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

Chapter 371 - 174 Naming, Black Feather_2

Luo Youwei’s skill in chess had indeed greatly improved.

However, it’s a pity...

Her opponent was Luo Changfeng.

It was already destined that her outcome could only be defeat, and a crushing one at that, where she was played with, hanging by a thread.

"Sigh, I lost again..."

After looking at the chessboard that spelled certain doom,

Luo Youwei couldn’t help but let out a helpless sigh.

How many games had it been?

Her chess skill should have improved a lot, right?

Then why did she always lose?

Not to mention winning, she couldn’t even see a glimmer of hope for victory.

[Yah...]

As the game ended, a crisp and youthful cry suddenly rang out under the Stone Pavilion.

Luo Youwei looked curiously toward the source of the sound.

And from her own Elder Changfeng’s shoulder,

she saw a bird with grey feathers and pupils of a purple-gold hue.

It looked somewhat unsophisticated,

but upon closer inspection, it subtly exuded waves of a noble presence from an unnamed species of bird.

A rich interest couldn’t help but flash through Luo Youwei’s eyes.

It seems that when children see animals,

they always show particular interest.

"Its name is Greyfeather..."

Before Luo Youwei could ask, Luo Changfeng preemptively revealed the name of Greyfeather.

[Yah...]

The quiet Greyfeather perched upon Luo Changfeng’s shoulder

seemed to understand its master’s words.

It immediately puffed out its chest and even sparked mysterious purple-gold flames around its body.

It seemed to be telling the young girl before it,

"I’m very impressive, don’t underestimate me."

"Wow..."

"Greyfeather, right?"

"So cute..."

Luo Youwei said, walking toward it.

Seemingly shifting her attention from the chess game she had lost,

to Greyfeather.

[Yah...]

[Yah yah...]

[Yah yah yah...]

In response, Greyfeather slightly narrowed its eyes,

leaving only a slit of purple-gold.

Originally, it had seemed to want to enjoy Luo Youwei’s petting,

but as she continued to approach,

the intensely penetrating,

and seemingly self-aware, bone-chilling coldness from her body,

also slowly diffused over.

This caused Greyfeather to shift from initial anticipation to gradual confusion and finally to deliberate avoidance.

Seeing this, Luo Youwei

stopped in her tracks.

Her outstretched hand also couldn’t help but stiffen in mid-air.

The atmosphere under the Stone Pavilion suddenly became a bit silent.

"How have you been lately?"

"Is your cultivation of the Frostheart Technique going smoothly?"

Luo Changfeng swirled the tea in his half-full cup,

looking at the somewhat embarrassed young girl before him.

He motioned to the seat in front of him

and then asked in a low voice.

"It’s going fairly well..."

Luo Youwei nodded and replied quietly.

Although the Frostheart Technique has a high grade and is difficult to cultivate,

this particular technique

seems to be mysteriously well-suited for Luo Youwei.

This has led to

her encountering few bottlenecks in her cultivation since she started practicing the Frostheart Technique.

Her own cultivation has rapidly advanced to the level of Bone Refinement Perfection during this time.

Though she hasn’t broken through to Viscera Refinement,

not even an average cultivator at the Initial Stage of Viscera Refinement

can match Luo Youwei today.

"That’s good to hear."

Luo Changfeng nodded silently, then he began to clean up the black and white chess pieces on the stone table.

While tidying up, he asked Luo Youwei tentatively in a soft voice, "How about... one more game?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Youwei’s eyes brightened with delight.

Previously, Patriarch Changfeng

would only play one game of chess with her per day.

Today, being able to play two games

was certainly a joyous occasion for Luo Youwei.

Even if the outcome was still her devastating defeat,

that wasn’t something she couldn’t accept.

She enjoyed the contest during the game, the strategies, the thinking, and the combat between the moves.

Not the dry result at the end of it.

Well, of course,

it wasn’t because Luo Youwei couldn’t win

that she was being stubborn about it.

But...

Well, no more excuses.

It was indeed because she couldn’t win that she said so.

The setup, thinking, and mutual combat during the game were indeed quite intriguing.

But if she could win in the end,

that would obviously be even better.

It’s just, regrettably...

No matter how hard she tried or how much she studied the game,

she seemed unable to beat her own Patriarch Changfeng.

He always had numerous novel and unheard-of strategies in the game,

which led to Luo Youwei’s record of never winning.

...

The next day,

at dawn,

the sky had not yet fully brightened, and the temperature outside was still a bit chill.

The void seemed to be filled with fog of not-so-great visibility.

In the Qingcheng Prefecture of the Da Feng Dynasty,

within a palace complex that was just as splendid, radiating waves of majesty and solemnity,

but considerably smaller than that of Zijin Prefecture,

in a hall that accommodated only two people,

Feng Wuyi, the master of Qingcheng Prefecture,

was seated in the main seat.

He was slightly bowing his head, looking rather solemn.