Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

Upon arriving near the gambling den, King Kong Yan spotted Hong Lang.

"Brother Hong, it's been a long time!"

"Brother Wang!" Hong Lang stepped forward with a smile and handed over the monster meat. "I'm usually busy with martial arts training and can't leave. This monster meat is fresh from today. Please accept it."

"A demonic beast?" Wang Yan's eyes widened in disbelief. "Brother Hong, you actually killed a demonic beast?! Are you alright?"

In his understanding, martial artists at the Blood Refining Realm could only run away when they encountered demonic beasts, but how come Hong Lang was able to hunt demonic beasts instead?

Ever since he witnessed Hong Lang kick Shen Da to death, Wang Yan felt that this person was unfathomable. Was he really a martial artist in the Blood Refining Realm?

Hong Lang smiled faintly: "It was just a fluke! Please give my regards to Chief Cao for me, Third Master. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't go in."

Looking at Wang Yan's awe-inspiring expression, Hong Lang felt his dopamine levels soaring. So this is what it feels like to show off in front of others?

No, I can't get so carried away. Putting aside the distant issues, he can't even handle the small Jiang family for the time being.

Suppressing his frivolous thoughts, Hong Lang carried the beast meat and hurried to Tanya's house.

This is an elegant little courtyard with green bricks and red tiles. Two lilies of the valley are planted outside the courtyard and are in full bloom.

"Knock knock knock." Hong Lang stepped forward and knocked on the door.

A moment later, the courtyard gate was opened, and it wasn't Tanya who opened it, but a beautiful woman in her early thirties.

The woman was beautiful and well-proportioned, especially her slender waist, which made people sigh with admiration.

She was neither as gentle and charming as Qin Jiuzhen, nor as heroic and spirited as her teacher's wife; she exuded a scholarly air, making her exceptionally elegant.

Her hair wasn't Tanya's striking red hair, but rather a head of long, jet-black hair.

Although she bears some resemblance to Tanya, she lacks Tanya's aloofness and arrogance.

"Who are you? Are you looking for Xiaoya?" the beautiful woman asked, her voice soft and melodious, like the tinkling of a spring, soothing and delightful.

"I am Senior Sister Tan's junior brother, Hong Lang. I obtained some demon beast meat today and specially brought it to Senior Sister." Hong Lang handed over the meat.

The beautiful woman responded with an "oh," her tone clearly fluctuating: "Come in and sit for a while. Xiaoya is usually quiet and doesn't have many friends. It's rare to have someone she knows come to visit."

Hong Lang originally intended to deliver the meat directly to his master's wife's residence, but seeing how warm and polite the beautiful woman was, he swallowed his words.

Without violating principles, try not to be a spoilsport—this was one of his life principles in his previous life. Anyway, it's not something urgent, so let's sit for a while.

The two entered the house, and the beautiful woman led Honglang to sit down at the table and brought him a cup of hot tea.

She then walked to the corner of the room, lit a censer of sandalwood incense, and the rising smoke added a touch of elegance.

Elegant! So elegant!

Hong Lang silently picked up his teacup, his gaze inadvertently sweeping across the wall, where he was immediately drawn to a traditional Chinese ink painting.

That was a painting titled "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".

He put down his teacup, stood up, and approached, exclaiming, "Auntie, this 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' painting is truly a masterpiece! I wonder which renowned artist created it?"

In his previous life, Hong Lang had a great love for ink painting and had copied many works by famous artists in his spare time, and had a deep understanding of the artistic conception of brush and ink.

Looking closely at the painting now, it seems increasingly mysterious: "This phoenix seems to be riding the wind, exuding a touch of ethereal beauty, which is definitely not something that an ordinary hand could paint."

The beautiful woman listened quietly, her voice soft: "This painting is not by any famous artist; I just painted it casually in my spare time."

"With such brushwork and artistic conception, Auntie must have immersed herself in painting for many years to have such a profound skill."

