Chapter 57: Chapter 57: If You Don’t Kill the Snake, It Will Bite You Back_1
In the following period of time,
Luo Changfeng, the Ancestor of the Luo Family, when not concocting elixirs in the courtyard, was constantly popping pills to enhance his cultivation as much as possible.
Through this period of cultivation, one could see
his talent for cultivation was not considered good.
Not to mention Luo Yong, or even Luo Yong’s excellent son, Luo Qingshan.
He even felt that even Luo Ping, the current Family Head of the Luo Family,
had slightly better talent than himself.
If it weren’t for the fact that Luo Ping became the Luo Family Patriarch and was distracted by various family chores, hindering his cultivation,
that fellow would at least be a practitioner in the Bone Refinement Refining Stage.
Oh, right.
It seemed that Luo Ping, having taken a top grade mundane Blood Replenishing Pill,
had already reached the Bone Refinement Refining Stage.
However, though Luo Changfeng’s cultivation talent was poor,
even if it was poor, as long as one was willing to work hard in cultivation, there would always be some harvest.
At least it was better than nothing!
…
As time passed by.
In the blink of an eye, another three days had passed.
During these three days, Qingshi Town gradually returned to the calm before the chaos.
Although countless refugees were still flooding towards Qingshi Town daily,
this was not entirely a bad thing for the Luo Family, which now controlled Qingshi Town.
The massive influx of refugees indeed brought a great burden to Qingshi Town,
but accompanying that burden came an even larger labor force.
In times of chaos, human life was often cheaper than grass.
Yet at the same time, in these chaotic times,
a large population base was the foundation for a power’s struggle for supremacy.
Not to mention anything else, just the expansion of Qingshi Town, mining of Qingshi veins, and the reconstruction of the city walls
often relied on these seemingly useless refugees to complete these tasks requiring a vast amount of labor.
…
Qingshi Town, Luo Family Ancestral Land.
In the room of the Luo Family Patriarch,
Luo Ping and his son, Luo Chuan, were sitting in silence, quietly drinking tea next to them.
“Father, have you noticed?”
“These past few days, inside and outside of Qingshi Town, things have been too peaceful.”
“Even eerily peaceful…”
After finishing the hot tea in his hand and letting the warm tea soothe his stomach for a bit,
Luo Chuan then slowly turned his head, looking at his father Luo Ping and said in a low voice.
“A bit of peace… isn’t that a good thing?”
While sipping his tea, Luo Ping turned his head surprisingly to look at his exceedingly excellent son.
“It’s not that peace is bad…” Luo Chuan shook his head.
With a somewhat complex expression, he looked outside the room and whispered to his father beside him, “I just feel that recently, the tranquility outside of Qingshi Town has been unusually abnormal.”
“Sometimes, I even subconsciously forget about the existence of Blackwind Stockade…”
“Forgetting the existence of Blackwind Stockade, that’s not a good omen, father…”
…
As Luo Chuan’s voice gradually dissipated into the void,
the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.
If Luo Chuan hadn’t mentioned it just now, Luo Ping would have almost forgotten about the existence of Blackwind Stockade.
“Chuan’er, what do you think…”
“What should our Luo Family do next?”
Luo Chuan spoke with remarkable composure, “We must simply wait…”
“Just silently wait as before?”
Luo Ping slightly furrowed his brows; the sensation of being targeted by outsiders was indeed quite unbearable for him.
“Father need not worry too much; I believe those from Blackwind Stockade will likely make their move within the next few days.”
“Really?!!” Luo Ping suddenly turned his head.
“The likely time would be within these seven days…”
“Then, where do you think Blackwind Stockade will strike against our Luo Family’s assets? Is it the remaining one-third of the Qingshi vein that is still being mined?”
Luo Ping asked in a low voice.
Luo Chuan silently nodded in response, “The people from Blackwind Stockade know that the Qingshi vein is very important to our Luo Family.”
“Thus, in the coming days, they will inevitably strike at the mining site of the remaining Qingshi vein.”
“Should our Luo Family send more people to protect the mining sites of the Qingshi veins?” Luo Ping asked.
“It is indeed necessary to send additional protectors, but we must also control the extent…”
“What do you mean???” Luo Ping grew even more puzzled.
He knitted his brows tightly, looking at his son Luo Chuan, whose calm demeanor was unchanging, as if everything was within his grasp.
He increasingly felt that he could not fathom what his son was thinking.
“Blackwind Stockade has backers.”
“If our Luo Family intends to lure the snake from its hole and draw out those people from Blackwind Stockade,”
“Some sacrifices in the early stages are unavoidable.”
Upon hearing this, Luo Ping silently nodded, and his tightly knitted brows slowly began to relax, “So, Chuan’er, you mean to say that the remaining Qingshi vein sites are the necessary sacrifices we must make to draw out the people from Blackwind Stockade?”
“And even if we know ahead of time that Blackwind Stockade will strike those remaining Qingshi vein sites,”
“We can’t deploy too many people, lest we cause too severe casualties to Blackwind Stockade?”
“Yes.” Luo Chuan quietly nodded, then picked up a cup of hot tea that was beside him.
He gently blew on it and took a sip, then spoke in a low voice, “Father, our Luo Family has only one chance. If we can’t completely eradicate Blackwind Stockade in one fell swoop now,”
“The difficulty of exterminating them later on will likely become much greater.”
“If you strike the snake and do not kill it, it is you who will suffer!!!”
…
After the conversation between Luo Chuan and Luo Ping in the room ended,
A directive from within the Luo Family
was quickly passed on to Luo Yong.
“What? Luo Ping knows that people from Blackwind Stockade are going to attack the Qingshi vein sites controlled by our Luo Family, yet he tells me not to deploy a large number of people for protection?”
“Has Luo Ping lost his mind, or is this letter forged?”
Outside Qingshi Town, within a military camp housing roughly twenty thousand able-bodied soldiers,
inside the largest commander’s tent,
Luo Yong, the leader of this vast army, stared at the letter in his hand, his brows furrowing.
In his expression and his gaze was a clear sense of bewilderment.
If the handwriting on this letter were not so familiar to him,
If the messenger had not been one of the elite house servants he had left behind in the Luo Family Ancestral Land,
he really might have seriously doubted the authenticity of this letter.
“Qingshan, take a look at this letter.”
“Explain to me what Luo Ping is really trying to say…”
In the tent, Luo Yong, looking somewhat infuriated, handed the letter to his son Luo Qingshan, who stood by his side.
Luo Qingshan took the letter, looked it over, and then said in a low voice, “Father, the Family Head mentioned at the end of the letter that this plan was proposed by Second Brother…”
“What, this plan was proposed by my nephew Luo Chuan?”
Luo Yong took back the letter from Luo Qingshan and directly looked toward the end of it.
Upon confirming that the plan was indeed proposed by that kid Luo Chuan,
he began to laugh repeatedly, saying, “Then it’s fine, it’s fine…”