Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

Fall.

Inside a low mud house in Taiping Village.

Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating Hong Lang's sallow face.

"cough……"

He coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of stagnant blood, and lay limp on the bed.

This was his second day in this world.

In his previous life, Hong Lang was an ordinary working man from an ordinary family, with an ordinary build and appearance. He attended an ordinary university and found an ordinary job after graduation.

He was working overtime late that night when suddenly everything went black.

When she opened her eyes again, she had arrived in this world and possessed the body of an 18-year-old boy with the same name.

Having inherited his childhood memories, he gained some basic understanding of the world.

The good news is that this is a martial arts world where extraordinary powers exist.

The bad news is that the level of civilization here is similar to that of the Song Dynasty in my previous life, and I am just a lowly woodcutter who has to worry about three meals a day.

His parents died when he was twelve, leaving him only a dilapidated hut and a wood-chopping knife.

He survived thanks to the kindness of his neighbor, Widow Qin, who often lent him rice.

"Sigh...life is really tough."

Hong Lang rubbed his aching chest and stared blankly at the rooftop.

His severe injuries were all thanks to Niu Da, the village rascal.

Niu Da, relying on his few days of martial arts training, spent his days doing all sorts of despicable things in the village.

They also frequently block the road leading out of the mountains, robbing passing hunters and woodcutters.

He caused chaos throughout the village, but because of his fists, no one dared to provoke him.

That day, when the original owner returned from chopping firewood, he caught Niu Da harassing his neighbor, Widow Qin.

Having received kindness from Widow Qin, how could he possibly stand idly by? Thus, a conflict arose between him and Niu Da.

But how could the frail original owner be a match for Niu Da, who had trained in martial arts?

Enraged, Niu Da severely injured the original owner of the body.

The original owner exhausted his savings to treat his injuries, but the injuries continued to worsen, and he eventually succumbed to his wounds, which led to Hong Lang's transmigration.

"He's a grateful man... but his skills are too weak!"

Hong Lang sighed softly. If the original owner had also practiced martial arts, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

Just as he was pondering this, the dilapidated wooden door creaked open.

Hong Lang looked up and saw a woman in her thirties standing at the door.

She had fair skin, and her coarse linen clothes clung to her body, revealing her high, rounded chest. From the side, she not only had a slender waist but also extremely full hips.

The person who came was none other than Widow Qin.

She held a bowl of steaming porridge in her hands, her eyes full of surprise: "Hey, Xiao Lang, you're awake!"

"Hmm." Hong Lang's throat was dry, and he responded weakly.

Widow Qin quickly walked to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), carefully helped Hong Lang up, and then took a pillow from the side and put it behind his back to make him more comfortable.

Then, she scooped up a spoonful of porridge and fed it to Hong Lang's mouth: "Are you starving? Drink some porridge to tide you over. When I came to see you yesterday, you were barely clinging to life. I thought... thankfully you pulled through!"

The thin porridge eased the dryness in his throat and the cramps in his stomach, and Hong Lang swallowed it in small sips.

Looking at Hong Lang's sallow face, Widow Qin felt a little heavy-hearted.

Sigh! It's all because of me that things turned out this way!

The autumn tax is due next month. In Hong Lang's current state, he can barely get out of bed. How could he possibly pay the tax?

If they couldn't pay their taxes, the government would conscript them into hard labor to pay off their taxes. None of those conscripted to pay taxes ever returned alive.

After much deliberation, Widow Qin gritted her teeth and said softly, "Xiao Lang, the autumn tax is due next month, your tax..."

Hong Lang swallowed the porridge in his mouth and shook his head: "Sister Qin, you and Tao'er have had a hard time too. I'll figure out the tax problem myself, you don't need to worry about it."

Widow Qin paused, her hand holding the spoon still, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was actually a sum of money in the house, which the couple had saved when her husband was alive.

But... that silver was meant for my daughter's dowry.

My daughter is fourteen years old this year, and she will be getting married in two years. In order to find her a good family, this money cannot be easily used.

But seeing Hong Lang injured because of her, she wavered and felt a pang of guilt.

After Hong Lang finished her porridge and felt a little better, she asked in a low voice, "It's not sustainable to always rely on chopping firewood. Black Wind Mountain is vast and forested, and firewood is cheap. Even if you work hard to chop a bundle of firewood, you can only sell it for ten coins. How about... you learn a trade?"

Learning a trade? It would take at least seven or eight years to become a master.

Moreover, once you become an apprentice, it's like signing a contract of servitude, meaning you have to be your master's slave.

As a time traveler, how could Hong Lang tolerate such constraints?

He was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head and said earnestly, "Sister Qin, I plan to learn martial arts."

"Learn martial arts??"

Widow Qin was taken aback, then shook her head: "Xiao Lang, learning martial arts is no easy feat. I heard that Master Feng's son went to town to learn martial arts, and the registration fee alone cost ten taels of silver—that's a year or two's living expenses for an ordinary family!"

As the saying goes, "the poor study literature, the rich study martial arts." To learn martial arts, in addition to the high registration fee, there are also expenses for food supplements, medicine supplements, etc., which are not affordable for the poor.

