Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood-Chapter 1355 - 665: Qiankun Pearl, Ancient Times’ Relic!

After the celebration ended, Luo Yao did not rest.

He knew well that although the crisis at hand had temporarily subsided, the undercurrents in the cultivation world could erupt again at any moment.

To prevent unforeseen dangers, he decided to use the clues he obtained in the cave to further investigate the true origins and purpose of that ancient formation and pearl, hoping to find a way to thoroughly resolve the issue.

It’s a pity, though the idea was good, reality was always harsh.

He wanted to investigate, but couldn’t find any results.

Left with no choice, Luo Yao stayed in the town for a while longer.

Eventually, he quietly left this small town.

...

Outside the town, Luo Yao rode a horse he had bought from the town, traversing leisurely.

Though, the horse’s speed wasn’t fast.

It was even slower than walking.

But it didn’t matter...

Training, after all, is meant to be experienced slowly.

Quick has its advantages, but slow certainly has its benefits too.

For instance, barely tens of miles past the town, Luo Yao encountered a band of bandits dressed in animal skins and wielding nicked blades in a deep mountain.

"Kid, do you know what place this is?"

"Do you know who I am?"

The leader of the bandits was a burly man with a face full of horizontal meat. He rode a skinny old horse and held a rusted broadsword, his eyes gleaming with greed and cruelty.

Behind him followed a dozen similarly dressed bandits, wielding either wooden clubs or worn-out blades, evidently a group of desperate outlaws who roamed the mountain woods, robbing passing travelers.

Luo Yao slightly frowned; he knew this was a wild land, and bandits appearing wasn’t surprising.

Yet he showed no sign of panic or fear, merely cast a faint glance at the bandits, speaking calmly: "I don’t care what place it is or who you are."

At this remark, the burly man’s face immediately darkened, not expecting that this seemingly frail-looking youth would disregard him so.

He roared in anger, brandishing his broadsword, and charged forward with the bandits behind him: "Hmph, ignorant brat, today you shall learn the consequences of offending our Blackstone Stronghold!"

Facing the bandits’ attack, Luo Yao did not immediately strike.

He knew well that while these bandits had low cultivation, they were numerous, and recklessly striking might inadvertently kill a large number.

Thus, his figure flashed, gracefully dodging the burly man’s initial strike, while his right hand lightly waved, releasing a strand of sword qi from his fingertips that instantly severed the wooden club held by the leading bandit.

"Ah!"

The bandit exclaimed in pain as his club broke into two, causing him to lose balance and fall to the ground.

This unexpected turn left the remaining bandits dumbfounded, not expecting this ordinary-looking young man to possess such advanced swordsmanship.

However, Luo Yao did not give them a chance to catch their breath.

His figure darted among the bandits like a phantom, each light touch of the sword-tip accompanied by a bandit’s fall.

His swordsmanship was fast yet precise, ruthless yet steady, as if each strike had been meticulously calculated and planned.

In just a moment, the bandits, formerly charging boldly, were all defeated by Luo Yao, their cries of pain echoing continuously.

Seeing this, the burly man’s expression changed dramatically, not expecting his proud Blackstone Stronghold to be so easily shattered.

A strong sense of fear and unwillingness surged within his heart, but more so was the shock and reverence towards Luo Yao’s prowess.

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The man asked with a trembling voice.

Luo Yao sheathed his longsword, his gaze calmly settling on the man: "Me? Just a passerby."

Upon hearing this, a complex emotion flashed in the man’s eyes, a blend of unwillingness and relief.

He knew well that the gap between him and such a strong person was insurmountable.

He slowly stood up, bowing deeply to Luo Yao with a low, earnest voice: "Thank you for sparing us. Today’s matter, Blackstone Stronghold will remember. If there ever comes a day, we shall surely repay generously."

Luo Yao lightly nodded, without saying much more.

He understood that these bandits, though unruly, managed to survive during turbulent times.

He was not one to kill needlessly, unless provoked.

The man, seeing this, turned and shouted to his bandits: "What are you standing around for? Hurry back to tend to your injuries!"

With that, he mounted his horse, quickly departing with his battered group.

Luo Yao watched their fading figures, feeling a myriad of emotions.

The path of cultivation is inevitably a lonely and challenging journey.

On this road, some resort to any means for power, some struggle to survive, and few truly uphold justice and integrity.

He regained focus and continued forward.

As he delved deeper into the wilderness, the challenges increased.

Fierce demonic beasts, cunning bandits, and hidden cultivators with malicious intents.

Yet, no matter the adversity, Luo Yao remained calm and resilient, using his sword to uphold the justice and kindness in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, months had passed.

Luo Yao’s cultivation steadily improved through continuous trials, his swordsmanship became more exquisite, and his control over nature’s spiritual energy more adept.

But he knew this was far from enough.

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