Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

In this world, for every winner, there is a loser.

Hong Lang naturally didn't want to be the loser. He stared intently at Liu Yuan, his heart surging with fighting spirit.

Blood Refining Realm? So what!

With the [Dragon Spirit and Tiger Might] in hand, he was confident he could fight them!

Liu Yuan felt uneasy under the intense gaze of this young man. How could this kid, whose strength was inferior to his own, have such a strong aura?

He forced a smile and said, "You have to pay some of the medical expenses, right?"

Now that things have come to this, it's too shameful to put the knife back in its sheath!

Liu Yuan felt a pang of regret, but with so many people watching, he couldn't back down.

Hong Lang said calmly, "What if I say I won't compensate?"

Liu Yuan suddenly increased the pressure on his hand.

Hong Lang felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He raised his hand, grabbed the other person's wrist, and tried to pry it open.

The two then began to compete in strength.

Hong Lang was slightly surprised that a martial artist who had just broken through to the Blood Refinement stage possessed such strength.

He thought he could overpower Liu Yuan with the power of the "Dragon Spirit and Tiger Might," but it seems he underestimated the martial artists of this world.

Liu Yuan was even more shocked. Although he had only just broken through and his foundation was not yet stable, he had at least stepped into the ranks of martial artists, yet he couldn't even defeat an ordinary person!

He no longer held back, and suddenly activated all his qi and blood, causing Hong Lang's shoulders to crack.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a voice rang out.

"What are you all doing!"

It was Master's wife, Tang Chen.

The crowd immediately dispersed, and Liu Yuan also removed his hand from Hong Lang's shoulder, giving him a "you're lucky" look.

They witnessed what happened this morning. The master's wife is ready to explode at any moment, so they can't afford to provoke her.

Tang Chen looked at Feng Hu's head, which was swollen like a pig's head, and shouted, "Instead of practicing martial arts properly, you've learned to fight! Feng Hu, who laid a hand on you?"

Everyone kept their heads down, afraid of being spotted by their master's wife.

Feng Hu certainly didn't dare to tell the truth. If his master's wife knew about the foul language he had just used, she might slap him a few more times.

"I accidentally bumped into the wall; no one hit me."

Tang Chen frowned but didn't say anything more.

She walked slowly to the weapon rack, drew out a ten-foot-long halberd, and began to wield it.

Her every move was crisp and clean, powerful yet controlled, making the heavy halberd feel as light as a feather in her hands.

Everyone knew that the master's wife was venting her dissatisfaction with the master, so they all kept their distance, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

"Senior Brother Chen, Master's wife's halberd technique is so powerful and domineering. What's her name?" Hong Lang asked Chen Nuo.

Chen Nuo whispered, "This is a halberd technique passed down in my master's wife's family, called 'Mountain and River Halberd.' Junior Brother Hong, would you like to learn it?"

Hong Lang stared intently at his master's wife and said, "I wonder when I will have the honor of learning halberd techniques from you."

Chen Nuo lowered his voice and said, "That's simple. You just need to become your master's wife's personal disciple. She only has one personal disciple right now, a little girl named Tanya..."

At this point, he suddenly winked at Hong Lang and said, "Actually, there's another way to learn this halberd technique!"

"What method?"

Chen Nuo laughed and said, "You can just recognize your master's wife as your godmother. Your master and mistress have no children of their own, so they will definitely teach you everything they know!"

Hong Lang rolled his eyes at Chen Nuo speechlessly. He took out two pancakes from his pocket, handed one to Chen Nuo, and continued to ask, "What kind of martial arts will a master's wife teach ordinary disciples?"

Chen Nuo took the pancake and started eating: "Hmm... it's a leg technique called Thousand-Pound Step."

At this point, he swallowed the biscuit in his mouth and lowered his voice: "Master's father, Old Master Shen, was a master of leg techniques. Master's wife learned her leg techniques from Old Master Shen. Master and Master's wife also had this connection, which is why they became husband and wife."

Hong Lang then understood why his master had a mistress; it turned out that the two of them were brought together by their parents.

