Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

Grinding.

Hong Lang silently repeated the word to himself, a slight smile curving his lips, whether it was a bitter smile or self-mockery, was hard to tell.

Using a master at the peak of the Meridian Opening Realm, who might be on the verge of entering the Qi Gathering Realm, to hone the skills of a minor character at the initial stage of the Marrow Cleansing Realm—the cost of this training is far too high.

But he didn't say it.

Lotus suddenly changed the subject: "If one day you can replace Zhou Liang, the prefect won't say anything."

Hong Lang suddenly raised his head and looked at the lotus flower.

Lotus's expression remained calm, as if she were stating something perfectly natural.

Hong Lang was both surprised and astonished, but he immediately understood what was going on.

He stood up and bowed deeply to Lotus: "Thank you for your guidance, Miss Lotus. Please also convey to the prefect that Hong Lang understands."

Lotus nodded, stood up, and placed a porcelain vase in front of Hong Lang.

"These are ten Blood Essence Pills. The prefect specifically instructed me to deliver them to you."

……

The following day, Hong Lang came to visit Mo Qiushui.

She leaned against the bed, her injured leg immobilized in a splint.

When Hong Lang entered, Mo Qiushui was reading a book. When she saw him, she closed the book, placed it beside her pillow, and nodded to him.

Hong Lang caught a glimpse of the book's cover: "How an Empress is Made".

Wow, so Mo Qiushui is interested in this kind of book.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to associate the book with Mo Qiushui.

Seeing him staring at the book, Mo Qiushui turned the page: "Just flipping through it when I'm bored."

"Is your injury better?" Hong Lang stood at the door, not daring to go too far inside.

"Just need to rest for a while."

Hong Lang hummed in response and stood there, suddenly unsure of what to say.

Those two nights at the foot of the cliff now hang like a thin mist between the two of them.

It's not that close, it's not that far, it's within reach, yet no one has reached out first.

Seeing that the atmosphere was really awkward, Hong Lang got up to say goodbye. When he reached the door, Mo Qiushui suddenly called him back.

"Hong Lang".

He turned around.

Mo Qiushui looked at him, her gaze much gentler than usual. Her lips twitched as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only said, "Be careful on the road."

Hong Lang nodded, pushed open the door, and went out.

As he stepped out of the courtyard, a cold wind swept over him. He took a deep breath and suppressed the inexplicable emotions churning in his chest.

Having lost the jujubes, he had to spend one hundred taels of silver to buy a horse and set off for Hengjiang County.

He kept thinking about Zhou Liang the whole way, and the more he thought about it, the more chills ran down his spine.

Mo Wentian's hundred strokes of the cane were not just a punishment, but also a warning.

Zhou Liang was a smart man; he would not make any further moves until the storm had passed.

But this time it was tantamount to breaking ties with Zhou Liang.

Hong Lang recalled Zhou Liang's smile, a smile like a thorn stuck in his heart, impossible to pull out.

He didn't know how Zhou Liang would deal with him.

On the surface, Zhou Liang dared not act recklessly again. Mo Wentian was not blind, and Tianmu County was not Zhou Liang's personal domain.

But what about behind the scenes?

"Sigh, Huang Tianjiao, Du Lei, Zhou Liang... how come there's another problem!"

Upon returning to Hengjiang County, Hong Lang immediately went into seclusion.

After refining all ten Blood Essence Pills, Hong Lang's cultivation reached the Great Perfection of the Marrow Cleansing Realm.

We can extract entries again!

[The Martial Arts of Immortality]

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

"Start drawing!"

The light surged, and the dazzling gold poured out like a flood, illuminating the space of consciousness as if it were daytime.

[Acquired entry: Invulnerable to Evil Spirits (Gold)]

[Immune to Evil Spirits (Metal): It is difficult for evil forces to possess the body, and it has great resistance to mental attacks.]

Hong Lang clenched his fist, and a slow grin spread across his face.

This means that he no longer needs to fear those opponents who rely on bewitching and charm!

What kind of ghostly illusion magic is that? Anyone who dares to pounce on him is like throwing a meat bun to a dog—it's a one-way trip.

If you encounter evil spirits again, you can easily resolve the situation and won't be controlled by them like last time.

Then Hong Lang opened the panel.

Name: Hong Lang

[Cultivation Level: Great Perfection of the Marrow Cleansing Realm]

[Entries: Flawless (Color), Vigorous and Fierce (Gold), Exceptional Comprehension (Gold), Impervious to Evil (Gold), Exceptional Eyesight (Purple), Exceptional Hearing (Green), Swift as the Wind (White), Cold Resistance (White)]

[Next draw progress: 8%]

[Martial arts points: 0]

"I'm getting more and more entries. What will it be like when I have twenty or thirty entries?"

Hong Lang shook his head, stood up, and stretched his limbs.

The internal organs and meridians have been refined, and the flow of qi and blood has become smoother, making the body at least 30% stronger than before the seclusion.

Hong Lang licked his lips and suddenly felt like drinking.

But he suppressed the impulse, got up, and pushed open the door to leave.

As soon as the door opened, a cold draft rushed in.

A servant immediately came over: "Young master, there is a man named Cao Jin waiting for you."

Hong Lang walked into the living room, where Cao Jin was sitting.

He crossed his legs, a happy look on his face, and when he saw Hong Lang come in, he immediately stood up and strode over to greet him.

"Brother Hong, good news!"

"What good news?" Hong Lang was taken aback.

"The Taixu Sect and those arrogant Taoist priests from the Chunyang Sect are fighting!"

The Chunyang Sect is even more prestigious than the Taixu Sect, and is one of the two major sects of Taoism.

Its founder also accidentally obtained the first move of the "Nine Swords of Creation" called "The Beginning of Heaven and Earth", which led to the creation of the "Primordial Pure Yang Sword", a sword technique that directly leads to the realm of martial saints and can help one attain the Primordial Pure Yang Holy Body.

The Chunyang Sect has been established for three thousand years. All the sect leaders have used "Chunyang" as their title. All the disciples in the sect practice Chunyang techniques, which are extremely powerful and fierce, and are used to defeat evil spirits and demons.

Its mountain gate stands on Jinwu Peak of Yangmang Mountain Range, bathed in scorching sun and fierce winds all year round. At the top of the peak is a Pure Yang Golden Hall, cast with ten thousand catties of red copper, which reflects golden light at noon and can be seen for hundreds of miles around.

The Chunyang Sect is extremely strict in accepting disciples, only accepting those with exceptional aptitude and a purely yang nature.

The disciples are clearly divided into generations: those who enter for the first time are called "Pure Yang Disciples", those who cultivate to a minor level can be promoted to "Pure Yang Outer Sect", and those who go up further are "Pure Yang Inner Sect".

The most elite core disciples are known as the "Pure Yang True Disciples," and there are said to be no more than ten of them, each of whom has the strength to fight beyond their level.

What makes the Chunyang Sect most feared is a secret technique called Chunyang Burning Heaven.

It is said that this technique requires sacrificing one's own lifespan to activate the pure yang fire within the body, unleashing combat power far exceeding previous levels in a short period of time.

Because of this trump card, although the Chunyang Sect acts domineeringly, very few people dare to directly provoke them.

Now, this colossal creature, perched in the Yangmang Mountains, is actually waging war against the Taixu Sect head-on, which is clearly no ordinary contest of pride.

"Please explain in detail."

Cao Jin continued, "I don't know the specifics, but anyway, a Martial Saint's Secret Realm was discovered in this no-man's-land!"