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

It wasn’t a single room.

Rather, several Shadow Guard reserves lived together.

"Number Thirty-Eight, where are you from?"

Inside the room where Luo Ze was.

A youth in black clothing, who looked somewhat frail but whose body emitted faint whiffs of blood, was half-lying on his own wooden bed.

He tilted his head and asked in a low voice to the seemingly ordinary kid beside him who had managed to survive until now.

Indeed, in the eyes of Number Thirty-Nine.

Number Thirty-Eight, who was neither tall nor particularly robust in build, was a pure child.

In the outside world, normally.

Kids of this age would often be frolicking and playing with their little friends.

But here.

No matter how young you are.

You must take part in the Shadow Guard selection.

Your life belongs to the Luo Family.

To be precise, to the Ancestor of the Luo Family.

All those who appear here have died once before.

If you want to walk out of this cold, cruel, and extremely bloody world, there is only one possibility.

That is to become one of the Shadow Guards.

But, wanting to become a Shadow Guard.

Wanting to stand out over countless corpses.

To be chosen by those senior Shadow Guards.

How easy could that be?

...

Inside the room. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Number Thirty-Eight, also known as Luo Ze, who was thrown into this bloody hell by Patriarch Luo Changfeng of the Luo Family.

He chose not to answer the question from the Number Thirty-Nine beside him.

Normally, each Shadow Guard.

Has a unique code to themselves.

But as reserves for the Shadow Guards.

Beyond a number, they seemed to possess nothing else.

As for a name?

In this bloody hell, there is no need for such a thing as a name.

"Don’t feel like talking, huh?"

"That’s fine..."

Number Thirty-Nine looked at Luo Ze beside him, who seemed to be closing his eyes to rest.

He couldn’t help but smile and shake his head.

In this past month, the people in the room had changed over and over.

Yet, only this Number Thirty-Eight had persisted until now.

If it weren’t for that reason...

Number Thirty-Nine wouldn’t be so proactive in striking up conversations with others.

After all, no one knows.

How long they can endure and survive in such a hell.

...

Outside Luo Ze’s room.

Yuan silently watched for a moment.

Then, he left the courtyard.

Back to Qingshi City, Luo Family Ancestral Land, where Luo Changfeng was.

"How is it?"

In Qingshi City, at the courtyard of the Ancestor of the Luo Family.

At this moment, Luo Changfeng was sitting quietly under a Stone Pavilion.

He held a cup of hot tea in his hands, sipping it slowly.

Meanwhile, the young man known by the codename "Yuan" softly responded from beside him, "Excellent temperament, slightly lacking in talent..."

Of course, this was already Yuan being rather generous in his description.

If it were someone else...

No matter how firm their resolve,

If their strength was not up to par, they would perish within three days in that courtyard.

The selection process for the Shadow Guard is not that simple.

Even if it was just a minor Shadow Guard reserve, not even an official Shadow Guard,

anyone who could survive for an extended period in that courtyard, which was akin to a blood-soaked purgatory,

must have had some tricks up their sleeve.

"Excellent temperament, but talent is somewhat lacking?"

Luo Changfeng heard this and afterwards, he waved his hand.

He dismissed Yuan, who was standing beside him with his head slightly bowed.

Afterwards, he just focused on drinking the hot tea in his hands.

As for that youngster, Luo Ze...

Luo Changfeng had already done everything he could for him.

If it was still not enough,

perhaps it was just his destiny to be so.

No matter how unwilling or resistant he was,

without some fortuitous encounters or major changes, the life of that youngster, Luo Ze, might already be foreseeable in its entirety.

...

In the small courtyard, under the Stone Pavilion,

after Luo Changfeng finished the tea in his hands,

he silently stood up and walked towards the direction of a Half Spirit Field in the courtyard.

The Formation covering the Half Spirit Field, which consisted of Locking Spirit and Gathering Spirit,

had already been modified by Luo Changfeng.

Both the effects of Gathering Spirit and Locking Spirit were at least several times stronger than before.

And this was still the case when Luo Changfeng hadn’t fully researched the matter.

If he were to thoroughly study the two diagrams given to him by the Carefree Monk,

not to mention the enhancement of Gathering Spirit and Locking Spirit by several times,

an increase of tenfold, even dozens of times, was not out of the realm of possibility.

By that time, combined with the mysterious Spiritual Medicine growing in the Half Spirit Field,

perhaps he could replicate the scene from the Initial Ghost,

producing a large amount of true Spirit Fields on a massive scale?

Of course, for now, this was just a hypothesis.

As to whether it could become a reality,

there was still no certainty.

"Grow quickly..."

He took a final look at the Half Spirit Field, where a mysterious Spiritual Medicine that seemed to have grown to the size of a little finger,

emerald green in color, surrounded by swirling Spiritual Energy and strong vitality.

After that, Luo Changfeng turned around, with his hands clasped behind his back,

and slowly walked out of the small courtyard.

... Your next read awaits at empire

In Qingshi City, Luo Family Ancestral Land,

within the room of the reigning Luo Family Patriarch,

Luo Ping, the current Family Head of the Luo Family, was seated in the principal seat, quietly immersed in reviewing a compilation of recent events from across the Da Feng Dynasty.

[Xu Family of Wan Shan Prefecture publicly declares war on Xunyang Prefecture Ke Family...]

[Qingcheng Prefecture struggling to resist the frenzied onslaught of the New Emperor...]

[Feng Wuhen, who controls the lands of Changqing and Anqing Prefectures, appears to be amassing a large troop presence on the border of Qingcheng Prefecture, possibly indicating intentions to make a move against that land...]

[Buddhist forces within White Lotus Prefecture seem to have reached a complete and thorough phase of unification in recent times...]

Looking at these pieces of information, Luo Ping, sitting in the principal seat, couldn’t help but narrow his eyes slightly.