Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

"It's a pity that the corpse of a demon is not very useful. If it were a demon beast, it could be a delicious meal. I brought several kinds of seasonings," Hong Lang said regretfully.

Pu Xi clicked his tongue: "Most of the creatures on this White Bone Plain are humanoid demons who came from the Demon Kingdom; it's probably very difficult to see any demonic beasts."

Hong Lang crouched down and began rummaging through the monster's leather armor. He used his short blade to pry open the ropes and poured the contents onto the red soil.

A few pieces of silver and a black iron token.

The token is about the size of a palm, with one word engraved on the front: White.

Hong Lang looked at it from all angles.

The monster's clothes were tattered and shabby, making it seem like a character of some importance, but the material and craftsmanship of the token were unlike anything that ordinary bandits could possess.

"White?" Pu Xi leaned closer and glanced at it. "The white of White Bone Plain, or some other kind of white?"

Hong Lang put the token into his pocket: "No matter which Bai it is, there should be more than one person who can afford to use this token."

The Bone Plains became even more eerie at night than during the day.

Hong Lang built a fire behind a sheltered earthen slope. He took out a few pieces of dried meat from his bundle, skewered them on a branch, and slowly roasted them by the fire.

Pu Xi, wrapped in a cloak, leaned against the earthen slope, drinking from a water bag in his hands. His unremarkable face appeared even more pale in the firelight.

She glanced at the sizzling, oily jerky and suddenly asked, "How many kinds of seasonings did you bring?"

"Five kinds." Hong Lang turned the dried meat over. "Salt, cumin, chili powder, Sichuan peppercorn powder, and a small packet of secret sauce that I smuggled from the restaurant."

Pu Xi's lips twitched slightly: "...You're certainly well-prepared."

"When you're out in the world, you can lose anything but your stomach." Hong Lang smiled slightly.

The night wind swept across the wilderness, carrying the lingering fishy smell of the day, and occasionally a few sounds, whether the howl of the wind or the roar of a beast, could be heard in the distance.

Hong Lang handed the roasted jerky to Pu Xi, when he suddenly heard footsteps.

It was heavy, very heavy, and there was heavy breathing, panting and wheezing, like a bellows leaking air.

There is an entry for "extraordinary hearing," and Hong Lang heard it all clearly.

Pu Xi had obviously heard it too, and she sighed lazily, "Can't even eat in peace."

Hong Lang pressed down on his halberd, his gaze fixed on the darkness beyond the firelight.

A massive black shadow emerged from the night.

By the light of the fire, Hong Lang could make out the appearance of the newcomer. It was a pig demon, much larger than the demon he had encountered during the day, and covered in black bristles.

Its head is a complete wild boar head, with tusks protruding from the sides of its upturned lips.

He was wearing a piece of clothing that had been pulled off some unlucky guy, stretched taut and almost to the point of tearing, and a spiked club hung from his waist.

The pig demon stopped at the edge of the fire, narrowed its two small eyes, and stared at the jerky roasting over the fire, its nostrils twitching twice.

"Human flesh?" it asked, its voice deep and resonant, like two stones rubbing against each other.

"Pork," Hong Lang replied without changing his expression.

The pig demon paused for a moment, then let out a low laugh: "You human, you're quite interesting, but I, the old pig, don't fall for that!"

It took a step forward.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I don't want to use my knife... uh, no, I don't want to use my invincible club!" The pig demon patted the spiked club at his waist. "Leave all the food and drink behind, and then get out of here. I'll count to three. If you don't leave, you'll become my breakfast tomorrow."

"Three!" the pig demon began to count.

Hong Lang found it somewhat amusing; he wondered where this pig demon had learned this trick from.

"two!"

Pu Xi shook his sleeves.

"one!"

As soon as the pig demon finished counting, it smelled a strange odor.

It has smelled many smells in its life: the smell of blood, the smell of rotting flesh, the smell of soil, and the pungent odor of its own kind that can never be washed off.

But the smell that was wafting into its nostrils was one it had never smelled before.

Its nose twitched twice, and its pupils suddenly dilated and then contracted.

The pig demon swayed, but it did not fall to the ground immediately.

"this……"

It wanted to speak, but its tongue wouldn't obey it.

The smell was like countless tiny needles, piercing into every inch of its skin and every muscle.

It shook its head violently, letting out a muffled roar: "You...you all..."

The hidden beetle had already burrowed into its body. It staggered forward two steps and collapsed to the ground.

However, unlike the monster during the day, it did not completely faint; it was still muttering something incoherently from its pig mouth.

Honglang's halberd was pressed against the pig demon's neck, and the pig demon trembled violently: "No...don't kill me!"

It tried its best to make its voice sound as sincere as possible: "Spare my life... I'll give you everything I own!"

"Family assets?" Pu Xi leaned closer with interest. "What kind of family assets could a stupid pig like you have?"

The pig demon's nose was snorting as he hurriedly said, "I...I'm not a stupid pig! I've been in the White Bone Plains for over ten years...and I've accumulated a lot of good stuff! It's all hidden in my cave!"

Pu Xi tilted her head, seemingly considering the feasibility of the suggestion.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"I...I don't have a name, they all call me Zhu Dachang."

"Zhu Dachang? That's the name your parents gave you?"

"My mother named it," the pig demon answered honestly.

Pu Xi smiled and said to Hong Lang, "Don't kill them yet. Let him lead the way and see what happens. If they dare to try anything..."

She looked down at the pig demon, her voice as gentle as if she were coaxing a child, but her words made the pig demon shudder: "I'll turn you into a roast suckling pig, and your spiked club will be perfect as a roasting fork."

Pu Xi threw the antidote into the pig's mouth, and Zhu Dachang swallowed it with a gulp. After a moment, he returned to normal.

It stood up and nodded repeatedly, its big head bobbing like it was pounding garlic: "No, no! I, Old Pig, am the most honest of all!"

Hong Lang then asked Zhu Dachang some questions about the White Bone Plain.

In order to save his life, Zhu Dachang answered every question.

Hong Lang learned from him that the entire White Bone Plain was occupied by eight Martial Saint-level powerhouses, known as the Eight Kings. Each of them had nine marshals, each marshal had ten generals, and each general had ten commanders.

Each commander had ten captains under his command.

Hong Lang is currently in the territory of the King of Ten Thousand Poisons. This area, spanning hundreds of miles, is the domain of a captain named Yu Huai'an, a martial artist at the Qi Gathering Realm.

"I came to White Bone Plains to kill. Do you know any way to kill a lot of people at once?"

Zhu Dachang paused for a moment, then exhaled two puffs of hot air from his pig nose, as if he were seriously considering the seriousness of the problem.

Its fangs twitched: "There are... Captain Yu has twelve centurions under his command, all of whom are at the Meridian Opening Realm. In ten days, they will hold a beauty appreciation party, and all twelve centurions will be present."