Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

The night was as dark as ink, and the waning moon was like a hook.

Inside a house in Qingxi Town, two people were sitting at a table eating and drinking.

"Brother Shen, tomorrow we'll wipe out the remaining three members of the Chang Le Gang in one fell swoop. From now on, the territory of Qingxi Town will belong to only our gang!"

An elderly man with white hair held a porcelain bowl in his hand, his voice already somewhat drunk.

The other man was a middle-aged man. A glint of fanaticism flashed in his eyes as he drank the wine in his bowl in one gulp.

"Brother Du, as we agreed before, Cao Jin must be captured alive. I have already boasted to Hall Master Wei that I will definitely get him a martial artist with vigorous blood and energy, and Cao Jin is the best candidate."

"As long as Hall Master Wei is satisfied, he can easily reward us with a few miraculous pills. With the help of these medicines, it won't be difficult for either of us to advance our cultivation level!"

Du Lao Er picked up a peanut and said slowly, "Brother Shen Da, the world is a long and unpredictable place. It is said that it is a big taboo to speak too much with someone you don't know well, but after spending time with you, I have already come to regard you as one of my own."

There's something I have to warn you about. The Yellow Heaven Cult is a clandestine group, exuding an aura of evil. They're definitely not benevolent. You'd better avoid dealing with them. Since ancient times, those who try to negotiate with a tiger for its skin have never had a good ending.

Seeing Du Lao Er's earnest advice, Shen Da's enthusiasm only intensified: "Brother Du, you're overthinking it! If it weren't for the Yellow Heaven Sect, I'd probably be rotting in the fields for the rest of my life."

"If I can capture Cao Jin alive, Hall Master Wei will definitely reward me with another pill, at which point I will be able to break through again."

Seeing that he was so stubborn, Du Lao Er sighed and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.

The flickering firelight inside cast Du Lao Er and Shen Da's figures into varying distances.

……

Hong Lang, Cao Jin, Xia Ping, and Wang Yan, under the cover of night, made their way to the base of a house in the east of the town.

Xia Ping's lips moved slightly: "It's confirmed. Du Lao Er and Shen Da both live here, with only two gang members guarding the gate."

Just as Hong Lang was about to speak to discuss countermeasures, Cao Jin delivered a powerful flying kick, and with a loud crash, the wooden door shattered into pieces.

"Who goes there!"

The two White Egret Gang members on night watch in the courtyard were dozing against the gatepost when they were startled awake by the loud noise. They frantically reached for the knives at their waists.

Cao Jin and Hong Lang flashed forward and pounced.

Cao Jin's attack was ruthless. His five fingers formed a claw, aiming straight for a man's throat. Before the gang member could even draw his knife, Cao Jin had his neck firmly gripped. With a soft crack, the man's neck snapped to the side, and he died on the spot.

Hong Lang was even more decisive, kicking another man in the chest with a thud. The gang member groaned and fell to the ground, motionless.

The commotion in the courtyard alerted the backyard, and two figures hurriedly emerged from the house—it was Du Lao Er and Shen Da.

Cao Jin pointed at Du Lao Er and hissed, "You son of a bitch, Du Lao Er! Today, you'll pay for the lives of Lao Si and the others with your blood!"

Du Lao Er looked at the four young men in front of him and said casually:

"You bunch of greenhorns think you can get away with anything? I was planning to take my time dealing with you, but now that you're all here, it saves me the trouble!"

Shen Da also sneered, his gaze fixed on Hong Lang: "Another Blood Refining Realm martial artist with vigorous blood and energy. This time I'm going to be rich!"

As he spoke, he stretched his limbs, and crackling sounds came from his whole body. Judging from the vigor of his blood and energy, he was clearly a martial artist who had reached the minor completion of the Blood Refining Realm.

"The Blood Refining Realm has reached the Lesser Completion stage?!" Cao Jin and the other two were all shocked.

If he has truly achieved minor success in blood cultivation, even four people combined might not be his match.

Damn it, what bad luck! He just broke through to a breakthrough!

Cao Jin immediately said, "Brother Hong, I'll hold off Shen Da, you quickly deal with that old dog Du! As long as..."

"There's no need for that," Hong Lang waved his hand and said calmly, "I can handle Shen Da on my own."

Du Lao Er and Shen Daren were both stunned. This kid was so arrogant. Could he be a master who had reached the Great Perfection of Blood Refining Realm?

No, if he were a martial artist who had reached the Great Perfection of Blood Refining Realm, why would Cao Jin be so nervous?

Shen Da sneered, "Young man, you don't know your place!"

He rushed to Hong Lang in two steps, lowered his shoulders and twisted his waist, and threw a straight punch at Hong Lang's face, clearly intending to overpower him with force.

Hong Lang neither dodged nor avoided, but swept out with his right leg like a whip, colliding violently with Shen Da's fist.

Bang!

Shen Da felt a tremendous force coming from him, and his body became unsteady. He took several steps back before regaining his balance.

He was shocked: The Tiger Form Fist I practiced emphasizes strength the most, yet this kid knocked me back several steps with a single kick. How could an ordinary beginner Blood Refining Realm martial artist have such strength?

Something's off about this kid!

Before he could regain his footing, Hong Lang had already closed in, his leg sweeping like a mountain crashing down, delivering a devastating kick to Shen Da's chest.

It was the killing move from the Thousand-Pound Stomp, the Mountain-Splitting Style!

Shen Da had no time to dodge and blocked with his hand.

Crack! The sound of bone breaking rang out.

Shen Da screamed as his arm snapped off. He flew backward, crashing heavily against the wall. By the time he slid down, he was already lifeless.

His eyes were wide open, and his remaining consciousness looked at Hong Lang with confusion.

Xia Ping and Wang Yan opened their mouths wide, their throats seemed to be blocked, and they couldn't say a word. The scene in front of them was truly beyond their comprehension.

The Blood Refining Realm's Lesser Completion stage couldn't even withstand a single move from the Blood Refining Realm's Beginner stage!

Hong Lang dusted off his trouser legs and said slowly, "The Lesser Completion of the Blood Refining Realm, nothing special!"

At the same time, a notification popped up:

[Defeat a Blood Refining Realm Lesser Completion martial artist to gain 15 Martial Arts Points]

The martial arts point has arrived!

Hong Lang was overjoyed when he saw the pop-up notification: killing martial artists would earn him martial arts points!

Does that mean that as long as you kill a certain number of martial artists, you can exchange for the top-tier cultivation techniques on the list?

Hong Lang thought to himself, "It seems like I've embarked on a path of no return!"

However, how many people can resist this temptation?

The Nine Swords of Creation, the Scripture of Infernal Purgatory, the Sword of Slaying the Dao, the Pill of Clarity of the Killing Heart... Any one of these items on the exchange list would be enough to dominate the world!

Seeing Shen Da fall to the ground, Cao Jin rushed straight towards Du Lao Er.

"Old dog Du, today is your death day! Prepare to die!"

The two immediately engaged in combat. Although Du Lao Er was old, his moves were tricky, and Cao Jin found it difficult to win for a while.

Hong Lang was about to step forward to help when Xia Ping stopped him.

"Brother Hong, we'll just watch. Boss is going to settle accounts with this old dog today."

Without having to exert himself, Hong Lang naturally agreed and began to watch the battle.

Sudden……

A cold gust of wind swept in from behind, giving no one any chance to react.

Hong Lang felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively tried to dodge, but he was still a step too slow.

He was kicked hard in the lower back and flew through the air. His chest heaved, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Hong Lang hurriedly got up from the ground, rubbed his numb lower back, and looked up, his heart tightening suddenly.