Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

Mo Wentian's admiration deepened: "What a fine Hong Lang! He has guts!"

Luo Heng, that coward, doesn't deserve to have such subordinates!

His voice softened slightly: "If you are willing to surrender, I will offer you the position of County Commandant of Hengjiang County. Why should you risk your life for those cowards who are afraid of death?"

A voice beside him whispered a reminder: "Lord Mo, this man is only at the initial stage of the Marrow Cleansing Realm. Isn't the position of county magistrate a bit too generous?"

Mo Wentian said calmly, "His strength is sufficient."

All eyes were on Hong Lang, waiting for his answer.

Hong Lang gripped his halberd tightly, blood trickling down the shaft. He raised his head, his eyes unwavering: "Who dares to fight me!"

Everyone was stunned. Had this kid gone mad? Was he really seeking death?

Mo Wentian smiled and shook his head, then said to Mo Qiushui beside him, "Capture them alive."

Mo Qiushui nodded, picked up her spear, spurred her horse, and charged down the hillside.

Her cultivation had reached the peak of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, far surpassing that of the other martial artists from before.

As the warhorse galloped, its aura surged, and even before the spear arrived, the sharp wind from the spear already rushed towards them.

The floodwaters propelled the red dates forward.

The two horses crossed paths.

The immense power surged through his body via the halberd shaft, causing Hong Lang to spit out a mouthful of blood. His body flew backward off the horse, rolling several times.

Red Date neighed and ran to its master's side, offering its horse head to his body as if to worship him.

Hong Lang struggled to get up, but the excruciating pain made him completely powerless.

His vision began to blur, and the sound of horses' hooves in his ears became distant and elusive.

Mo Qiushui, mounted on her horse, looked down at him coldly.

Looking at Hong Lang, who was still trying to resist, Mo Wentian said in a deep voice, "Why be so stubborn? Don't you have anyone you care about?"

Hong Lang was startled.

People I care about...

Li Tao'er's sweet smile, Qin Jiuzhen's gentle tone, and Tang Chen's fiery passion.

What will happen to them if I die here?

For whom did Hong Lang fight?

If it's for Qiao Yuan's sake, then living to take care of his wife and daughter seems to be the right path.

Sigh, let's lower it!

Hong Lang slowly stood up, leaning on his halberd, his voice hoarse: "I... surrender."

Mo Qiushui shook her spear, her eyes filled with disdain, but she didn't say anything more.

Hong Lang staggered to Hongzao's side, struggled to mount his horse, and followed behind Mo Qiushui.

From this moment on, he was her surrendered general, his fate in the hands of another.

Mo Wentian waved his hand and led hundreds of martial artists straight to Hengjiang County.

The county town gates swung open, and Liu Zhong, along with a group of yamen runners, knelt at the entrance: "Your humble servant Liu Zhong is willing to surrender to Your Excellency!"

Mo Wentian sat upright on his horse, making no trouble for them, but simply ordered his men to take over all the offices of the county government.

He learned from Liu Zhong that Hong Lang was fighting desperately simply because his friend Qiao Yuan had been killed.

Mo Wentian's admiration for such a loyal and righteous person grew even stronger.

He murmured with a sigh, "It would be wonderful if such a fierce general were willing to serve me."

Mo Qiushui, standing beside him, whispered a reminder: "Father, this person has only recently arrived and may not be sincere."

Mo Wentian smiled slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Today, Hong Lang is willing to risk his life for his friend; tomorrow, he will be willing to risk his life for him just as he is today.

"Report!"

Just then, a person stumbled in.

He approached Mo Wentian urgently and said, "Lord Mo, the entire army that attacked Qingshi County has been wiped out!"

Mo Wentian frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Lu Yun and the other two were all at the peak of the Meridian Opening Realm. Taking Qing Shi County would have been a piece of cake for them. How could they have been completely wiped out?"

