Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

The Martial Saint's Secret Realm.

Hong Lang understood the weight of those four words better than Cao Jin did.

Even prominent figures who have broken through to the Profound Realm would flock to it.

The so-called Martial Saint's Secret Realm is not a naturally formed blessed land, but an independent space formed by the condensation of the Martial Saint's lifelong cultivation and martial will after his death.

A martial saint, after hundreds of years of arduous cultivation, forging his physical body and blood to the limits of humanity, will not immediately dissipate his immense power upon his death. Instead, he will create a small world in the void that exists between reality and illusion.

This small world is the secret realm.

Within the secret realm, the martial arts insights, techniques, and even some of the primordial energy of heaven and earth that the Martial Saint possessed during his lifetime remain.

Even more precious is that the physical body of a Martial Saint often transforms into a "Sacred Remains" at the core of a secret realm. The Sacred Remains are surrounded by Saint-level Daoist rhymes. If one can comprehend them up close, it is tantamount to opening the door to a higher realm for a powerful cultivator in the Breaking Profound Realm.

However, the secret realm is not a benevolent place.

The Martial Saint's obsession, resentment, and killing intent before his death will transform into the "Sacred Might Restriction" that permeates the secret realm.

Martial artists who stray into this place may have their souls crushed by the holy might, leaving not even a trace of their bodies.

Therefore, every time the Martial Saint's Secret Realm appears, it is a bloody and violent feast. Major sects come out in full force, and martial artists from all walks of life risk their lives to seize this opportunity. However, only one in ten can truly survive.

Even so, each appearance of the secret realm still drives martial artists across the land into a frenzy.

Because everyone knows that the Martial Saint's Secret Realm is the most direct shortcut between the mortal world and the legends.

"Was the fighting fierce?"

"Damn it!" Cao Jin slapped his thigh. "I heard that a lot of people have died on both sides. It seems that the Taixu Sect lost an elder. Now neither side is backing down."

Hong Lang's eyes flickered; he wasn't concerned about who owned the secret realm, but rather about another person.

Where is Du Lei?

Cao Jin grinned: "This is the good news I wanted to tell you. Du Lei is an elder's personal disciple. He has to go and see this kind of sect war. A battle at the level of the Martial Saint Secret Realm will last at least three to five months, and may not end for a year or two."

Upon hearing this, Hong Lang felt relieved.

Huang Tianjiao, Du Lei, and Zhou Liang—three Damocles' swords were hanging over their heads. Now, with one less sword, the pressure has lessened somewhat.

Cao Jin took a sip of tea and continued, "I heard that a kind of pill called Qi Mansion Pill has appeared in the secret realm. It is a treasure that can help people condense their Qi Mansion and enter the Qi Gathering Realm."

Hong Lang raised an eyebrow.

He is currently at the peak of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, but there is still a considerable gap between him and the Meridian Opening Realm, and the Qi Gathering Realm is even further away.

Under normal cultivation conditions, it would take at least three years to even touch the threshold of Qi Gathering.

But what if... there were such a pill?

Hong Lang took a deep breath and suppressed the thought.

The level of competition in the Martial Saint Secret Realm is beyond his current ability to get involved in.

Let alone those in the Marrow Cleansing Realm, even those in the Qi Gathering Realm would have a hard time coming out alive.

After seeing Cao Jin off, he stood in the courtyard, silent for a long time.

It's a good thing that Du Lei can't come back for the time being.

But Zhou Liang was still there; that man was still sitting steadily in Longxiang County, waiting for the storm to pass.

Moreover, he is about to break through to the Qi Gathering Realm. Once he does, will Mo Wentian's reputation still be effective?

That's hard to say!

Hong Lang closed his eyes, and the words He Hua had said came to mind: "If one day you can replace Zhou Liang, the prefect won't say anything."

We can't just sit here and wait to die!

Hong Lang clenched his fists.

If you want to quickly improve your cultivation level, there is only one way: you need a large number of Blood Essence Pills.

To obtain a large number of Blood Essence Pills, a large number of Martial Arts Points are required.

