Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

Tianmu City.

Mo Wentian sat in his study, holding the document sent from Hengjiang County in his hand, while Wang Zhen and Wang Bao knelt beside him.

Lai Ting, Yan Yu...

Six names, six handprints, were neatly pressed under Han Chong's charges.

He read the document over and over again, and couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you for making this trip to collect the reward of ten taels of silver."

"Thank you very much, Your Excellency!"

"Alright, you can go now."

Wang Zhen and Wang Bao kowtowed, bowed, and withdrew.

Lotus came in carrying a teacup, placed the freshly brewed tea on the table, and stood it to one side.

Mo Wentian took a sip of tea, opened the letter and read it through, then slowly said, "This kid is no simpleton."

Lotus didn't speak; she knew there was no need for her to respond at this moment.

"The documents recently submitted by the sixteen counties of Tianmu Prefecture all say that the Black Wind Sect disciples are outwardly compliant but inwardly disobedient, accusing them of disobeying orders, repeating the same old arguments over and over again."

"Only in Hengjiang County, only in this Hong Lang, can things that cause others a great deal of trouble be resolved in no time."

Lotus smiled and said, "You really think highly of him, sir."

Mo Wentian stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked to the window: "I thought he was young and would have to suffer a lot, but it turned out that Han Chong, that idiot, thought he could take down the man with just a few people. Instead, he was kicked to death by Hong Lang, and even his corpse was used as a pledge of allegiance."

Lotus said softly, "County Commandant Hong is indeed somewhat different from others."

"It's more than just different." Mo Wentian sat back down in his chair, picked up the document and looked at it again, his smile deepening: "Look at the handprints on this. All six of them are there. With Han Chong dead, the rest of these people have lost their leader."

Hong Lang promised each of them twenty-four Blood Essence Pills, and then used this document to force them to sign and affix their fingerprints. He used both kindness and coercion to completely control their hearts.

Lotus tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Twenty-four Blood Essence Pills...? Even the annual tax revenue of Hengjiang County wouldn't amount to much, would it?"

"It won't be worth much." Mo Wentian shook his head. "With Hengjiang County's tax revenue, it can only be exchanged for a little over two hundred Blood Essence Pills at most, but he asked for one hundred and forty-four pills right off the bat."

He dared to make such a promise because he was certain that the Black Wind Sect would eventually turn against this county, and at that time, these promises would be nothing but empty words.

Lotus suddenly realized: "So County Magistrate Hong used Black Wind Sect's own things to try and trap Black Wind Sect members?"

Mo Wentian laughed heartily: "That's the wonderful part. What's even more wonderful is that even if the Black Wind Sect doesn't turn against us, as long as these people sign the papers, Hong Lang won't give them a single Blood Essence Pill afterward. What can they do?"

With this document, they were in a dilemma. Hong Lang's move was like an iron chain across the river, leaving them unable to go up or down.

Lotus nodded and said, "That move... was indeed ingenious."

Mo Wentian put the document away: "Among the people under my command, there are many who are stronger than Hong Lang in terms of seniority and cultivation, but when it comes to getting things done, no one can compare to him. They are all afraid of the Black Wind Sect's power and can only complain."

He paused, then suddenly remembered something: "That girl Qiu Shui is arrogant and proud. She reached the peak of the Marrow Cleansing Realm before she was even twenty. She is arrogant and doesn't know that there are countless heroes in the world."

Hopefully, she'll learn something from this experience; as someone in a position of power, she still has a long way to go.

……

It's snowing in Hengjiang City.

Fine snowflakes were swept up by the north wind and rustled against the eaves.

The streets were sparsely populated, with only a few people occasionally hurrying by, their boots leaving a trail of footprints of varying depths on the thin snow.

Hong Lang sat cross-legged in the room and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

With the six Blood Essence Pills given by Mo Qiushui, Hong Lang pushed the progress bar to 116% in one go.

Marrow Cleansing Realm, Minor Success!

Hong Lang smiled slightly, then shook his head.

Reaching the minor completion of the Marrow Cleansing Realm is hardly something to be happy about. In the entire Tianmu County, it's unlikely that there's a county magistrate with a lower cultivation level than him.

With the blessing of his extraordinary comprehension, Hong Lang's Lion's Roar Skill has reached a minor level of mastery, Mountain and River Halberd Skill has reached a major level of mastery, and even Thousand Pound Step Skill has reached the realm of perfection.

As for the "Great Sun Tathagata Palm," it was as difficult to master as ever, and Hong Lang didn't even know if he had made any progress.

"Let's not think about that too much, let's see what level of keyword we can get this time!"

[The Martial Arts of Immortality]

[You can select one term now. Do you want to select it?]

"Start drawing!"

A wisp of white light slowly emerged.

[Acquired entry: Cold Resistance (White)]

[Cold Resistance (White): Enhances your adaptability to cold environments, reducing energy consumption in low temperatures, but cannot withstand extreme cold.]

Hong Lang stared at the white light dissipating before him, his lips twitched, and finally he sighed resignedly.

A white entry is fine, it's better than nothing.

On second thought, he was filled with anticipation for the next entry.

According to the law of conservation of character, the next entry should at least be a gold one!

He stood up, stretched his limbs, and a series of cracking sounds came from his bones.

Although the cultivation level of the Lesser Completion of the Marrow Cleansing Realm is nothing to brag about, the changes in the body are real, with every inch of bone slowly transforming.

Hong Lang took a cold shower, changed into his official robes, and headed to the county government office.

Just as they reached the door, Liu Zhong approached and said, "County Commandant Hong, Magistrate Mo wants to see you."

Hong Lang straightened his official robes and followed Liu Zhong into the back hall of the county government office.

From afar, Mo Qiushui sat behind her desk, holding a document in her hand, reading it intently.

She was dressed in white today, which made her skin look as white as snow. Hong Lang couldn't help but sigh, she really had a beautiful appearance. He wondered what her mother looked like.

Seeing Hong Lang arrive, Mo Qiushui put down the documents in her hand: "County Commandant Hong, how is the security situation in the county lately?"

Since Hong Lang helped her deal with the Black Wind Sect disciples last time, her attitude towards Hong Lang has improved a lot, but she is still cold towards him.

Hong Lang cupped his hands in greeting: "Thanks to the magistrate, the county is peaceful and there have been no major incidents."

"That's good..." Mo Qiushui took a sip of tea. "According to the rules, we should go to the prefecture to report on our duties."

"A performance review?" Hong Lang was taken aback.

"The magistrates and county lieutenants of the sixteen counties of Tianmu Prefecture are required to go to the prefectural capital once a year to report to the prefect on the military strength, security and other situations in each county. The prefect specifically mentioned your name."

Hong Lang remained silent for a moment.

Mo Wentian specifically called out his name, probably not just to inquire about public security.

On the charge against Han Chong, there were six neat handprints, indicating that Mo Wentian had probably seen through his combination of kindness and severity.

"When are we leaving?"

"First thing tomorrow morning."

As evening approached, the snow fell even heavier.

As soon as Hong Lang returned to the house, he saw Cao Jin standing at the entrance, looking somewhat solemn. Snowflakes had fallen on his shoulder, indicating that he had been waiting for a while.