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

“How long can the images stored in this memory stone be preserved?”

“Approximately how many spirit stones does one need to pay to view the images stored in this memory stone once?”

As Fu Qiu asked, he looked eagerly at Luo Changfeng in front of him.

It seemed he wanted Luo Changfeng to set all the rules.

Then he, Fu Qiu, would slowly handle them.

“You old rascal…”

“Do you really intend to throw all the work to me, huh?”

“You can take your time to think about the price. For the time,” Luo Changfeng said, “I would say at least several decades!”

“Of course, the price of spirit stones that one has to pay for the memory stone must be higher than the price of written alchemy experiences and insights.”

“This point, surely I don’t need to spell out for you, do I?”

After his little scheme was exposed, all Fu Qiu could do was sigh lightly, and in a low voice, he said, “Brother Luo, rest assured, I am naturally clear about this kind of thing…”

“Good, now that the matter is settled, go back and handle it!”

“As for the memory stones, I don’t have many on me at the moment.”

“Come back in three days.”

“By then, I will refine some more and give them to you.”

After waiving his hand, Luo Changfeng no longer paid attention to the old fellow Fu Qiu beside him.

However, what he did not expect was.

This old fellow not only did not leave, but he even poured himself a cup of cold tea and started sipping it rather splendidly.

“What, is there something else?”

Luo Changfeng looked up helplessly and glanced at Fu Qiu in front of him again, asking in a low voice.

“Indeed, there is still one more matter…”

Luo Changfeng asked again, “What is it?”

Once Fu Qiu finished his cup of cold tea,

he stood up,

and with a very determined and sincere expression, he said to Luo Changfeng in front of him, “Brother Luo, lately I’ve been feeling increasingly like I am incapable of fulfilling the role of sect master for the Luoshan Prefecture Sub-sect, so…”

Luo Changfeng looked at Fu Qiu before him,

then he cut the old rascal off,

“So, you want me to take over as sect master?”

A flash of excitement passed through Fu Qiu’s eyes, “So, Brother Luo, do you agree?”

Luo Changfeng sighed somewhat helplessly,

He didn’t answer directly but simply waved his hand and said, “Get back to your post and stop disturbing my peace.”

After standing up straight, Fu Qiu nodded vigorously and said, “Yes, Sect Master.”

…

Not long after,

that old fellow Fu Qiu left the small courtyard,

hurrying back in the direction of Luo Mountain Prefecture’s County City.

Meanwhile, Luo Changfeng, who was in the small courtyard,

was now fiddling with the grayish-white spiritual memory stone in his hand, which seemed fairly unremarkable.

“Originally, I thought this thing was of no use.”

“Who would have expected it to actually prove useful…”

After putting the memory stone back into his storage bag,

Luo Changfeng walked toward the area in the yard where a Yellow Grade lower-tier alchemy furnace was placed.

Actually, rather than calling that object an alchemy furnace,

it would be more accurate to refer to it as a universal furnace cauldron.

It could be used for alchemy, artifact refining, and more.

It was mainly called an alchemy furnace because the sect Luo Changfeng belonged to was the Wan Dan Sect.

If he had been in some Wan Qi Sect…

Perhaps this Yellow Grade lower-tier furnace cauldron would have been referred to as an artifact refining furnace instead.

“The materials for the memory stone should be sufficient.”

“It’s not very difficult to refine,” Luo Changfeng remarked.

“However, the refining technique is quite special. If some uninformed person tried to study or reverse-engineer the memory stone’s refining process,”

“even a Artifact Refining Master would probably need decades or even a hundred years to succeed.”

“And there’s a high chance that even after a century of study, they would still be clueless.”

…

Before long, another day passed.

Early in the morning, when the sky was not yet fully bright,

within Luo Mountain Prefecture, Huai Shui County’s County City,

Feng Wentai, who had been titled King of Huai Shui, was standing beside those fields that should have been fertile,

but now, they were already showing signs of cracking.

“The weather is getting progressively hotter…”

“The water resources are increasingly scarce…”

“Numerous plots of land are cracking; countless crops are withering and dying.”

“If this continues, not only will uniting the entire Huai Shui County be a problem, but so will mere survival.”

As Feng Wentai pondered all this, he moved forward.

Just as he wanted to say something,

suddenly, a large group of farmers

rapidly approached in the direction where Feng Wentai was standing.

“Protect the Prince…”

A general clad in dark red armor drew the blade at his waist and called out loudly.

Following the general’s call,

a very large number of soldiers appeared from all around

and started closing in on Feng Wentai’s position.

…

After a short while,

the farmers fell under the soldiers’ swords,

their crimson blood soaking the earth.

The blood of the people seeped into the fields that should have been dry and cracked,

and the bodies of the farmers were now piled up into small mounds.

“My Prince, about this…”

“It’s all my fault,”

“Please punish me, my Prince!”

Around Huang official from the Da Feng Dynasty looking somewhat rotund,