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Chapter 344 - 165: Luo Qingshan Leaves, Testing the Medicine Again?_2
He toyed with it for a moment before saying in a low voice,
"This was refined for me by the Patriarch Changfeng of the Luo Family. He said it can sharpen the spirit, absorb murderous intent and harmful energy, and repel evil and the like..."
Hearing this answer,
the middle-aged monk seemed a bit stunned for a moment.
He turned his head silently, taking a glance at Luo Qingshan.
Then, he fell silent for a long while.
Finally, he spoke with some complexity in his voice, "If what you say is true, then it seems that this Patriarch Changfeng of your Luo Family is rather remarkable..."
Luo Qingshan hurriedly turned his head, asking with some excitement, "Master, if that’s the case, does this mean the next time we return we could..."
But before Luo Qingshan could finish,
the middle-aged monk with a head of grey-white hair cut him off.
"I know what you want to say,"
"But... it’s still impossible."
"One might achieve something in Artifact Refining, but that does not mean they will succeed on the path of cultivation."
"The Five Realms of Mortality, Mortal Transcendence is the pinnacle."
"Mortal Transcendence, Mortal Transcendence..."
"This realm sounds indeed extraordinary,"
"But know this, on this continent, if you are not in the Immortal Realm, you are but an ant."
"Even if it is just the first realm within the Immortal Realm, the Gathering Spirit Stage."
"It is not something the Mortal Transcendence Realm within the realms of the Mortal can compare to."
"Setting aside the gap in strength, just the aspect of longevity is something the Five Realms of Mortality cannot compare with the Immortal Realms."
"Mortal cultivators retreat in seclusion, it may be for as short as several months or half a year, or as long as three to five years, the longest being just over a decade."
"But Immortal Realm Cultivators go into seclusion, the short ones for tens of years, the longer for hundreds of years, even a millennium may just be the blink of an eye."
"My foolish disciple, tell me..."
"If time were to be pushed forward by hundreds or even thousands of years."
"Would the Luo Family of Qingshi City still exist?"
"Even if the Luo Family of Qingshi City remains, will it be the same as it is today after a thousand years?"
After saying all this,
the middle-aged monk with grey-white hair, wearing a patchwork monk’s robe,
placed his hands behind his back.
He laughed as he shook his head slightly, then silently walked towards the distance.
Of course, at this moment,
If the middle-aged monk could discard the chicken leg in his hand, and if he could remove the grease from his hands...
The sentiment would probably rise by several levels.
...
As time passed,
the middle-aged monk gradually walked away.
After regaining his senses, Luo Qingshan looked back at the Qingshi City behind him.
He looked in the direction of the Luo Family Ancestral Land within Qingshi City.
He looked at the half blood-red, half pure white Spiritual Artifact in his right hand, which was about the size of a palm and shaped like a small longsword.
In his mind, countless extremely familiar figures flashed by.
However, it was only a moment later.
The myriad of longing and reluctance turned into a sigh of helplessness and some fleeting dreams.
Cultivation, cultivation.
One cultivates not only for longevity but also for the great way.
And if one wishes to continue on the path of cultivation,
One always needs to make countless choices.
To gain something, there is always a price to be paid.
...
Standing still,
After pondering for a long time,
Luo Qingshan finally headed towards the direction of his master.
As for the Luo Family of Qingshi City?
After his departure,
Perhaps it can only exist in the memories deep within his mind in the future.
...
In the Luo Family Ancestral Land of Qingshi City,
in the courtyard where the Ancestor of the Luo Family resided,
Luo Changfeng was sitting still under a Stone Pavilion.
He held a cup of hot tea while silently gazing into the distance.
"Has he left?"
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having finished the cup of hot tea,
Luo Changfeng asked in a low voice to Ruan Liuli, who stood quietly by his side.
Ruan Liuli did not reply verbally,
She just nodded her head silently.
Afterward, she picked up the teapot and poured another steaming cup of tea for Luo Changfeng.
"Nanhuang Divine State..."
"The Nameless Temple..."
Luo Changfeng murmured to himself.
However, only a moment later,
he was no longer immersed in the slight reluctance from the separation.
This world is vast.
Within the Xuanyuan Continent, there are twelve Divine States.
The Da Feng Dynasty is located in the Dong Huang Divine State.
The Nameless Temple is in the Nanhuang Divine State.
Dong Huang, Nan Huang.
The two places seem not very far apart, but the actual distance between these two Divine States is endless.
If one were to travel on foot,
Even an Immortal Realm Cultivator at the peak of Mortal Transcendence,
Walking for years,
might never explore even one ten-millionth of a Divine State.
So then...
Since that boy Luo Qingshan has gone,
It’s time for him to put in more effort.
He can put aside the Immortal Realm above Mortality for now.
But Mortal Transcendence, which comes after Blood Cultivation Perfection,
Will be his main goal next.
"By the way, has there been any turmoil in the Da Feng Dynasty recently?"
After much thought,
Luo Changfeng sighed slowly,
and then asked Ruan Liuli, standing silently by his side with skin cold and white and features delicate, in a quiet voice.
Ruan Liuli pondered for a while before,
She finally organized her thoughts and gave an answer.
"The New Emperor Feng Wumian of the Da Feng Dynasty has already launched an attack on Qingcheng Prefecture,"
"While the Second Prince Feng Wuhen, stationed in Changqing Prefecture, has amassed troops at the borders of Qingcheng Prefecture, but has not taken the initiative to attack."