Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

Cao Jin continued, "I had to plead with Registrar Song quite a bit before County Lieutenant Wang finally relented. He said that out of respect for Registrar Song, a thousand taels would be fine."

Hong Lang's heart sank again. Although half of it was gone, where was he going to get another thousand taels?

"I've been running my business in Qingxi Town for years, and although I have some meager assets, I can still scrape together five hundred taels in a hurry."

Cao Jin took out five silver notes from his pocket and handed them to Hong Lang.

"Chief Cao, I am deeply grateful! I will find a way to repay the remaining five hundred taels myself."

After thanking Cao Jin, Hong Lang left the gambling den and headed straight for the Zhou family.

Whether it was out of a sense of chivalry or because of a secret between the two, Zhou Tong took out five hundred taels of silver without hesitation.

Having gathered a thousand taels, Cao Jin took the silver notes and headed to the county town alone.

When he returned, Tang Chen and Tan Ya followed behind him unharmed.

"Brother Hong, I have not failed you!"

Looking at the anxious torrent, Tang Chen pursed his lips.

Along the way, she had learned the whole story from Cao Jin. She hadn't expected that Hong Lang could actually get a thousand taels of silver, an amount that even she couldn't handle.

Tang Chen couldn't describe the feeling in his heart.

There was surprise, confusion... and a hint of inexplicable excitement. She gently patted Hong Lang's shoulder.

Tanya moved her lips, managing to squeeze out a few words: "Th...thank you!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Chen burst into laughter, showing no sign of having survived a close call.

"Hong Lang, you managed to get Xiao Ya to say thank you, that's incredible!"

Tanya's face flushed red instantly: "Master's wife...you..."

Although she appears mature and aloof, she is ultimately just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, and still somewhat shy.

It was already dark when Cao Jin suggested that everyone go to Sihaiju for a meal to get rid of bad luck.

They all nodded in agreement.

Cao Jin and his two companions, along with Hong Lang and his two companions, made up a group of six who entered Sihaiju.

Since it was peak time for people and the private rooms were already full, the group had to choose seats in the main hall.

After sitting down, Hong Lang's mind wandered, recalling scenes from the stories he had read. Whenever people gathered together, especially women, drunkards would inevitably come to bother them.

What followed was a fierce fight, showcasing chivalry.

He shook his head inwardly, thinking to himself: This kind of melodramatic plot probably won't actually happen to me. I just hope I can have a peaceful meal tonight.

Seeing him looking around like that, Wang Yan said in a simple and honest way, "Brother Hong, are you looking for someone? Are you looking for someone you know?"

"I'm looking for a drunkard," Hong Lang replied casually.

"A drunkard? What drunkard? Why would we look for a drunkard?" Wang Yan scratched his head.

His goofy appearance made everyone burst into laughter, even Tanya couldn't help but laugh.

Before long, one steaming hot dish after another was served.

Cao Jin then called over a waiter and ordered a jar of fine wine.

The group toasted and drank, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

Tanya couldn't hold her liquor; she only drank two cups before collapsing onto the table.

Surprisingly, Wang Yan, a big, burly man, could drink less than Tanya.

After just one cup, his face turned completely red, and he slumped against the table, muttering incoherently, "Good wine...one more cup!"

Tang Chen, in high spirits after drinking, started playing a drinking game with Cao Jin.

"The Five Champions!"

"May everything go smoothly!"

"You drink it!"

"Again!"

At this moment, she had completely lost her usual composure, as if she was no longer Hong Lang's master's wife, but just Tang Chen.

Xia Ping, holding a wine glass, leaned close to Hong Lang's ear: "Brother Hong, it seems you've got your hands dirty lately, haven't you?"

Hong Lang was startled, and the wine glass in his hand wobbled slightly, spilling a few drops onto the back of his hand.

How did you know??

He was extremely secretive in killing Zhou Wen; apart from Zhou Tong and himself, no one else knew about it. How could Xia Ping have seen through it at a glance?

Xia Ping smiled and said calmly, "I can tell whether a person has killed someone recently. That kind of bloodlust is hard to describe, but I can tell it at a glance."

A chill ran down Hong Lang's back. He wasn't afraid of Xia Ping, but of the Huang Tian Sect.

If the Yellow Heaven Cult also had someone with Xia Ping's special abilities, wouldn't they be able to trace it back to me very quickly?

Seeing his gloomy face, Xia Ping waved his hand: "Don't overthink it. I was just asking casually and didn't mean anything by it. After all, we are like-minded people."

After saying that, he gave a meaningful smile.

Hong Lang knew the misunderstanding was deepening, and he silently defended himself: I'm not some kind of serial killer. I kill people only for martial arts points...

As night deepened, the drinking party came to an end.

Tang Chen had drunk quite a bit, and her eyes were glazed over. Cao Jin had already been drunk to the point of passing out.

Xia Ping paid the bill, and Hong Lang took Tan Ya and Tang Chen home.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the Tang residence, Tang Chen grabbed Hong Lang's hand and slurred drunkenly, "Hong Lang, thanks to you this time... as for the money, you..."

As she spoke, she lost her balance and fell directly onto Hong Lang. Caught off guard, Hong Lang lost his balance and was pinned down by Tang Chen.

The smell of alcohol, fragrance, and sweat mingled on Tang Chen's body, and as she pressed down, it all rushed into Hong Lang's nostrils.

His heart suddenly raced, as if someone was drumming inside his chest.

Tang Chen's cheek was pressed against Hong Lang's neck, burning hot.

Her lips brushed unintentionally against Hong Lang's earlobe, soft and moist with the smell of alcohol.

Hong Lang felt like his hands and feet were starting to lose their control.

"Hong Lang..."

Tang Chen called out in a muffled voice, which was extremely soft and completely different from her usual heroic and spirited self.

She seemed to be trying to sit up, but her hand pressed against Hong Lang's chest. Even through his clothes, Hong Lang could still feel the heat of her palm.

Before Hong Lang could react, Tang Chen sat up straight and straddled him.

Strands of hair fell with the movement, a few strands brushing against Hong Lang's neck.

Her body swayed slightly, her hands instinctively gripping Hong Lang's shoulders, her eyes hazy as if veiled by a thin mist.

Hong Lang's mind went blank, with only his heart pounding harder and harder, as if it were about to jump out of his throat.

This is right in front of the Tang family mansion!

"Master's wife...we're home..." Hong Lang called softly.

Tang Chen grunted, but instead of getting up, he lay down, burying his face even deeper, his nose brushing against his neck as he took a deep breath.

Hong Lang turned his head and saw the maid peeking half her head out from behind the door, then awkwardly shrank back inside.

He tried to straighten up, but Tang Chen pressed him down.

"Don't move!"

Tang Chen's strength at the peak of the Marrow Cleansing Realm suppressed Hong Lang, rendering her unable to move. She then sat up straight, slowly tilted her head back, and stretched her neck, appearing extremely comfortable.

A moment later, Tang Chen let out a long breath and released her hands. Hong Lang hurriedly got up and helped her into the mansion.

Back at his lodgings, Hong Lang took a cold shower, changed into clean clothes, and lay in bed, but couldn't fall asleep no matter how much he tossed and turned.

Tang Chen's face was burning hot, her lips were soft, and her eyes were misty...

"I can't think about it, I can't think about it!"

Hong Lang shook his head, clearing his mind of distractions, and summoned the entry panel.

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