Immortality Cultivation: I can use my clansmen’s energy and blood to add points.

All kinds of precious treasures sparkle under the lights, making people dazzled.

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang shuttled among the crowd, stopping from time to time to carefully examine the treasures.

Suddenly, Luo Chen's attention was attracted by a sword that looked ordinary, but whose blood-red color was weird and strange.

The long sword lay quietly on an antique wooden table. The blade was long and sharp, with intricate patterns engraved on the sword spine, like some kind of ancient totem.

The most eye-catching thing is the blood-red light flowing on the sword. It flows slowly on the sword like a living thing, emitting an indescribable weird aura.

Luo Chen walked closer involuntarily and reached out to gently touch the sword.

As soon as he touched it, he felt a cold yet hot breath coming from the sword, as if countless small hands were pulling at his soul.

He suddenly withdrew his hand, his face changed slightly, and an inexplicable throbbing surged in his heart.

"This sword... is a little weird." Luo Chen said in a low voice, staring at the sword and refusing to move his eyes away.

Seeing this, Qingshuang also walked over to him and looked at the sword carefully.

Her brows furrowed slightly, as if she was also feeling the unusual aura emanating from the sword.

"It's indeed strange." Qingshuang nodded, her voice carrying a hint of solemnity, "The blood energy on this sword is too strong, as if it has been stained with the blood of countless lives.

Without a strong will and cultivation, it would be difficult to control it."

Luo Chen became even more curious after hearing this.

He was well aware that he had an extraordinary level of cultivation. Although he was somewhat afraid of the blood in the sword, he was more eager to conquer it.

"Maybe, I can try." Luo Chen said softly, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

Seeing this, Qingshuang knew that Luo Chen had made a decision.

Although she was a little worried, she had more trust and support for Luo Chen.

"Okay, but you have to be careful." Qingshuang reminded. She already had several exquisite hidden weapons in her hands, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

Luo Chen nodded and reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword again.

This time, he no longer hesitated, but instead used all his skills to inject spiritual power into the sword.

Suddenly, the blood energy on the sword seemed to be activated and surged wildly.

They swirled and entangled around the sword, forming blood-colored whirlpools.

Luo Chen only felt a powerful force coming from the sword, impacting his meridians and dantian.

He gritted his teeth, endured the impact of the force, and continued to use his spiritual power to fight it.

As time went by, he gradually felt a subtle connection between himself and the sword.

The blood seemed to become docile under his guidance and no longer so violent.

Finally, when the last trace of blood and energy was completely absorbed by Luo Chen, he suddenly opened his eyes, with a dazzling light flashing in his eyes.

The sword in his hand also returned to calm, the blood-red light had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a breath as warm as jade.

"I did it!" Luo Chen shouted excitedly, his face filled with the joy of victory.

Qingshuang also breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this.

She walked up to Luo Chen, smiled and patted his shoulder to express her congratulations.

"It seems that this long sword has recognized you." Qingshuang said, with a gleam of approval in her eyes. "However, this sword is too special. You need to be careful when using it in the future."

Luo Chen nodded, he knew very well that Qingshuang's worries were not unnecessary.

This sword is indeed too powerful and special, and any carelessness may lead to unpredictable consequences.

However, he also has his own plans.

He intends to use the power of this sword to improve his cultivation and combat effectiveness so as to better cope with future challenges.

Just when Luo Chen wanted to buy the sword.

Outside the Treasure Pavilion, a group of unfamiliar practitioners suddenly came.

As soon as those people arrived, they rushed directly towards Luo Chen.

Specifically, those people's target did not seem to be Luo Chen, but the blood-red sword in Luo Chen's hand.

Those practitioners were swift in their movements and had flowing clothes, and it was obvious that they were all powerful men with great cultivation.

They looked hurried, with greed and eagerness flashing in their eyes, as if the sword was the treasure they had always dreamed of.

Luo Chen frowned slightly. He could feel the powerful aura emanating from those practitioners and knew that they came with ill intentions.

But he did not retreat. Instead, he held the sword tightly in his hand and looked at the other party vigilantly.

Qingshuang quickly stood beside Luo Chen. Her eyes were equally sharp, and the hidden weapons in her hands were ready to go, ready to deal with any possible crisis at any time.