Hong Lang dared to say he was learning martial arts because he had the standard equipment of a time traveler: a cheat code!

With a thought, a panel visible only to him appeared before his eyes, displaying three lines of small text:

[The Martial Arts of Immortality]

[You can draw an entry once now. Do you want to draw? (First draw guarantees a gold item)]

[Note: The entry has six levels: white, green, blue, purple, gold, and rainbow.]

This panel appeared before him after he transmigrated, but he had been in a daze and hadn't had time to access it yet.

Seeing that Hong Lang didn't speak, as if he hadn't listened to her, Widow Qin continued:

"Isn't hunting great? When your brother Li was still alive, he often said that the people of Taiping Village were blessed by God with their good food. With Black Wind Mountain as a treasure, there is no end to the wild animals."

Hong Lang remained silent, and the room fell silent. Looking at his determined eyes, Widow Qin shook her head helplessly, sighed, and left with her bowl.

As he watched Widow Qin's departing figure, memories of her flooded back into Hong Lang's mind.

Widow Qin's real name was Qin Jiuzhen. She was a well-known beauty in the village, and her husband was a skilled hunter.

Because the village is backed by Black Wind Mountain, there are many kinds of wild animals, so the two of them can earn more than 100 coins a day and live a pretty good life.

However, her good fortune did not last long. Six years ago, her husband went hunting in the mountains and accidentally encountered a monster, losing his life.

Only Qin Jiuzhen and her eight-year-old daughter were left to depend on each other for survival.

Fortunately, Qin Jiuzhen was skilled in needlework. She would do some needlework and sell it in town, earning about thirty coins a day, which was enough to support the mother and daughter.

Although life was a bit tough, we managed to get by.

"It's tough for everyone! There are only twenty-odd days left until the autumn tax is due. Where are we going to get the money? ... These days, let alone chopping wood, it's even hard to get out of bed."

Hong Lang shook his head helplessly, placing his hopes on his own magic touch.

He took a deep breath and rubbed his icy hands together: "Start drawing!!!"

A ray of golden light slowly emerged.

Hong Lang felt a sudden dizziness as a massive amount of information flooded his mind. The intense pain instantly overwhelmed all his senses, and his entire head felt like it was about to explode.

Fortunately, the strange sensation came and went quickly; in the blink of an eye, the intense pain receded like a receding tide.

[Acquired entry: Dragon Spirit and Tiger Fierce (Gold)]

【Dragon Spirit and Tiger Ferocity (Metal): Blood and energy surge like a dragon, vitality roars like a tiger, the body is in perpetual motion, and the more it fights, the stronger it becomes】

After Hong Lang completed the extraction, a panel popped up.

Name: Hong Lang

Cultivation Level: None

[Entry: Dragon Spirit and Tiger Fierce (Gold)]

[Next draw progress: 0%]

"Next draw progress... It seems that as long as certain conditions are met, we can draw entries again!"

Hong Lang was overjoyed; with this golden entry, his current predicament would be greatly improved.

Before he could even examine the effects of the entry, a warm current suddenly rose from his abdomen and flowed slowly down his limbs through his meridians.

The body, which was originally severely injured, felt a slight itch under the nourishment of this warm current, which was a sign that the wounds were healing rapidly.

"Is this the power of a gold-tier attribute...? Hmm?"

Suddenly, a strong burning sensation erupted in my meridians.

Hong Lang clenched his fists, and his whole body trembled.

heat!

It's so hot!

It looked like it was about to be burned to ashes by a raging fire!

He suddenly threw off the covers, took off his clothes, and stumbled into the yard, where he immediately saw the water vat in the corner.

Without the slightest hesitation, Hong Lang jumped directly into the water tank, where the icy water slightly relieved the burning sensation in his body.

The next moment, an even more intense pain struck. Hong Lang felt his blood boiling. He gripped the edge of the water tank tightly, and sweat or water streamed down his face.

Hong Lang guessed that the entry was probably modifying his body!

A quarter of an hour...

Half an hour...

……

About an hour later, the pain gradually subsided.

Instead, there is an unprecedented feeling of comfort, as if the whole body has been reshaped, and every meridian is filled with tremendous power.

The feeling of comfort was indescribable, like parched land receiving timely rain, or like long-suppressed emotions finally erupting, more intense than any relaxation I had ever experienced in my past life.

"This body... seems different?"

Looking at his own body, Hong Lang could hardly believe it.

Although the original owner was 1.8 meters tall, he was extremely thin and weak due to long-term malnutrition, weighing only a little over 90 kilograms, and his skin was sallow.

In the words of my past life, it was a tiny dog, so thin that a gust of wind could blow it over.

But now, his body has undergone earth-shattering changes. His muscles are clearly defined and smooth, and his skin has become fair and firm, like a martial artist who has honed his body for decades!

Hong Lang stood up, clenched his fists, and felt the power within his body. He couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The laughter was loud and clear, full of high spirits, echoing in the quiet night.

This is what they call "when heaven closes all doors, man proposes, God disposes"!

"If I were to run into Niu Da now, I could take him down in one move!"