Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood-Chapter 861 - 418 What Are the Odds for the Feng Familys

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Chapter 861: Chapter 418: What Are the Odds for the Feng Family’s Victory?

Chapter 861 -418: What Are the Odds for the Feng Family’s Victory?

Qingshi City, deep within the Luo Family Ancestral Land.

Within a small courtyard that constantly exuded an aura of ancient mystery,

underneath a simple stone pavilion constructed of greenstone,

there sat the Ancestor of the Luo Family, Luo Changfeng, silently watching the person from the Divine Elixir Sect before him, quietly listening to the words of that individual.

Suddenly, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Why?”

Luo Changfeng slightly narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming increasingly cold as he looked at the person from the Divine Elixir Sect before him.

At the same time, a horrifying aura unique to the Mortal Transcendence Realm began to emanate from his body.

And what was most unbelievable was…

The aura spreading from Luo Changfeng was not that of someone who had just entered the Mortal Transcendence Realm.

It was, rather, the kind that indicated one had reached Transcendent Perfection within the Mortal Transcendence Realm.

That is to say, if that aura was authentic,

then Luo Changfeng, the Patriarch of the Luo Family in Qingshi City, very well might have attained the terrifying level of Transcendent Realm Completion.

It’s not that the Transcendent Realm Completion was a particularly high realm for the Divine Elixir Sect Sub-sect.

If the Sub-sect were willing, they could even hire Immortal Realm Cultivators of a higher rank to be stationed within their own Divine Elixir Sect Sub-sect.

But what was different

was that the person who had reached Transcendent Realm Completion was none other than the Patriarch of the Luo Family in Qingshi City.

This point alone was somewhat terrifying.

The Divine Elixir Sect Sub-sect, backed by the Main Sect and dealing in the business of elixirs, had large daily incomes of Spirit Stones.

The Divine Elixir Sect Sub-sect could cultivate cultivators at the Mortal Transcendence, or even Transcendent Realm Completion levels.

This was not much of a problem.

But the real problem was, on what basis did the Luo Family of Qingshi City,

with the limited resources they had at their disposal, manage this?

The more one thought about it, the more the person from the Divine Elixir Sect Sub-sect could not comprehend.

However, though he found this incomprehensible,

he was gradually beginning to understand another point.

It turns out that the Patriarch of the Luo Family in Qingshi City flagrantly broke the contract not due to the pride of himself and his family, but because the Luo Family in Qingshi City simply had no need to.

Mortal Transcendence, what kind of existence was that?

Mortal Transcendence, transcending the mortal coil, a half-step into the immortal.

The Mortal Transcendence Realm, being called a Semi-Immortal Realm by the world, was not without reason.

If Luo Changfeng, the Patriarch of the Luo Family in Qingshi City,

only had the cultivation of the Intermediate Stage or Refining Stage of Mortal Transcendence,

securing a position to face the forces of the Da Feng Dynasty that had controlled the land for over a millennium would not be guaranteed.

But if one had the cultivation of Transcendent Perfection to confront the Royal Feng Family of the Da Feng Dynasty,

this person from the Divine Elixir Sect could think of no other words than ‘reliable.’

“Transcendent Perfection, Transcendent Perfection, the realm of Transcendent Perfection…”

“Ancestor of the Luo Family, you truly have deceived almost everyone…”

The person from the Divine Elixir Sect clenched his teeth, his eyes slightly red with unwillingness as he intently watched Luo Changfeng.

After a moment,

the person from the Divine Elixir Sect turned away and quietly walked out of the courtyard.

Since he now knew that Luo Changfeng, the Patriarch of the Luo Family in Qingshi City, had reached the completion of the Mortal Transcendence Realm,

what sense was there in staying?

Of course, given the existence of the Divine Elixir Sect behind him,

the alchemist from the Divine Elixir Sect would not be overly concerned about Luo Changfeng, the Patriarch of the Luo Family in Qingshi City.

Transcendent Perfection is indeed a high level here,

indeed, it could be considered among the elite.

But if you leave this place, if you leave this land,

you will find that the realm of Transcendent Perfection

is mediocre at best.

Mortal Transcendence, transcending the mortal coil, a half-step into the immortal.

Although the realm is referred to as a Semi-Immortal Realm by the world,

immortal is immortal, and mortal is mortal.

Even the so-called Semi-Immortal Realm, the Mortal Transcendence Realm,

is still nothing more than ants in front of true Immortal Realm Cultivators.

About the time it took for a pot of tea to brew later,

in Qingshi City, within the Luo Family Ancestral Land,

within the courtyard where the Patriarch of the Luo Family resided.

At this time, Luo Changfeng, the Patriarch of the Luo Family, was sitting peacefully under a stone pavilion, his eyes slightly narrowed.

He watched calmly and silently in the direction where the person from the Divine Elixir Sect had departed.

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In his slightly narrowed eyes, an icy light flashed again and again.

“The Divine Elixir Sect…”

“They even think of bringing my Luo Family of Qingshi City under their wing, to become a subordinate force of the Divine Elixir Sect Sub-sect.”

“This is indeed, somewhat interesting…”

“I wonder what expression those from the Main Sect would have if they discovered that the Wan Dan Sect Sub-sect, their adversary, was actually controlled by me.”

Luo Changfeng quietly gazed into the distance, mulling over these thoughts silently in his heart.

He was indeed quite curious about this.

“Black Feather…”

Suddenly, Luo Changfeng turned his head and quietly called out to the pitch-black feather about the size of a palm, perched on one leg on the rooftop of the small courtyard.