Those practitioners rushed to Luo Chen, stopped, and stared greedily at the sword in his hand.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a stern face and eyes as sharp as an eagle. He was obviously the leader of the group.

"Hand over the sword, otherwise you will not leave here alive today!" said the middle-aged man coldly, his voice full of threats and unquestionable meaning.

Hearing this, Luo Chen curled up his lips into a sneer.

He is not a weak person who can be bullied, so how could he easily hand over the sword in his hands?
"Hmph, if you want my sword, that depends on whether you have the ability to do it!" Luo Chen said, with a hint of provocation and disdain in his tone.

The middle-aged man's face darkened when he saw this.

He didn't expect Luo Chen to be so arrogant. He simply didn't know his place!

"Looking for death!" The middle-aged man shouted angrily, and suddenly jumped up and pounced on Luo Chen like a tiger coming down the mountain.

He was extremely fast and arrived in front of Luo Chen in the blink of an eye. He punched out with a deafening sound of breaking through the air.

Luo Chen's eyes focused, and he moved slightly, easily dodging the middle-aged man's attack.

At the same time, he swung the sword in his hand, and a dazzling sword energy shot out like a streak of silk, heading straight for the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly. He didn't expect Luo Chen's strength to be so strong.

He quickly retracted his fist to defend himself, and at the same time retreated violently, barely avoiding the sword energy.

However, Luo Chen did not give him a chance to breathe. He chased after him like a shadow, and as he waved his sword, sword energy poured down like a rainstorm, forcing the middle-aged man to retreat again and again.

Seeing this, the practitioners who were traveling with the middle-aged man all came to help.

They each used their magical powers to attack Luo Chen and Qing Shuang fiercely.

Qingshuang snorted coldly and moved lightly among the crowd.

The hidden weapons in her hands shot out like raindrops, and each one hit the target accurately, making those practitioners flustered and unable to resist.

Luo Chen concentrated on dealing with the middle-aged man. He knew very well that this man was the strongest. If he could not defeat him quickly, it would probably bring more trouble.

As he swung his sword, the sword energy was everywhere, and he started a fierce confrontation with the middle-aged man.

The two men fought back and forth, sword lights and fist shadows intertwined, and bursts of roars broke out. As time passed, the middle-aged man gradually showed signs of fatigue.

After all, he was just one person, and facing the joint attack of Luo Chen and Qing Shuang, he was eventually at a disadvantage.

Finally, in a fierce confrontation, Luo Chen seized a flaw in the middle-aged man and swung his sword, directly piercing his chest.

A gleam of disbelief flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he fell to the ground weakly.

When the practitioners who were traveling with the middle-aged man saw this, they all exclaimed in surprise. They did not expect that the middle-aged man would be defeated so quickly.

Luo Chen glanced at those practitioners coldly, his eyes full of warnings and threats.

"Who else wants to try?" he said coldly, without any emotion in his tone.

Those practitioners looked at each other and finally chose to retreat.

They knew that even if they were combined, they would be no match for Luo Chen and Qing Shuang, and continuing to fight would only bring trouble upon themselves.

So, they left their companions' bodies behind and fled from the Treasure Pavilion in disgrace.

Luo Chen looked at the fleeing backs of those practitioners and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He knew that this matter would not end here.

But he was also fearless, because he believed in his own strength, and even more in the tacit understanding and cooperation between him and Qingshuang.

He turned around and looked at Qingshuang. Their eyes met in the air. Without any words, they both understood each other.

They continued to stroll around the Treasure Pavilion, picking out the treasures they liked.

As time went by, Luo Chen and Qingshuang went deeper and deeper into the Treasure Pavilion. The treasures in the Treasure Pavilion were dazzling, and each one exuded an alluring light.

Sometimes they stopped to watch, sometimes they discussed in low voices, enjoying this rare treasure hunting fun.

Suddenly, Luo Chen's attention was attracted by a seemingly ordinary jade pendant.

The jade pendant was light green in color and as smooth as jade, with intricate and mysterious patterns carved on its surface, as if it contained some kind of ancient power.

He gently picked up the jade pendant, and a cool air instantly rushed into his body, refreshing him.