In the words of their past life, they were life partners who only talked about interests and not feelings.

Once Chen Nuo starts talking about his master and mistress, he can't stop.

Hong Lang's gossipy nature was also piqued, and he listened intently.

"When my master's wife was twenty-four years old, she fought twenty-eight bandits alone at Yanziwu, earning the name 'Cold Halberd in Green Robe.' The scars on her face were left at that time..."

After listening, Hong Lang asked in confusion, "Why would a master like my wife stay in a small place like Qingxi Town? Wouldn't it be better for her to open a martial arts school in the county town, as you said?"

Chen Nuo said, "It's not that simple. To open a martial arts school in the county town, you not only need to reach the Meridian Opening Realm in cultivation, but you also need thousands of taels of silver. This does not include the money for currying favor with the local officials."

Hong Lang continued, "There are quite a few people learning martial arts at the school, so your master's wife shouldn't be short of money, right?"

Chen Nuo glanced at his master's wife, and seeing that she was far away, whispered:

"This martial arts school was originally founded with funds from Grandpa Shen. Grandpa Tang didn't contribute a single penny. Now, 90% of the income goes to the master, and the master's wife only receives a 1% dividend."

"Master is content with the status quo and has no desire to spend money to make a fuss in the city, so they often argue about it, and everyone in the martial arts school knows about it."

Hong Lang pictured Shen Shan's delicate and fair appearance; he certainly looked like a pampered old man, not a martial artist.

……

After dark, Hong Lang carried four ounces of pork back home. He had only practiced martial arts for a short time today, and his progress bar had only increased by 1%, barely reaching 5%.

As soon as he arrived at his doorstep, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. He saw that the area in front of his house was a mess, and the door of Qin Jiuzhen's house next door was tightly closed, with no lights on inside.

Hong Lang immediately went up and knocked on the door: "Sister Qin, Tao'er, it's me!"

Li Tao'er opened the door and rushed into Hong Lang's arms, saying aggrievedly, "Brother Lang, you're finally back! Some bad guys were bullying us!"

Hong Lang patted her on the back and hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

Hong Lang finally understood the whole story from the mother and daughter.

Half an hour ago, four men came to Hong Lang's house and started smashing and destroying things without saying a word, and Qin Jiuzhen's house was also damaged in the process.

Qin Jiuzhen still had a hint of panic on her face. She said, "Judging from their attire, they seem to be from Master Feng's family."

In Taiping Village, there was only one landlord, Feng Jiacai, who had a terrible reputation and often bullied his neighbors.

It's obvious that Feng Hu suffered a loss during the day and couldn't swallow his anger when he got home, so he sent his servants to retaliate.

Damn it, they've come to bully me! I was just looking for a place to practice my skills!

Hong Lang handed the pork to Qin Jiuzhen and turned to leave.

Qin Jiuzhen quickly pulled Hong Lang back: "Xiao Lang! Master Feng's family has several servants, all of whom know some martial arts. You alone are no match for them!"

"Sister Qin, it's alright." Hong Lang gently patted Qin Jiuzhen's hand. "I'm different now than before!"

Seeing that Hong Lang was so confident, Qin Jiuzhen loosened her grip.

Li Tao'er said, "Brother Lang, be careful! If you can't beat them, just run back!"

"Don't worry, dealing with a few servants is a piece of cake!"

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar boy in front of her, Qin Jiuzhen felt somewhat dazed.

Since Hong Lang recovered from his injuries, not only has his physique changed, but he has also developed an indescribable feeling deep within him.

Since her husband passed away, she always tried to bear everything on her own whenever she encountered difficulties, swallowing her pride to beg from all sides and enduring the coldness and warmth of human relationships.

Ever since Hong Lang stood up for her last time, she thinks of him the first person she sees when she faces danger again.

Watching Hong Lang's figure gradually disappear into the night, Qin Jiuzhen pursed her lips, a surge of indescribable emotion welling up in her heart.