The man said urgently, "Fan Qingya gathered troops from fifteen counties and came here, only to run into Lord Lu. Fan Qingya personally killed Lord Lu, and now Fan Qingya is leading his troops on an urgent journey to Hengjiang County!"

Mo Wentian clicked his tongue: "That scoundrel reacted quite quickly!"

He immediately mustered his troops and led them away from Hengjiang County.

Hong Lang was also in the group, following behind Mo Qiushui, with a heavy weight on his mind.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the army's rest period to go back to Taiping Village, but Mo Qiushui sent two Marrow Cleansing Realm martial artists to keep a close watch on him, so he had no chance at all.

Hong Lang urged his horse to go a few steps faster, so that he could ride alongside Mo Qiushui.

"Lord Mo...May I go home for a visit? It will only take half an hour, just to check if everything is alright."

Mo Qiushui reined in the horses and glanced at him: "You want to desert?"

Hong Lang shook his head: "I have surrendered and have no regrets. It's just that... there are still people at home who need my care, and I feel uneasy."

Mo Qiushui coldly said, "Now that the army has set off, Father will lead us to meet Fan Qingya. As a surrendered general, you must follow immediately. If you miss the opportunity, don't blame me for being merciless with my spear!"

Hong Lang curled his lip, cursing inwardly, "This woman, just wait and see how I deal with you!"

Mo Qiushui seemed to read his mind, pointing her spear at Hong Lang: "Now you are my surrendered general, you better behave yourself, or I'll stab you to death!"

The procession of several hundred people marched out of Hengjiang County and hurried north along the official road.

Along the way, Hong Lang looked at Mo Qiushui's back and found that she was somewhat similar to Tang Chen. They were both equally heroic and dashing, except that Tang Chen had more chivalry and Mo Qiushui had more heroic spirit.

After walking for about three hours, it began to get dark.

A scout rushed back: "Report! Fan Qingya's army is about five miles ahead! There are about 1,500 men, and they are heading towards our army!"

Mo Wentian immediately spurred his horse and shouted in a deep voice, "Form ranks!"

Hundreds of people quickly formed ranks, their movements were uniform and orderly, clearly indicating that they were well-trained.

Unable to find his place, Hong Lang had no choice but to follow behind Mo Qiushui.

She glanced at Hong Lang and whispered, "If a fight breaks out later, you'd better stick close to me and don't even think about escaping in the chaos."

Hong Lang replied weakly, "Lord Mo, that shot of yours was no light. I wanted to escape, but I'd need the strength."

Mo Qiushui snorted coldly, gave him a healing pill, and then ignored him.

Hong Lang thanked Mo Qiushui, thinking to himself, "This woman may be a bit fierce, but she's not a bad person after all."

The sound of horses' hooves rolled like muffled thunder. In the twilight, dust filled the air at the end of the official road, and a dark mass of men and horses surged in like a tide, their banners fluttering.

Fan Qingya's army has arrived.

The force of 1,500 men was far more imposing than Mo Wentian's few hundred men.

Hong Lang was also unsure of himself. With such a large numerical disadvantage, could he really win?

From the opposing formation, a tall horse led the way, its rider appearing to be around forty years old, clad in iron armor, with piercing, bright eyes.

His gaze fell on Mo Wentian, and his voice boomed: "Mo traitor! I, Fan Qingya, have treated you well, why have you betrayed me?"

The voice was strong and resonant, its echo lingering along the official road.

Mo Wentian sat upright on his horse: "Old dog Fan! Back then, I fought tooth and nail to put you on the throne as prefect, but how did you treat me? You actually held a banquet, intending to get rid of me!"

Fan Qingya pointed his long sword at Mo Wentian, his tone suddenly turning cold: "Since you've put it this way, there's nothing more to say. You've instigated a rebellion, and according to the law, your entire family should be executed. If you dismount and surrender today, I guarantee your family's safety."

Mo Wentian laughed loudly, his laughter full of mockery: "Fan Qingya, do you really think you have victory in your grasp?"