stall.

He began to prepare a new bowl of beef bone soup.

Though his dream of Immortal Cultivation was shattered.

Life still had to go on, didn’t it?

There was money still to be made.

With elders above and children below, he still needed to earn a living.

…

Qingshi City, the inner city.

Qingliu Fang, known for its fireworks.

It was naturally located on the most crowded and bustling street.

“Young master, do you want to co up and have a look?”

“Young master, don’t go…”

“Young master, whatever you want to play, we at Qingliu Fang have it…”

Luo Changfeng had not yet approached.

He could faintly hear the coquettish calls.

“So this is the so-called Qingliu Fang?”

Outside Qingliu Fang.

Luo Changfeng, with his hands behind his back, slightly squinted his eyes.

He watched the building in front of him with a very calm deanor.

Indeed, just as he expected.

Sothing was amiss with Qingliu Fang.

Within Qingliu Fang, there was a faint aura of a mysterious Formation.

Although the person who had set up the Formation had concealed it.

But how could such clumsy tricks hide from Luo Changfeng?

“Interesting, truly interesting.”

“In Qingshi City, under the rule of the Luo Family, soone dares to set up a Formation that seems capable of siphoning one’s life essence.”

“Such audacity.”

Luo Changfeng murmured softly.

Afterward, he walked calmly and quietly toward Qingliu Fang with his hands still behind his back.