Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

"No one knew where Yan Han went until many years later when he reappeared with a strange, incomplete Buddhist scripture in his hand, called the 'Infernal Purgatory Scripture'."

"With the help of this tattered Buddhist scripture, Yan Han cultivated diligently day and night, and actually comprehended thirty-six unique skills from it. He used this as the foundation to establish the Shura Temple, calling himself the 'Bone Monk'. He proved his Dao through killing, and in just a few years he attained the 'Shura Holy Body', and his cultivation level was close to that of the Supreme Martial Saint."

"After the Skeleton Monk founded the Asura Temple, he became increasingly ruthless, causing unrest throughout the world. Among the righteous path, some gathered twelve Martial Saints and attacked the Asura Temple, attempting to suppress the Asura's malevolent energy with the power of the righteous path."

"But in the end, they could not withstand the Asura Saint Body of the Bone Monk. Blood stained the Asura Temple, and the Bone Monk even refined the remains of the twelve Martial Saints into a string of Buddhist beads. From then on, no one dared to oppose him, and he roamed the entire medieval era."

"In the end, the Supreme Martial Saint personally took action and engaged in a decisive battle with the Bone Monk. The battle was so fierce that the sky darkened, mountains collapsed, the sun and moon lost their light, and the heavens and earth trembled. Countless lives perished in this battle, and the 'Infernal Purgatory Scripture' was also lost in this battle."

At the crucial point, the storyteller suddenly stopped, picked up his gavel, slammed it down, and said loudly:

"As for the outcome of this battle between master and disciple, what secrets does the *Infernal Purgatory Sutra* hold? How will the medieval era end? Stay tuned for the next installment!"

"Hey, why did it stop?"

"Yes, we're right at the crucial part!"

"..."

In the private room on the second floor, Hong Lang's heart was already filled with turbulent waves.

The Sutra of Infernal Purgatory.

These five words struck Hong Lang's heart like a heavy blow.

This is the second most powerful skill on his exchange list!

According to the storyteller, the Bone Monk comprehended thirty-six unique skills and attained the Asura Saint Body with just a fragmented copy of the "Infernal Purgatory Sutra," allowing him to roam freely throughout the medieval era, unstoppable by anyone.

If one were to obtain the complete "Infernal Purgatory Sutra," what level of attainment could one achieve?

And then there's the top-ranked "Nine Swords of Heaven's Creation," a single move of which caused countless martial artists to kill each other; if all nine moves were gathered together...

Hong Lang felt his mouth was dry and he took a big gulp of wine.

Seeing his expression, Qin Jiuzhen asked softly, "Xiao Lang, what's wrong? You look so pale."

"It's nothing, Sister Qin. I was just so engrossed in the storytelling that I lost focus for a moment." Hong Lang suppressed his inner turmoil and forced a smile.

"Waiter, the bill!"

"Sir, that's four taels and eight mace of silver!"

Qin Jiuzhen's mouth was slightly open, clearly very surprised. This one meal cost the equivalent of a year's expenses for an ordinary family.

Hong Lang laughed and said, "Sister Qin, let's come to places like this every now and then to give Tao'er a good boost."

Li Tao'er shook her head vigorously, "No need, Brother Lang, we can just eat at home!"

The three walked out of Sihaiju. The sun was shining brightly, and wine flags and cloth banners on both sides fluttered in the wind.

Hong Lang's gaze swept over the clothing store not far away, and he stopped in his tracks.

He was still wearing his old cloth shirt, which was clean but looked rather shabby. He should get a decent new outfit.

"Sir, the three garments will cost a total of twelve taels of silver."

Hong Lang picked out a dark purple robe for himself, and also picked one for Qin Jiuzhen and one for Li Tao'er.

A few steps ahead was a cosmetics shop, and Hong Lang pulled the two of them inside to buy some things.

And so the three of them continued shopping and browsing until they were so full that they could no longer carry anything, at which point they began to head back to the village.

……

Time flies, and a month has passed.