This boy who once needed someone to take care of him has finally grown into a man who can shield others from the wind and rain.

……

The Feng family.

Feng Jiacai swayed his head and began to hum a little tune: "Spring breeze blows, peach blossoms bloom, pretty lady, longing for her lover~ Red silk curtains, mandarin duck terrace, warm night, joyful~"

He was in a great mood today.

He dug up a jade bowl in the field at the east end of the village. When he asked at a pawnshop in the city, he was surprised to find that it could be pawned for thirty taels of silver!

This was the first time in his life he had ever encountered such a windfall.

We must tell the tenants to dig carefully again later; they might just find some treasure!

"Father, are all the servants here?" Feng Hu asked in a deep voice.

Feng Jiacai scoffed, "He's just a woodcutter, how could he be a match for our guards? If he doesn't come, we'll go find him and cripple one of his hands!"

"Father, this kid is strong and fast, we can't underestimate him..."

As the two were talking, a loud bang was heard!

Feng Jiacai was startled. He looked up and saw that the gate had been kicked down and a figure was standing at the door. It was Hong Lang.

"You insolent wretch, how dare you trespass on the Feng family's door?! Guards! Beat him up!"

Feng Jiacai was furious. That door was made of sandalwood and cost him a full twenty taels of silver.

As soon as he finished speaking, four servants wielding sticks rushed out. They were all hired by Feng Jiacai with money, and each of them had some basic martial arts skills.

The lead servant swung a wooden club at Hong Lang, the club whistling through the air with tremendous force.

Hong Lang dodged to the side and punched the servant in the chest with his backhand.

The servant stumbled back several steps, crashing heavily into the wall. He clutched his chest and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The remaining three servants froze on the spot. They never expected that this boy, who looked to be under twenty, would have such amazing strength.

"Attack him together! I bet we can take him down!" one of the servants shouted.

The three rushed towards Honglang from different directions, their moves chaotic yet fierce.

Hong Lang sneered, neither dodging nor avoiding, and charged forward to meet the sticks, his fists raining down like raindrops.

"Snap!"

Screams and the sound of bones cracking rang out one after another. In no time, all three servants fell to the ground, groaning in agony.

The entire courtyard fell silent instantly, with only the servants' painful groans remaining.

With the added bonus of "Dragon Spirit and Tiger Might," ordinary people pose little threat to Honglang.

He walked towards Feng Jiacai step by step, his steps heavy, each step feeling like he was stepping on Feng Jiacai's heart.

Hong Lang walked straight to the chair and sat down: "Mr. Feng, Young Master Feng, you've wrecked my house, what... what should we do about this?"

Feng Hu lowered his head, covered his pig-like face, and remained silent, afraid that Hong Lang would slap him a few more times.

Hong Lang didn't take him seriously at all. Although Feng Hu had started practicing martial arts a few months earlier, he hadn't made any progress at all.

Feng Jiacai said tremblingly, "Um... Brother Hong, how about I compensate you with one tael of silver?"

One or two?

Hong Lang laughed heartily: "Master Feng, one tael is far too beneath your dignity. I want five taels!"

He didn't ask for an exorbitant amount. Given Feng Jiacai's greedy nature, asking for too much would definitely lead to trouble with the authorities, and he wouldn't get the money and would only waste time.

Feng Jiacai looked troubled and reluctantly took out a silver ingot.

Hong Lang then held out his hand: "My family gets five taels, how about Qin Jiuzhen's family?"

Feng Jiacai gritted his teeth and took out another five taels of silver.

Hong Lang accepted the silver and nodded with satisfaction: "Thank you, Master Feng. Please come visit me sometime, so we can get to know each other better!"

"Definitely, definitely!" Feng Jiacai forced a smile as he saw off this menacing figure.

After the floodwaters receded into the distance, he grew increasingly angry and suddenly kicked Feng Hu.

"Damn it, you son of a bitch! I sent you to learn martial arts, and you're always causing trouble, making me lose ten taels of silver for nothing! And what about the new door I just had made by the carpenter at the beginning of this year!"