Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

The hall became lively again, with the centurions toasting each other and laughing loudly.

The women, treated like merchandise, were led to a row of low stools on the side of the hall to sit down and wait to be "appraised".

Hong Lang's gaze fell on the woman in white.

She sat on the far side, a person's distance from the other women, her back ramrod straight, her hands on her knees, perfectly proper, as if she were following some rule ingrained in her very being.

But her eyes remained empty, as if her soul had been ripped out.

Pu Xi suddenly whispered, "She's just like I used to be."

Hong Lang glanced at her sideways.

Pu Xi didn't explain, but simply picked up the wine bowl in front of her, took a sip, and subtly gave Hong Lang a wink.

Hong Lang understood immediately.

The atmosphere inside the hall grew increasingly heated. The centurions, their faces flushed from drinking, were already embracing the enchantresses beside them and beginning to grope them.

Jackal Head stood up, raised his wine bowl, and shouted, "Brothers! In a few days, the Captain will be coming to our haven! When he arrives, we'll send these beauties to him, and if he's pleased, he'll surely reward us handsomely!"

"That's right!" the centurions all raised their bowls in agreement.

"Come on! Drink!"

The sounds of bowls clashing, wine spilling, and boisterous laughter and curses mingled together, making the entire hall sound like a pot of boiling porridge.

Pu Xi leaned close to Hong Lang's ear: "That Third Master Huang has probably reached the threshold of the Qi Gathering Realm. The sleeping potion will at most make him dizzy and disoriented, but it won't render him incapacitated. Are you confident?"

"Yes," Hong Lang replied succinctly.

Pu Xi was very curious about what Hong Lang's trump card was.

The jackal-headed man downed another bowl of wine, wiped his mouth, and suddenly remembered something. His gaze swept towards the corner of the hall: "Hey, where's that pig? Wasn't it supposed to be offered as a concubine? Where is she?"

Zhu Dachang shuddered, his obese body shrinking even more.

Hong Lang stood up.

He walked unhurriedly to the center of the hall, stopped in front of the jackal-headed man, clasped his hands and said, "Eighth Master, I am here to present a beauty on behalf of Zhu Dachang."

"You?" The jackal-headed man narrowed his eyes, sizing up Hong Lang. "What beauties do you, a mere human at the Marrow Cleansing Realm, have to offer?"

Hong Lang smiled slightly and turned to look at Pu Xi.

Pu Xi stood up, lowered her head, and walked to the center of the hall. After she stopped, she slowly raised her hand and gently wiped her face.

The facial features are as if touched by an invisible hand, the contours of the bones, the texture of the skin, everything is being silently reshaped.

The unremarkable face faded, revealing a face that could silence the entire hall.

Those peach blossom eyes were slightly upturned, and their allure was captivating, yet they also carried an inexplicable languor, like a cat that had just woken up.

And in the lower left corner of these eyes, there is a cinnabar beauty mark.

The beauty mark under her eye trembled slightly as she blinked. Her eyes, which should have been cool and aloof, were given a touch of alluring charm by the beauty mark.

Her breasts were full and ample, like two ripe peaches held up by a thin fabric, rising and falling slightly with her breath, outlining a rounded curve.

The curve stretched the hem of the garment taut, as if it would break free with the slightest effort, yet it held it in place perfectly, sparking the imagination.

With each step she took, the two jade rabbits swayed slightly, like gentle waves rippling across a lake.

Her waist was incredibly slender, small enough to be encircled by two hands, and her pert buttocks, round and firm like the flesh of a ripe melon, created a breathtaking curve.

Her legs were like jade pillars carved from jade, well-proportioned and fleshy. As she walked, the hem of her skirt opened and closed, vaguely revealing her delicate, almost transparent thighs.

This figure seems to have been born specifically to bewitch and captivate.

The wine bowl in the jackal's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," splashing wine all over his trouser leg, but he didn't even notice.

The eagle-headed demon finally spoke, its voice a few decibels lower than usual: "Who are you, kid? You're willing to offer up such top-quality goods?"

Hong Lang clasped his hands and said, "I am just an unknown nobody who came to White Bone Plain to beg for a living. I heard that you, Captain, are fond of beautiful women, so I am offering this woman to you. I do not ask for any reward, but only for a job under your command."

"Looking for a job?" The eagle-headed demon narrowed its eyes. "You, a mere Marrow Cleansing Realm cultivator, want to be a centurion?"

"I wouldn't dare," Hong Lang said neither humbly nor arrogantly. "I'd be content to be a mere pawn."

The jackal-headed man waved his hand dismissively: "That's easy! As long as you're happy, Captain, I'll give you anything, from a foot soldier to a centurion!"

He turned his head and called out towards the outside of the hall, "Someone! Invite our distinguished guest to the seat of honor!"

The guards hurriedly brought over a table and a chair, placing them closest to the head of the table.

Hong Lang thanked him and led Pu Xi to sit down.

Zhu Dachang huddled in the corner, his pig-like face covered in cold sweat, his two small eyes darting around, seemingly lost in thought.

The banquet continued, but the atmosphere had changed.

The centurions' attention was all focused on Pu Xi.

The jackal-headed man approached, carrying a wine bowl, and looked at Pu Xi with a smile: "What's your name, young lady?"

"Pu..." Pu Xi paused, her eyes darting around, "Pu grass."

"Push Grass? What a nice name! Simple and unpretentious!" Jackal Head laughed heartily, handing over the wine bowl. "Come, have a drink with Eighth Master!"

Pu Xi took the wine bowl and took a sip.

Jackal Head laughed with satisfaction, then turned and returned to his seat.

The centurions had drunk too much, and several of them were already swaying. Even the jackal-headed and eagle-headed monsters, though not drunk, were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol.

No one noticed that tiny, almost invisible insects were flying out of Pu Xi's body.

The hall was already filled with the aroma of wine and meat, which further minimized the presence of the hidden worms.

The first to react was a centurion who was closest to Pu Xi.

It was a monster with a bull's head, who was holding a bowl of wine and pouring it into his mouth when he suddenly stopped and spilled half of the wine out of the bowl.

He shook his head, blinked his bull-like eyes as if he wanted to say something, but his tongue seemed to be tied in knots, and he only managed to utter a muffled "uh".

Then, his body began to lean to the side.

"Old Niu? What's wrong with you?" The centurion next to him gave him a push.

The bull-headed monster did not respond. It collapsed onto the table with a thud, and the wine bowl fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

The centurion was stunned for a moment, and was about to stand up when he suddenly felt dizzy. The candlelight in front of him turned into countless points of light, dancing in his field of vision like fireflies on a summer night.

"It's...it's poisonous..." he uttered these words before collapsing to the ground.

Chaos broke out inside the hall, and one centurion after another fell.

The Hidden Beetle doesn't cause pain or struggle; it gently drags your consciousness into the abyss, like a mother lulling her child to sleep, making you lose consciousness without you even realizing it.

Apart from Master Huang, all eleven centurions in the hall, along with the jackal-headed and eagle-headed demons, had fallen.

They lay sprawled on the ground, like a group of drunken, dead pigs.

Even a martial artist at the peak of the Qi-Yin-Drinking Incense cannot withstand the effects of this incense.

But Master Huang was still standing, though he was not standing very steadily.

He gritted his two gold teeth, staring intently at Pu Xi.