Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

Hong Lang's eyes swept rapidly across the ground, desperately searching for the last glimmer of hope.

Clothes were scattered all over the ground, and miscellaneous items lay haphazardly in the red mist.

There it is! The porcelain bottle containing the dew is lying not far away.

He rushed over and grabbed the porcelain bottle.

"What's that?" the man asked, his voice tinged with surprise. "What are you holding?"

The woman's head screamed, "No! No! That's...!"

Hong Lang didn't give them time to react. He suddenly pulled out the cork and splashed the Heavenly Dew hard at the Yin-Yang Man.

The moment the dew flew out of the bottle, it transformed into countless fine water droplets, landing on the hermaphrodite and making a hissing sound.

It felt like a red-hot iron block being thrown into ice water, or like boiling oil being splashed onto the skin.

The hermaphrodite was stunned.

The first thing to change was the layer of red mist. Where the dew fell, the red mist, like paper burned by fire, quickly turned black and dissipated.

The mist tumbled and retreated, as if a living creature was fleeing from something that it instinctively feared.

Then there's its skin.

The bluish-gray skin began to bubble, one after another swelling and bursting, oozing black pus and blood.

"what!"

The two heads of the hermaphrodite screamed simultaneously.

"It hurts...it hurts so much..." The woman opened her mouth wide and let out a scream.

The effects of the Heavenly Dew are still spreading.

The ulceration started on its chest and quickly spread to its limbs and head.

Patches of skin peeled off, revealing dark red muscles underneath.

"How dare you..." The man stared at Hong Lang, his eyes flashing with madness.

Its voice no longer carried the calm, cat-and-mouse demeanor it had before, but rather a raw, venomous resentment.

After a few breaths, two violently beating hearts were revealed on his chest.

This must be the core of the evil spirit that the lotus flower was referring to!

Hong Lang formed a palm with one hand and stepped closer to the evil spirit, a faint light suddenly appearing in his palm.

The great sun shines brightly, illuminating all directions, dispelling all ignorance and extinguishing all karmic fires!

The First Form of the Great Sun Tathagata Palm: Immeasurable Light!

The hermaphrodite was already slow-moving, and he struck him squarely on the heart in the chest.

Without blood or flesh, the evil's entire body was like a shattered clay statue, dissolving layer by layer from the outside in.

The man's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but the moment his Adam's apple vibrated, his neck was severed in the middle.

The woman's eyes widened, a glimmer of light reflected in her pupils, and then those eyes shattered, like crushed grapes.

Both halves of the body shattered simultaneously.

It wasn't split in two, but rather shattered into countless pieces.

Each piece was no bigger than a fingernail, and each piece became charred and dissipated during its fall, not even having time to hit the ground.

The light disappeared, and the hall fell dark again, leaving only a lingering, complex scent in the air.

The red mist gradually dissipated, revealing a room full of mess.

The moonlight shone on the witch, revealing crisscrossing red marks on her snow-white skin.

Looking at the unconscious witch, Hong Lang shook his head.

He didn't know what to do with this woman.

Kill? She was a woman he had been intimate with; he wasn't that depraved.

He recalled everything that had happened between them during that long, suffocating moment.

They were clearly enemies, but somehow they turned into something else.

Not kill her? What happens after she wakes up?

The first thing he would probably do is kill himself.

Hong Lang gave a wry smile. He knew that he would probably have done the same thing if he were in that situation.

He glanced at it unconsciously, and his gaze suddenly froze.

There was a small patch of crimson on the ground beneath the witch.

That wasn't the color of ordinary blood; it was like the red plum blossoms blooming on branches in early spring.

Hong Lang froze.

These are fallen petals.

Suddenly, all those thoughts about "killing" and "not killing" became less important.

Hong Lang dressed and stood guard beside the witch.

The rain had stopped by then.

An hour later, the witch slowly opened her eyes.

She struggled to lift her head and saw the man standing guard beside her.

Hong Lang was looking at her, his gaze calm, without pride or guilt, just looking at her.

The witch sat up and immediately sensed something was amiss.

A throbbing pain somewhere in my body felt like a fine needle gently piercing the depths of my consciousness.

She looked down and saw a small patch of crimson on the ground.

All the events that had happened before flooded her mind, and she clenched her fists.

If it weren't for someone in the cult trying to assassinate me... how could I have ended up in this predicament?

In a dilapidated temple, she was with a man whose spiritual level was far lower than her own...

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, the murderous intent in her eyes had overwhelmed all other emotions.

But she didn't do anything.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't.

That absurd incident completely exhausted her last remaining cultivation level, and now she is not even as good as an ordinary person.

Her eyes gradually reddened, and a feeling of helplessness welled up in her heart.

Seeing her fragile appearance, so different from before, Hong Lang felt a little guilty.

"You've lost all your cultivation now, so... why don't you come back with me first?"

The witch put on her clothes and sneered, "Go back with you? Go where? To be your spoils of war?"

"I didn't mean that..."

"You didn't?" The witch stared at him. "You've already taken advantage of me enough, and now you want to take me back and keep me by your side day and night? Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

Hong Lang paused for a moment, then continued, "You're out there alone without any cultivation right now. It's dangerous. What if you run into someone like Zhao Xian again? We'll talk about the future once your cultivation has recovered."

"Later?" The witch's smile grew even colder. "Do you believe that the first thing I'll do when I regain my power is take your life?"

"I believe you." Hong Lang nodded. "If it were me, I would probably do the same."

The witch was taken aback, seemingly not expecting his answer.

After a brief silence, Hong Lang continued, "But that's for the future. Right now, you can't even beat an ordinary person. With your looks and physique, think about what will happen to you!"

The witch knew he was telling the truth; dragging this body into the outside world, the ending would probably not be pleasant.

She has no cultivation now and can no longer disguise herself.

The moonlight fell on her face, illuminating the complex expression on her cold and beautiful face.

She was weighing her options.

After a long pause, she finally spoke: "I can go with you, but on two conditions."

"explain."

"First, you must not mention what happened between us to anyone, and you are not allowed to touch me again."

"Can."

"Secondly, once my cultivation is restored, there will inevitably be a battle between us. At that time, I will not show any mercy. If you die by my hand, don't blame me."

Hong Lang smiled and shook his head. Is this something that can be said openly?

Even if you have murderous intent, you should hold back until your cultivation is restored!

For a witch to be so naive, no wonder she got captured...

"Alright, we'll consider it again once your cultivation has recovered."

"Pu Xi".

"Oh... Hong Lang!"