The evil spirits in Ningyuan Town were finally eliminated. When the news reached Qingxi Town, the townspeople breathed a sigh of relief. The heavy weight that had been hanging over their hearts for so many days was finally lifted.

It is said that the newly arrived exorcist brought more than ten subordinates and followed the evil spirit's trail for three whole days before finally killing it completely.

Hong Lang, nourished by the blood-nourishing soup sponsored by his master's wife, successfully broke through to the minor stage of blood refining.

Regarding the entries, he only drew one white entry this time.

【Swift as the Wind (White): This increases your walking speed. While it won't make you a sprinter, it will definitely allow you to walk faster than the average person.】

Tsk, my luck is getting worse and worse. When will I get a colored entry? Or at least a gold one would be nice!

"What's the use of this white stuff?" Hong Lang said helplessly.

During this month, he spent half of his time practicing the Great Sun Tathagata Palm. He became much more proficient in the Immeasurable Light Palm, but he always felt that there was a veil between them and he could not control it freely.

It seems that to use it in harmony with one's mind and body, and to be able to use it anytime, anywhere, still requires a lot of practice.

That afternoon, Hong Lang and Tan Ya were sparring.

Perhaps at the behest of his master's wife, Tang Chen, this aloof junior sister would often spar with him.

In this situation, Honglang's rapid progress has already reached a minor level of mastery.

"Senior Sister Tan, please enlighten me!" Hong Lang said, bowing.

Tanya simply nodded, her figure flashing out like a gust of wind, landing with only a very soft thud, clearly indicating that she had mastered the Thousand-Pound Step technique.

She subtly twisted her ankle, aiming directly at Hong Lang's lower body; her move was fierce yet left room for maneuver.

Hong Lang dared not be careless and retreated quickly, his speed slightly slower than Tanya's. The corner of his clothes was brushed by Tanya's toes, barely avoiding her probing.

Tanya's feet never stopped, unleashing a series of powerful kicks that enveloped Honglang's retreat path.

This is precisely the "Mountain-Suppressing Style" of the Thousand-Pound Step, where each step is like a mountain, locking away all escape routes.

Hong Lang immediately responded with the "Sinking Mountain Stance". He slightly separated his feet, bent his knees slightly, and sank all the blood and qi in his body to the soles of his feet. He firmly gripped the ground with his feet and forcefully dissipated Tanya's force.

Tanya's eyes lit up, and she suddenly quickened her pace, her Zhenyue-style strength becoming even more ferocious.

She took a half step forward with her left foot, and then swept her right foot horizontally, aiming straight for Hong Lang's ankle. The move was as fast as lightning, but the force was a bit greater than before.

Just as she exerted her strength to the extreme, with the old force receding and the new force not yet arising, Hong Lang lightly touched the ground with the toe of his left foot, and his body suddenly leaped into the air. At the same time, he dodged the attack and kicked Tanya's shoulder with his right foot.

"Brilliant idea!"

Tanya parted her lips slightly and lightly tapped Hong Lang's ankle with her finger, the force just right, neither hurting him nor causing him to fall from the air.

"Again!" Hong Lang once again assumed the "sinking mountain" stance, waiting for Tanya to attack.

Tanya used the Mountain-Suppressing Stance again, pressing forward step by step, her energy like a mountain pressing down on her.

As she took her next step, Hong Lang suddenly exerted his strength, his foot swiftly striking out with a powerful step, his figure shooting out like an arrow, directly approaching Tanya's side.

The two figures intertwined, one attacking and the other defending. Under Tanya's guidance, Hong Lang gained a deeper understanding of the essence of the Thousand-Pound Step.

"Senior Sister Tan, thank you for your guidance!" Hong Lang slowly withdrew his stance.

Tanya didn't speak, but nodded again.

This junior sister is even colder than her master's wife. She speaks very little and rarely interacts with anyone at the martial arts school. Even when facing her master's wife, she only utters a few words at a time.

Hong Lang couldn't help but wonder what story this junior sister had that made her so taciturn.

Just as Hong Lang was pondering, a servant rushed in: "Senior Brother Hong Lang, someone outside is looking for you. They say they have an urgent matter to ask of you."