Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

After severing the head, Zhou Tong asked again, "Brother Hong, how did you manage to kill a Marrow Cleansing Realm cultivator with only Blood Refining Realm cultivation?"

"He achieved the Marrow Cleansing Realm through trickery. He must have joined the Yellow Heaven Sect and used some crooked methods. His foundation is unstable, and he only has the appearance of a Marrow Cleansing Realm cultivator," Hong Lang said, panting.

"If it were a true Marrow Cleansing Realm cultivator, one punch would probably be enough to kill me."

Zhou Tong recalled Hong Lang's strange palm technique; that palm strike was definitely not the kind of power a Blood Refining Realm martial artist should possess.

But he didn't ask any further questions.

Everyone has their own secrets, just as they themselves have things they don't want to say out loud.

"Brother Hong, this is a healing pill. Take it first." Zhou Tong took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket and poured out a pill.

Hong Lang took the pill and swallowed it, which relieved the pain at the broken bone slightly.

Zhou Tong walked to Zhou Wen's body, squatted down, and began to search his body.

A moment later, he took out a token, a letter, and a small porcelain bottle from Zhou Wen's pocket.

"This should be the token of the Yellow Heaven Sect that he mentioned." Zhou Tong handed the token to Hong Lang.

Hong Lang took the token, weighed it in his hand, and found that the material was neither gold nor wood, but somewhat like jade.

The front is engraved with a twisted "Huang" character, while the back features a flame-shaped pattern and eight characters: "Huang Tian will never perish, the sacred fire will burn forever."

The two opened the envelope again and quickly glanced through it by the dim moonlight.

"The Yellow Heaven Sect has set up a stronghold near Hengjiang County and needs a large number of martial artists with vigorous qi and blood as sacrifices..."

Hong Lang frowned. A sacrificial offering?

And this Yellow Heaven Sect... why does it feel so familiar? Yellow Heaven... Yellow Heaven... Oh, the Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise!

Is there any connection between the two, or is it just a coincidence?

What exactly is the origin of the Yellow Heaven Sect?

"Brother Hong, this matter is not over yet. Zhou Wen is dead, and the Yellow Heaven Sect will find out about this sooner or later."

Zhou Tong tore the letter to shreds. He didn't plan to report the matter to the authorities, since it involved the Zhou family and could potentially lead to the execution of the entire family.

Hong Lang remained silent. He had killed Shen Da last time and Zhou Wen this time; it was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't be targeted by them.

However, since this matter has been done so discreetly, it shouldn't be discovered so quickly. But who knows if they have some secret method to find out? We should be more careful in the future.

As for the small porcelain bottle, which contained a few pills, Zhou Tong decided to take it back to study it. Zhou Wen's advancement to the Marrow Cleansing stage was probably directly related to these pills.

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Back home, Hong Lang lay in bed, unable to sleep. Thanks to the healing pills and the effects of the [Dragon Essence and Tiger Might], the pain from his injuries had subsided.

"The Yellow Heaven Sect... We haven't even dealt with the Jiang family yet, and now this big trouble has arisen. Luckily, I have my cheat code!"

Hong Lang sighed softly and opened the panel to take a look.

Name: Hong Lang

[Cultivation Level: Great Perfection of Blood Refining Realm]

[Entries: Vigorous and Agile (Gold), Exceptional Hearing (Green), Swift as the Wind (White), No Destruction, No Construction (Colorful)]

[Next draw progress: 82%]

[Martial arts points: 80]

Huh, the progress has increased by 10%?

But I clearly haven't been cultivating!

Could it be the effect of "no destruction, no construction"?

Hong Lang scratched his head. Didn't that mean that the more intense the battle, the more cultivation he would gain after recovery?

Holy crap, is that a Super Saiyan?!

These colored entries are even more outrageous than the gold entries!

"Now that I have 80 martial arts points, let's see if there's anything good I can exchange for."

After calming himself down, Hong Lang flipped through the redemption list.

"Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber: 10 Martial Arts Points... Iron Sand Palm: 20 Martial Arts Points... Wind-Swept Wild Goose Sword: 50 Martial Arts Points... Lion's Roar: 200 Martial Arts Points..."

After seeing "The Lion's Roar," Hong Lang was somewhat tempted; it was an extraordinary skill!

He couldn't help but imagine that with a single roar, he could terrify his enemy, causing their liver and gallbladder to rupture and their meridians to break, just as Zhang Fei killed Xiahou Jie with a shout at Changban Bridge.

This is so cool, it perfectly matches my image of a tough guy.

There's still a 120-point gap... Let's save up a bit more!

After browsing through the texts, Hong Lang turned his attention to the "Infernal Purgatory Sutra".

This manual can be broken down into different parts for exchange; the lowest level, the Qi Gathering chapter, only costs 1000 martial arts points.

There are three fundamental realms in martial arts: Blood Refining Realm, Marrow Cleansing Realm, and Meridian Opening Realm. Only after passing these three realms can one reach the Qi Gathering Realm.

"It seems that one must at least reach the peak of the Meridian Opening Realm to be qualified to cultivate this divine skill. I wonder if I have the aptitude to master it. The Bone Monk was able to roam the world with just a fragment of the manual. If I could master the complete version..."

The next morning, Hong Lang woke up and immediately opened the control panel.

[Next draw progress: 92%]

Sure enough!

Another 10% increase in progress!

This battle has given him 20% of the progress. If he continues at this pace, wouldn't he be able to sustain himself through battles and become stronger with each fight?

With the [Dragon Spirit and Tiger Might] as a foundation, he has no need to worry about his injuries affecting his cultivation.

The injury I sustained yesterday is almost completely healed today.

Hong Lang wiped the smile off his face. He finished washing up and was about to leave when an old woman led a seven or eight-year-old boy to the front of the house.

It was Granny Liang from the village and her grandson, Abao.

The old woman's hair was gray, and her cloudy eyes held a grateful smile. Abao's little face was rosy, like a little calf.

"Grandma, what brings you here?" Hong Lang greeted her.

Grandma Liang walked forward shakily, took out a hand-sewn handkerchief from her bosom and handed it to Hong Lang. It was plain blue cotton with simple embroidery on the edges.

"Little Lang, thank you so much for the meat!" The old woman's voice was a little hoarse.

"Abao wasn't feeling well for a while, but ever since he ate the meat you gave him, he's become energetic and much stronger! This old woman doesn't have much good stuff, but I sewed this handkerchief myself. You can keep it; you can use it to wipe your sweat."

Hong Lang took the handkerchief, his fingers tracing the fine stitches on the fabric. A warmth filled his heart; it must have taken the old man several days to complete.

"Brother Lang," Abao looked up, clenched his little fists, and said earnestly, "I want to be a martial artist like you when I grow up! To protect Grandma from being bullied by bad guys!"

Hong Lang crouched down and patted his head: "Abao has ambition! I believe you can definitely become a martial artist!"

"Grandma, take these two pounds of meat back for Abao to eat." Hong Lang turned around and took out a piece of meat from the house.

The old woman shook her head repeatedly, but in the end she couldn't resist Hong Lang's insistence and accepted the meat.

"Thank you, Brother Lang! I will become stronger and stronger!" Ah Bao raised his arms and shouted loudly.

After a few more casual words, the old woman took Ah Bao's hand, thanked him repeatedly, and then turned and left.

Sunlight shone on the grandfather and grandson, casting two long shadows.

Hong Lang only looked away when the two walked into the shadows of the house.

He looked at the handkerchief in his hand and recalled A Bao's bright eyes, and a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on welled up inside him.

This feeling isn't bad; it's even more reassuring than the progress bar increasing.