Seeing that Hong Lang spoke sincerely, the beautiful woman smiled and pulled him to sit down, and the two began to chat about painting.

With his accumulated knowledge from his previous life, Hong Lang spoke eloquently, and the beautiful woman nodded repeatedly at his many novel ideas.

The two chatted happily, and before they knew it, the sky outside the window had darkened considerably, and the sound of the night watchman's gong could be heard from the alley; it was already the hour of Hai (9-11 PM).

The incense burner is about to burn out.

"Auntie, I'm so sorry, we got so caught up in the conversation about painting that we forgot the time. I still have to deliver some meat to my teacher's wife's residence, so I'll take my leave now." Hong Lang stood up and bowed.

The beautiful woman said gently, "It's alright. It's a pleasure to talk about painting with you. Xiaoya should be back soon. Come visit again next time you have time, and we can have a good chat."

"After all this talk, you still don't know my name, do you? My name is Shuo Lingyi. 'Shuo' means north wind, 'Ling' means cold and icy, and 'Yi' means clothes."

Hong Lang thought to himself, "What a strange name..."

Shuo Lingyi escorted Hong Lang to the courtyard gate, whereupon Hong Lang bowed again in farewell and headed towards his master's wife's residence.

The master's wife's house was extremely grand, and it was unique in the entire town.

The courtyard walls were tall, and the vermilion gate was tightly closed, a stark contrast to the elegant courtyard of the Tan family.

Looking at the words "Tang Mansion" above, Hong Lang was somewhat surprised. What kind of family status did his master, Shen Shan, have that he couldn't even get the title "Shen Mansion"?

Hong Lang stepped forward and knocked on the door. A young girl dressed as a maid peeked out from under the door: "Young master, who are you looking for?"

"I am Hong Lang, Madam Tang's disciple. Today I hunted down a demonic beast and brought some meat to my master's wife," Hong Lang said humbly.

"Please wait a moment, young master. Madam is not feeling well today and is resting quietly in the backyard. I will go in first to inform her and ask what she thinks."

"Thank you for your trouble, Miss." Hong Lang stood quietly at the door, waiting, secretly wondering to himself, "My master's wife has such profound cultivation, why is she suddenly unwell? Could it be that her cultivation has gone wrong?"

A moment later, the maidservant hurried out: "Young Master Hong, Madam invites you in."

Hong Lang followed the maid to deliver the meat to the kitchen, and then went to the backyard.

The backyard is serene and secluded, with a patch of lush bamboo.

Tang Chen was wearing a white nightgown underneath a cloak, leaning back in a recliner. His usually sharp eyes were somewhat dim.

Hong Lang stepped forward, his gaze immediately drawn to his master's wife's fair feet.

The teacher's wife's wheat-colored face and arms made her bare feet appear even whiter and more delicate. The moonlight fell on her toes, as if they were coated with a thin layer of frost, and her slender toes had a faint pink blush.

These feet are like the finest jade!

Even after years of martial arts training, there isn't a single callus on his skin.

Tang Chen seemed to sense his gaze, and subconsciously moved her ankle, gently curling her bare foot up and then slowly stretching it out.

She usually practices martial arts with her boots on all the time and rarely shows this side of herself. Now that she has shed her sharp edge, the contrast is striking.

"Master's wife, what's wrong?" Hong Lang stepped forward and bowed to ask.

"It's nothing serious. It's just an old ailment from my younger years. It flares up every now and then. Just bear with it and it will pass."

Tang Chen looked up at Hong Lang: "I heard that you hunted a monster today and even brought the meat over. That's thoughtful of you. It's a rare treat for a martial artist."

As she spoke, she shifted her posture slightly, revealing a pair of round, full, snow-white legs that slowly emerged from the hem of her dress, exuding a sense of balanced strength.

The moonlight shone on her legs, making the muscle lines on the sides of her legs clearly visible, but they didn't look thick; instead, they made her legs appear even longer.