Where do martial arts points come from? Only from killing martial artists or demonic beasts.

Within the Great Chu Kingdom, martial artists cannot be killed indiscriminately without cause, but outside the Great Chu Kingdom, the situation is different.

Jinzhou, where Tianmu County is located, is situated in the southern part of the Great Chu Kingdom and borders the Demon Kingdom.

At the border between the two countries, there is a no-man's-land called the White Bone Plain.

There are no laws, no order, and no one to reason with you on the White Bone Plain.

Murder and robbery are commonplace. Today you rob someone, tomorrow you will be robbed. Whoever has the strongest fist is the rule.

But precisely because of this, it is also a paradise for outlaws.

Hong Lang had already made up his mind.

His current cultivation level is at the Great Perfection of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, which would be considered high in Hengjiang County, but in a place like Baiguyuan, he would only be barely qualified to enter.

However, he was confident because with the Great Sun Tathagata Palm in hand, his combat power was far beyond that of ordinary people in the Marrow Cleansing Realm.

Even a martial artist at the Meridian Opening Realm is not without the power to fight. Even if he cannot defeat them, escaping is not difficult.

If you're lucky, you might run into a few lone cultivators at the Marrow Cleansing Realm, or even pick up a few leftovers in the chaos. Accumulating enough martial arts points isn't just wishful thinking.

High risk, high reward; the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish—he understands this better than anyone.

Du Lei can't come back for the time being, but Zhou Liang is getting closer and closer to the Qi Gathering Realm every day. He can't wait, and he doesn't have time to slowly endure it.

Having made up his mind, Hong Lang went straight to Pu Xi's room.

When I opened the door, she was sunbathing, holding a piece of fruit in her hand.

"There's something I want to discuss with you," Hong Lang said bluntly. "I'm going to the White Bone Plain."

"White Bone Plains? Are you insane?"

Seeing that Hong Lang didn't seem to be joking, Pu Xi put down the fruit in her hand: "Even martial artists at the Meridian Opening Realm would have to keep their tails between their legs if they went there. To be honest, you, a Great Perfection Marrow Cleansing Realm cultivator, probably wouldn't even survive a day."

"I know," Hong Lang nodded, and continued, "So I wanted to ask you if you would like to come with me."

Pu Xi narrowed her eyes: "You mean... you're asking me to be your bodyguard?"

"Cooperation," Hong Lang corrected. "Your Yin-Loving Incense is more effective than any other technique in a place like the White Bone Plains. We'll split everything we get 50/50."

Pu Xi leaned back in her chair: "You've certainly got a good plan, sending a weak woman like me to that kind of dangerous place. What if we encounter danger? Are you going to protect me?"

Looking at her languid face, Hong Lang asked, "How much of your strength have you recovered?"

Pu Xi didn't hide anything and said frankly, "I'm almost at the peak of the Marrow Cleansing Realm."

"That's enough. As long as you can release the Yin-Yang Aphrodisiac Incense, leave the rest to me."

Pu Xi snorted and said lazily, "Fine, I'm just killing time anyway. But let me make this clear: if we encounter someone I can't beat, I won't die with you. I'll turn around and run away."

"That's enough."

Hong Lang stood up, calculating the journey in his mind. It would take about a month to travel from Hengjiang County to Baiguyuan at a fast pace.

The round trip takes two months, plus the time spent in the White Bone Plain, so it will take at least three months.

In these three months, Mo Wentian's reputation will hold up, and Zhou Liang will not break through to the Qi Gathering Realm so quickly.

Three months later, he will return with enough martial arts points.

"When do we leave?"

"First thing tomorrow morning."

Pu Xi yawned, looking languid: "Then I'll sleep a little longer tonight. I'm afraid I won't be able to get a good night's sleep once we get to the White Bone Plains."

During dinner, Hong Lang discussed his plans with Qin Jiuzhen and Li Tao'er.

Li Tao'er looked at Hong Lang with her bright, watery eyes and said, "Brother Hong Lang, you have to be careful!"

