Chapter 270: Chapter 141: The Miao Family Snatches Food from the Tiger’s Mouth, Testing Medicine Again_3
Looking at the three people in front of him, if Luo Changfeng remembered correctly…
Two of them in the Organ Refinement Realm Intermediate Stage should be the patriarchs of the Chen Family and the Huang Family from Changping Prefecture, respectively.
Another in the Viscera Refinement Initial Stage…
Was the one captured by the Shadow Guard from Qingshi City not long ago.
That fellow, with his cultivation at the Viscera Refinement Initial Stage, committed all sorts of evil, killing anyone who displeased him on sight.
He clearly held an attitude as though he owned the heavens and was second only to the earth.
You must know, even the Luo Family wasn’t so brazen or wild within Qingshi City.
Yet now, such a reckless and arrogant person had appeared.
The Shadow Guard naturally captured him.
Even for testing medicine on their own master, it was a good choice, don’t you think?
“Release, release me.”
“Sir, please, I beg you to release me.”
“I dare not, I really dare not, I will never dare again…”
In front of Luo Changfeng, the cultivator at the Viscera Refinement Initial Stage, dressed in a white prisoner’s garb and burdened with heavy shackles.
His hair hung disheveled over his shoulders, looking extremely wretched.
When he was brought before Luo Changfeng,
he immediately fell to his knees on the ground.
With snot and tears, he crawled desperately in Luo Changfeng’s direction.
During this time, the crisp sound of the shackles colliding kept ringing out.
Before the cultivator at the Viscera Refinement Initial Stage even reached Luo Changfeng,
the Shadow Guard behind him, wielding an iron chain and at the Intermediate Stage of Organ Refinement, grabbed hold of him.
“You think I would release you?”
Luo Changfeng looked down at the wretched cultivator, who was restricted by the iron chain and unable to continue moving forward.
He couldn’t help but slightly lower his head and asked him in a low voice.
“Could you, perhaps?”
After swallowing his saliva, the cultivator at the Viscera Refinement Initial Stage asked timidly.
“Of course.”
Luo Changfeng slightly smiled and then picked up a cup of steaming tea, dropping an entire Qi-Blood Elixir into it.
After that, he gently shook the teacup in his hand.
Not until the Qi-Blood Elixir had completely dissolved into the tea
did he speak to the person in front of him in a low voice, “Releasing you is certainly not a problem, but first, you must drink this cup of tea…”
…
Luo Changfeng’s words echoed slowly beneath the Stone Pavilion.
The cultivator at the Viscera Refinement Initial Stage looked up.
Watching the sinister tea that was still emitting a faint, blood-red aura,
he involuntarily swallowed his saliva.
A hint of panic flickered in his heart.
He could feel that the tea was nothing good.
He… did not want to drink it.
The cultivator at the Viscera Refinement Initial Stage opened his mouth, but just as he was about to say something,
he acutely sensed that the young man standing behind him with his hands folded across his chest,
not particularly sturdy in build, about one point seven meters tall,
Looking rather ordinary,
had already fixed his gaze upon him.
That gaze, like small knives,
The blow struck his body squarely.
It caused an unusual unrest in his heart.
“I, I drink…”
In the end, the cultivator at the Viscera Refinement Initial Stage could only helplessly spit out these two words.
And the result seemed to be within Luo Changfeng’s expectations.
After drinking that cup of crimson liquid,
the cultivator at the Viscera Refinement Initial Stage, before he could say anything, burst apart and died on the spot.
Bright red blood sprayed everywhere.
A slightly foul, fishy smell began to spread throughout the small courtyard.
“Is the medicine too powerful?”
Luo Changfeng narrowed his eyes slightly; he couldn’t help but nod silently in agreement.
However, it wasn’t just that the medicine was terrifyingly strong.
Before the cultivator at the Viscera Refinement Initial Stage died from his body exploding, Luo Changfeng had clearly sensed
that the moment the crimson medicinal power entered the cultivator’s body,
it had attacked the cultivator’s heart with the speed of lightning that cannot be covered by one’s ears.
Just in an instant, the man’s heart
was ravaged by the crimson medicinal power almost to the point of being perforated and terror-stricken.
Even if his body hadn’t exploded, this man likely wouldn’t have survived.
“This medicine is too violent.”
“The ratio of the spiritual medicine is still not correct.”
After sighing helplessly, Luo Changfeng turned his gaze towards the direction of the Chen Family and Huang Family elders from Changping Prefecture.
However, it was clear
that these two seemed to be much tougher than the first one.
“There’s a question that I’ve been wanting to ask you ever since I was captured and brought here,”
said Huang Zhen, the elder of the Huang Family from Changping Prefecture, in a low voice to Luo Changfeng.
“What’s the question?”
Looking at the man in front of him, Luo Changfeng, too, became somewhat interested.
“With the Luo Family’s strength, you could easily crush any clan force within Changping Prefecture.”
“Why haven’t you taken action?”
“Instead, you allow those juniors in your family to fight and squabble at will…”
Huang Zhen’s voice was slightly hoarse.
Puzzlement was written all over his face.
The elder of the Chen Family from Changping Prefecture, who was standing beside Huang Zhen, flickered with a hint of confusion in his eyes after hearing this.
“Why not take action?”
Upon hearing this question, he couldn’t help but laugh and shook his head, “Do you think, on this continent, is strength more important, or is influence more important?”
“Or would you say, strength and influence are equally important?”
As Luo Changfeng spoke, he couldn’t help but chuckle, “In the world of cultivation, survival of the fittest and the law of the jungle are the iron rules.”
“The strong control everything, while the weak don’t even own their lives.”
“Even now, the Feng Family has control over the entire land, what difference does it make?”
“In front of Immortal Realm Cultivators who have transcended Mortal Transcendence, doesn’t the Feng Family still have to bow and scrape?”
“Even become a puppet on strings?”
“If an Immortal Realm Cultivator is dissatisfied, a mere flick of their hand could change the owner of this land.”
“Now tell me,
“Which do you still think is more important, strength or influence?”