"Qingshuang, what do you think of this jade pendant?" Luo Chen handed the jade pendant to Qingshuang, with curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

Qingshuang took the jade pendant, looked at it carefully, and frowned slightly.

"This jade pendant looks ordinary, but I can feel that the spiritual power fluctuations contained in it are not simple. Perhaps it has secrets that we have not yet discovered."

Luo Chen became even more curious after hearing this.

He decided to buy the jade pendant, perhaps it could help him in his spiritual practice.

Just as they were about to leave the Treasure Pavilion, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, a group of practitioners dressed in gorgeous clothes rushed into the Treasure Pavilion, with anxiety and tension on their faces.

"Quick! Seal off the Treasure Pavilion and don't let anyone leave!" An old man in the lead shouted loudly, with unquestionable majesty in his voice.

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang looked at each other, and both were startled.

They knew that this sudden change was no accident and was most likely related to the practitioners they had met before.

"It seems that we are involved in some trouble." Qingshuang said in a low voice, her eyes became solemn.

Luo Chen nodded, he gripped his sword tightly, ready to deal with any possible crisis.

He knew very well that in this situation, the only way to find a chance to escape was to remain calm and vigilant.

Those practitioners quickly blocked the entrance and exit of the Treasure Pavilion and began searching everyone present.

Their movements were rough and rapid, and they were obviously searching for something important.

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang were surrounded by a group of practitioners, whose eyes were scanning the two of them, as if they wanted to see through them.

Luo Chen was secretly on guard in his heart. He knew that he could not reveal his strength easily, otherwise it would probably bring him even greater trouble.

At this moment, a cultivator suddenly pointed at the long sword in Luo Chen's hand and exclaimed: "Look! That long sword! It has a similar aura to the treasure we lost!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes were focused on the sword in Luo Chen's hand.

The long sword trembled slightly under the gaze of everyone, as if it felt some kind of threat.

Luo Chen's heart tightened. He didn't expect that this long sword would cause so much trouble.

But he also understood that at this moment, he must not hand over the sword.

This sword is not only a symbol of his strength, but also an important partner on his path of cultivation.

"Hmph! What makes you say that this sword is yours? I spent a lot of spirit stones to buy it!" Luo Chen snorted coldly, his tone was firm and unyielding.

Upon hearing this, the faces of those practitioners suddenly turned gloomy.

They didn't expect Luo Chen to be so arrogant and simply didn't take them seriously.

"Boy! Don't try to quibble! This sword is clearly a treasure passed down from generation to generation in our family. How can you easily get your hands on it!" The old man in the lead shouted angrily, and suddenly jumped up and pounced towards Luo Chen.

Seeing this, Luo Chen dodged the old man's attack easily.

He swung the sword in his hand, and a dazzling sword energy shot out like a streak of silk, heading straight for the old man.

The old man's face changed slightly. He didn't expect Luo Chen's strength to be so strong.

He quickly retracted his fist to defend himself, and at the same time retreated violently, barely avoiding the sword energy.

However, Luo Chen did not give him a chance to breathe.

He chased after him like a shadow, and as he swung his sword, streams of sword energy poured down like a rainstorm, forcing the old man to retreat again and again.

Seeing this, the practitioners who were traveling with the old man all came forward to help.

They each used their magical powers to attack Luo Chen and Qing Shuang fiercely.

But Luo Chen and Qing Shuang had already made preparations. They were agile and worked in perfect harmony, and they completely neutralized the attacks of those practitioners.

As time went by, Luo Chen and Qing Shuang gradually gained the upper hand.

They defeated those practitioners with their outstanding strength and tacit cooperation.

In the end, the old man was also knocked away by Luo Chen's sword and fell heavily to the ground.

Upon seeing this, the practitioners surrendered one after another, knowing that they were powerless to turn the situation around.

They looked at the sword in Luo Chen's hand, their eyes filled with reluctance and helplessness.

Luo Chen looked at the backs of those practitioners surrendering, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He knew that although this incident was extremely thrilling, he was ultimately able to resolve the crisis with his own strength and wisdom.

He turned around and looked at Qingshuang. Their eyes met in the air. Without further ado, they understood each other. (End of this chapter)