Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

"After spending these days together, I have come to understand your character, Brother Hong, so I will no longer hide anything from you."

Zhou Tong poured himself a full glass of wine, but he didn't drink it. He just stared at the glass quietly.

After a long pause, he slowly said, "Zhou Wen and I have an irreconcilable feud!"

His hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and his eyes reddened as he said, "My mother's death back then was inextricably linked to him!"

He paused, then continued, "Recently, I learned from an old servant that my mother was defiled by him years ago, and unable to bear the humiliation, she committed suicide!"

Hong Lang nodded slightly. So that's how deep the hatred was—the hatred for killing his mother was irreconcilable.

What's more, this beastly act of defiling one's own family.

Hong Lang didn't reply, but poured Zhou Tong another glass of wine.

Thunder rumbled outside the window, and the rain finally began to fall.

"What is Zhou Wen's cultivation level?"

"Brother Hong, once you've mastered Blood Refinement, take this Blood Essence Pill. If you can break through to the Great Perfection stage, we'll make our move tomorrow."

With such deep-seated hatred, he couldn't wait even a day longer!

"Deal!" Hong Lang reached out and took the brocade box.

Back at his lodgings, Hong Lang sat cross-legged on the bed.

He took out the Blood Essence Pill, examined it for a moment in the candlelight, and swallowed it in one gulp.

As soon as the pill entered his stomach, a warm sensation exploded within him.

Hong Lang gritted his teeth and guided the powerful medicinal force to circulate in his meridians. The heat surged, and each cycle made his flesh and blood more solid.

The cultivation of the Blood Refining Realm is a process of tempering blood and qi and strengthening oneself, and the effects of the Blood Essence Pill are equivalent to compressing months of hard work into one night.

Hong Lang could clearly feel his blood and qi increasing at a visible rate.

The medicine washed over his body again and again, making him feel as if he had been thrown into a furnace, sweating profusely yet feeling thoroughly refreshed.

The heat gradually subsided as dawn broke.

Hong Lang slowly opened his eyes and summoned the control panel:

[Next draw progress 172%]

Goodness, the drug is that potent?

Hong Lang was stunned. One pill had increased the progress by nearly 100%.

He suddenly thought of a question: if they were disciples of those sects, would the pills they used be even more miraculous?

For example, could it directly allow someone to reach the peak of the Blood Refining Realm, or even allow an ordinary person to break through to the Marrow Cleansing Realm... or even a higher realm?

Too small!

Qingxi Town and Hengjiang County are still too small!

Like a frog in a well looking at the sky!

If you have the chance, you must visit a major sect and see what the scenery there is like.

Taking a deep breath, Hong Lang suppressed his excitement and began to extract the entries.

"Start drawing!"

Unlike the previous white and green light, a ray of colorful light bloomed on the panel, dazzling and eye-catching.

Holy crap, that's amazing!

Last time it was white, this time it's colorful. God is fair!

Hong Lang immediately sat up straight and stared intently:

[Entry: No destruction, no construction (color)]

【No destruction, no construction (color): What doesn't kill you makes you stronger】

Hong Lang's eyes widened. According to the literal meaning, wasn't this just a Super Saiyan?

As long as you don't die, you'll get stronger and stronger!

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind in an instant: challenging someone of a higher level, turning the tide in a desperate situation, trading injury for life...

If it's as expected, this entry fully deserves its color rating.

Furthermore, I possess the "Dragon Spirit and Tiger Might" attribute, which grants me extremely rapid injury recovery. Doesn't this mean there can be a synergy between the two?!

The future looks promising!

……

The following day, Sihaiju.

"I have broken through to the Great Perfection of Blood Refinement," Hong Lang said bluntly.

Zhou Tong smiled and poured him a drink: "Brother Hong is indeed extraordinary! I was right about you."

"When will we make our move?" Hong Lang took a sip of his drink.

"He'll be transporting a batch of medicinal herbs back to town tomorrow night. Let's ambush him on the way and catch him off guard!"

"Just the two of us?"

