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

Da Feng Dynasty, White Lotus Prefecture.

Within a white temple where a gigantic white lotus phantom grew.

At this moment, there were many monks clad in pure white robes.
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Bald-headed, hands clasped together.

At first glance, they appeared to be genial.

However, they exuded an odd aura from between the folds of their robes.

They were pacing within this temple.

In the dimly lit room at the very center of the White Brahma Temple, guarded by numerous martial monks with profound cultivation,

sat an old monk with two long white eyebrows,

eyes slightly narrowed, bowing his head slightly,

wearing a string of pure white Buddha beads on his right hand.

He was currently seated cross-legged on a white meditation cushion,

seemingly murmuring something softly.

"Master..."

Suddenly, a young monk dressed in pure white robes embroidered with a few sacred White Lotus flowers

pushed open the tightly shut door.

He then walked into the room.

"Did you find out everything?"

The old monk lifted his eyelids slightly and glanced at the young monk behind him who, though hairless, had a charmingly eerie, somewhat unreal appearance, and asked in a low voice.

"Master, I have thoroughly investigated all the information concerning the Da Feng Dynasty..."

The eerily handsome young man smiled faintly and then said softly.

"Go on..."

The old monk murmured.

The eerily handsome young monk took a few steps forward.

Then, he spoke quietly.

"As it stands, there are only three powers truly worthy of our attention in the Da Feng Dynasty."

"First, there is the Royal Feng Family."

"Second, there is the Luo Family, which has rapidly risen to prominence in a short time and controls three prefectures."

"As for the third..."

"It's the Luoshan Prefecture Sub-sect that has unified the branches of the Wan Dan Sect in the Da Feng Dynasty."

"However, this Luoshan Prefecture Sub-sect is merely a force specialized in elixir making."

"Furthermore, it is just a sub-sect of the Wan Dan Sect."

"Presumably, it should pose no threat to us at the White Brahma Temple..."

The old monk nodded silently after hearing these words.

Then, his eyes widened slightly as he looked in the direction outside the room.

"Have the remnants of the Great Hanging Temple been dealt with?"

After a long silence, the old monk with the long white eyebrows spoke lowly to the young man behind him.

"Master, the monks of the Great Hanging Temple have left the land of the White Lotus Prefecture and have entered the territories of other prefectures."

"So..."

"It's not very convenient for us to take action."

The handsome young man said, bowing his head slightly.

The old monk, who was sitting cross-legged on the white meditation cushion,

sighed with a hint of resignation upon hearing this.

Da Feng Dynasty, White Lotus Prefecture.

This was just a small place after all.

Not to mention Immortal Realm Cultivators, there were hardly a few cultivators in the Mortal Transcendence Realm.

The old monk had thought that taking down this White Lotus Prefecture

and unifying all the Buddhist forces within it,

making all the forces acknowledge and learn the ultimate Buddhist teachings of his White Brahma Temple,

should have been a surefire thing.

However, what the old monk hadn't expected was

that within the Great Hanging Temple, the oldest and most powerful monastery with the greatest influence in the White Lotus Prefecture,

there lurked an old monk whose strength was only slightly less than his own.

If it had been just that, it would have been fine.

But what was unexpected was

that the old monk who was hidden in the Great Hanging Temple had managed to escape from his grasp.

Furthermore, he had organized the remaining monks of the Great Hanging Temple.

Intending to unite the many forces within the Da Feng Dynasty,

to eliminate their White Brahma Temple first.

This was something the old monk found hard to accept.

"Wan Dan Sect's Luoshan Prefecture Sub-sect..."

"The Luo Family that controls three prefectures..."

"And the Royal Feng Family..."

The old monk murmured to himself.

Just moments later, he stood up

and silently walked out of the dimly lit room.

Seeing his master leave, the young monk naturally followed closely behind the old monk.

"Do not move against Luoshan Prefecture Sub-sect carelessly."

"The Luo Family that controls three prefectures has a shallow foundation and is not a concern."

"As for the Royal Feng Family..."

Mid-sentence,

the old monk suddenly closed his mouth.

He stepped out of the room and came to an open space,

turned around, and faced the shadow of the White Brahma Lotus, whose roots seemed to be deeply embedded in the fabric of this world, so grand it seemed to eclipse the sky itself.

The old monk narrowed his eyes slightly.

"In this cold and cruel world, isn't living...

"A fine thing?

"And since my White Brahma Temple has protected the lives of the people, shouldn't they pay a price,

"Isn't that how it should be?"

"Why the resistance?"

The old monk watched those slowly absorbing the Qi-Blood Force and the vitality at the roots of the White Brahma Lotus,

and murmured to himself.

...

In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.

Luo Mountain Prefecture, Qingshi City, Luo Family Ancestral Land.

In the courtyard where the Ancestor of the Luo Family resided,

under the Stone Pavilion made of Qing stone,

sat Luo Changfeng, dressed in white, faintly radiating an air of immortal charm,

quietly seated on a stone bench under the pavilion,

silently sipping the hot tea in his hand, his gaze fixed on the distance.