Pu Xi laughed and said, "Don't worry, Tao'er, your brother A Lang is much stronger than you think."

After spending some time together, Li Tao'er and Pu Xi have become quite familiar with each other.

Qin Jiuzhen looked somewhat worried: "Just from the name, that place doesn't sound like a good place."

Hong Lang took a sip of wine: "Sister Qin, don't worry, with Pu Xi here, this trip is very safe."

As night fell, Hong Lang went to the Tang residence again to say goodbye to Tang Chen.

Hong Lang easily scaled the courtyard wall and landed in front of Tang Chen's yard.

The lights were on inside.

He raised his hand to knock on the door, but the door was pulled open from the inside.

Tang Chen leaned against the door frame, a glass of wine in her hand, smiling as she looked at him.

She was wearing a nightgown, the material so thin it was almost see-through, with the neckline wide open, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage.

The robe's belt was loosely tied in a knot, as if it would come undone with a gentle tug.

The fabric draped down the curves of her body, outlining a full, rounded silhouette.

"You're here?"

"Yes," Hong Lang nodded, "There's something I want to tell you. I'm planning to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Chen grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the house.

The door slammed shut behind me.

Before Hong Lang could even stand up straight, she pushed him back several steps, his back hitting the bedpost.

Tang Chen leaned forward, one hand bracing against the pillar, the other holding a wine glass and drinking it all in one gulp, her beautiful eyes gleaming with a hazy light.

Hong Lang raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder: "Tang Chen, we always end up like this whenever we meet..."

"What?" Tang Chen tilted her head slightly, her breath sweet as orchids. "You don't like me?"

Hong Lang opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Tang Chen leaned down and sealed his lips with hers.

Warm and soft, with the spiciness of strong liquor.

Her body pressed against mine; her pajamas were as thin as cicada wings, barely covering anything.

Hong Lang could clearly feel the temperature of her skin and the intense heat contained within her mature body.

Tang Chen's hand traveled down from Hong Lang's chest.

Hong Lang's mind went blank for a moment. He grabbed Tang Chen's waist and flipped her onto the bed.

Tang Chen was at the prime of her life, a woman in her early thirties, with a fire burning within her that seemed to never be extinguished.

A gust of wind rises outside the window, causing the locust tree branches to tremble wildly.

They were sparring inside, their fighting spirit high.

She rode swiftly, traversing mountains and valleys.

He switched from defense to offense by hanging upside down.

Tang Chen launched a fierce attack, but Hong Lang countered it with equal skill.

The back-and-forth exchanges, the shifts between offense and defense, happen in the blink of an eye.

The bed curtains trembled slightly, and the curtain hooks lightly touched the bedposts, initially like rain pattering on banana leaves, fine and rhythmic.

The trembling gradually intensified, and the sound of the hook hitting the pillar became more and more urgent, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, or horses' hooves treading on ice.

Hong Lang felt himself being swept into a torrent, sometimes as swift as a sudden downpour, sometimes as gentle as a stream.

Tang Chen's voice reached his ears intermittently, like a cat that had stolen some fish.

Hong Lang's breathing grew heavier, and his hands gripping her waist tightened, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

The room was in turmoil, and the bedposts creaked.

The ground shook violently, and the tent hooks jingled incessantly.

The bed board finally cracked.

But the two were in a critical situation and couldn't pay attention to either of them.

The cracking sound seemed to be the beginning, followed by a second and a third, each one more muffled and more piercing than the last.

The curtain hooks banged wildly against the bedposts, clanging and tinkling like the tolling of bells and chimes.

Tang Chen paused slightly and looked down at him.

Hong Lang looked up at her.

Their eyes met, and they both realized something, but neither of them showed any intention of stopping.

The fiercer the offensive, the more intense the battle.

A fierce storm swept through, destroying everything in its path.

The bed finally gave way and made a loud noise.

The entire bed collapsed with a crash, the bed frame broke, and the bedposts tilted.

The two remained oblivious.

The battle continued amidst the collapsed wooden frames.

The sky is my blanket, the earth is my mat.

The war will never end, the struggle will never cease.