"Yes, having too many people around makes it easier for the news to leak out."

Hong Lang nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

At night, dark clouds obscured the moon.

Two dark figures lay motionless in the grass beside the official road.

He was dressed in black, wearing black pants, and his face was covered with a black cloth.

Hong Lang couldn't help but wonder, isn't this kind of outfit usually the work of villains?

Then I'll definitely get counter-attacked, something feels off...

"They're here!" Zhou Tong whispered a reminder.

In the distance, a few lights appeared, and a convoy slowly approached.

Two horse-drawn carriages and seven or eight servants.

As the convoy approached, a sudden surge of water erupted.

Before the men could react, a dark shadow flashed before their eyes, and they felt a sharp pain in their wrists as their weapons clattered to the ground.

Hong Lang did not kill them; these servants were not martial artists, and killing them would not yield any martial arts points.

Seven or eight men scrambled and crawled into the woods by the roadside, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The carriage stopped, and a man in his thirties got off.

He wasn't flustered; in fact, he was smiling. It was Zhou Tong's "elder brother," Zhou Wen.

"Come out, is it just the two of you?" He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over Hong Lang.

"I was wondering why there were always flies buzzing around my ears lately," Zhou Wen said casually, his gaze fixed on the bushes. "Zhou Tong, are you in such a hurry to get yourself killed?"

Zhou Tong was startled and slowly stepped out of the bushes. He stared intently at Zhou Wen without saying a word.

Little did he know that his ambush was exactly what he had anticipated!

Two crickets, one big and one small, were chirping loudly in the grass.

Hong Lang's heart sank. This person's aura was off; it was too calm, as calm as a stagnant pool.

The next moment, Zhou Wen's aura suddenly surged, and a powerful aura exploded from his body, causing the rubble on the ground around him to scatter and roll.

Hong Lang's eyes narrowed; this was definitely not the kind of power that someone at the Blood Refining Realm could possess!

"Thanks to the protection of the Yellow Heaven Sect, I have broken through to the Marrow Cleansing Realm. Do you think I don't know you're investigating what happened back then?" Zhou Wen said slowly.

"I didn't expect you to actually come, and with a helper at that. Your Blood Refinement Mastery isn't too bad, it's just a pity you ran into me!"

He burst into laughter: "I am a master of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, who dares to kill me? Who... can kill me!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Zhou Wen moved.

fast!

He was so fast that Honglang could barely track him!

The gap between the Marrow Cleansing Realm and the Blood Refining Realm was much larger than he had imagined.

If the Blood Refining Realm is about tempering blood and qi and strengthening the physical body, then the Marrow Cleansing Realm is about undergoing a complete transformation, forcing all the blood and qi into the bone marrow, resulting in a qualitative leap in the strength of the physical body.

The fist was right in front of him in an instant!

Hong Lang had no time to dodge. He tried to block with both arms, but a tremendous force sent him flying ten feet away. He rolled twice before coming to a stop.

Zhou Wen withdrew his fist and stood with his hands behind his back. In his eyes, Hong Lang's strength was not worth mentioning at all.

"Brother Hong!" Zhou Tong's expression changed drastically. He wanted to do something, but he wasn't even a martial artist. Rushing forward would only make him a burden.

Before the floodwaters could calm down, Zhou Wen rushed over again.

Hong Lang tried to dodge, but Zhou Wen was too fast. The wind from his fist grazed Hong Lang's face, leaving a bloody mark.

The gap in strength is too big!

Hong Lang gritted his teeth and retaliated, throwing a punch at Zhou Wen's ribs.

Zhou Wen did not dodge and took the punch head-on without moving. On the contrary, Hong Lang's fist felt like it had hit a stone, and he felt a sharp pain.

"Is that all the strength you have?" Zhou Wen slapped Hong Lang away with his backhand.

Before he could land, Zhou Wen had already caught up and delivered an elbow strike to Hong Lang's chest.

The sound of the ribs breaking was clearly audible.

Hong Lang coughed up a mouthful of blood and crashed into the roadside bushes.