Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

"You did it...you bitch..." His voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, each word extremely difficult to utter.

Pu Xi took a small step back. Just as she had expected, this Third Master Huang had already reached the threshold of the Qi Gathering Realm.

Although the Hidden Beetle could make him dizzy, it could not completely take away his consciousness.

It's like pouring strong liquor into the stomach of someone with a high alcohol tolerance; they're drunk, but not to the point of being unconscious.

Master Huang swayed as he stood still, a ruthless glint flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

He had lived for over sixty years, spending half his life struggling in the White Bone Plain. What kind of insidious methods hadn't he seen?

Although the poison is potent, it's still not enough to bring him down.

"You little bitch, do you think this lowly thing can take my life? I..." He gritted his teeth and drew a short knife from his waist.

Before he could finish speaking, Hong Lang pushed off with his feet and flashed in front of him.

Without any unnecessary movements, Hong Lang raised his right hand, palm facing forward.

The palm of the Great Sun Tathagata shines with immeasurable light!

In that instant, Master Huang saw something strange: light.

A light emanated from within Honglang's palm, a thin layer of light, like a piece of melted glass covering his palm.

But that sliver of light caused Master Huang's pupils to shrink to pinpoints.

He had lived for over sixty years, spending half his life struggling in the White Bone Plains. He had seen countless experts, including those at the Qi Gathering Realm and the True Qi Condensation Realm. He even had the good fortune to see a marshal under the Ten Thousand Poisons King from afar once.

But he had never seen such a palm technique before; the light seemed to "grow" from Hong Lang's palm.

Master Huang tried to dodge, but his body felt as if it were nailed to the ground, and suddenly everything went dark.

The moment the light shone on him, he felt as if he were being gripped by an invisible hand, and every joint felt like it was rusted.

Hong Lang placed his palm on Master Huang's chest.

Master Huang froze, his eyes wide open as if something was burning inside him.

Starting from his chest, a beam of light spread along his meridians to his limbs.

He wanted to shout, but couldn't; he wanted to run, but couldn't move.

The light devoured every dark corner of his body, like the blazing sun shining into a bottomless dry well.

Huang Sanye could hear a faint hissing sound coming from inside his body, like oil falling into a boiling pot.

His gold teeth began to burn, and the threshold of the Qi Gathering Realm that he had finally managed to reach crumbled like a sand dune under the scouring of that light.

His body began to tremble, like a withered leaf curled up under the scorching sun.

Pu Xi watched as Huang Sanye's face changed from ferocity to bewilderment, from bewilderment to fear, and finally settled on an expression she had never seen before.

That's not pain; it's the expression of someone who has lived a whole life and suddenly realizes they are nothing.

Hong Lang withdrew his hand, and the light faded from his palm, like the tide receding into the sea.

A notification popped up simultaneously: [Killed a martial artist at the peak of the Meridian Opening Realm, gained 210 Martial Arts Points]

Hong Lang slowly withdrew his palm, and the sliver of light in his palm, like the receding tide, dissipated into his flesh and blood.

In the past, after delivering that palm strike, he wouldn't be able to lift his entire right arm for two or three hours.

And now... apart from some soreness and numbness, there's not much of an impact.

All of this is thanks to the phrase "extraordinary comprehension," which greatly deepened his understanding of the Vairocana Buddha Palm.

Pu Xi's eyelashes trembled.

The languid look deep in her eyes froze in that instant.

She has seen too many incredible things.

She had seen those old monsters in the Yin Cult, who could turn the world upside down with a flick of their wrist, shatter mountains with a single palm strike, and cleave rivers with a single sword strike.

Although most of her cultivation has disappeared, her perspective remains. There are very few things in this world that can truly surprise her.

But at this moment, her gaze fell on Huang Sanye's still-standing corpse, and on Hong Lang's slowly withdrawing hand, and her mind went blank for a moment.

The Great Completion of the Marrow Cleansing Realm is more than a whole major realm above the Perfection of the Meridian Opening Realm.

In a place like the White Bone Plains, the difference between the Marrow Cleansing Realm and the Meridian Opening Realm is not a difference in "strength" or "weakness," but a difference in "life or death."

Hong Lang killed it with a single palm strike.

Before Pu Xi could even react, Hong Lang had already bent down and picked up Master Huang's dagger.

He walked up to the nearest centurion, the very same minotaur who had been the first to fall.

Niu Tou lay slumped on the table, sleeping soundly like a dead pig, completely unaware that his end was near.

Hong Lang pressed down on the bull-headed monster's head with his left hand, while his right hand held a short knife against its neck, the blade cutting into the gaps between the bones.

With a swift movement, the knife fell with a crisp "crack," like splitting open a frozen watermelon.

Blood gushed from the severed neck, splashing onto Hong Lang's boots.

The stench of blood in the hall suddenly intensified, overpowering the smells of wine and perfume.

A notification popped up: [Killed a beginner martial artist in the Meridian Opening Realm, gained 150 Martial Arts Points.]

Pu Xi stood still, her gaze following Hong Lang's figure.

Her expression was somewhat subtle.

It wasn't because of murder; she had seen scenes a hundred times more cruel than this. Any one of the tortures of the Yin Cult was far more "refined" than beheading.

What struck her as odd was the way Hong Lang did it.

Clean and efficient, without any unnecessary movements or even any emotion.

He wasn't "killing" people; he was "reaping" them.

Like an old farmer walking into a wheat field with a sickle, bending down, swinging the sickle, each strike landing precisely in the same spot.

Such composure shouldn't be present in a Marrow Cleansing Realm martial artist who's just arrived in the White Bone Plains for the first time.

Unless... he was born to do this job.

The second, the third, the fourth...

Hong Lang's movements became faster and faster, and a notification would pop up with each strike.

[Defeat a martial artist at the Lesser Completion stage of the Meridian Opening Realm, gain 170 Martial Arts Points.]

[Defeat a martial artist at the Great Perfection of the Meridian Opening Realm and gain 190 Martial Arts Points.]

……

He didn't even spare the two guards at the gate.

As the last head fell to the ground, Hong Lang straightened up and exhaled a long breath.

A total of 2,280 martial arts points.

Based on the calculation that one Blood Essence Pill is worth fifty martial arts points, it can be exchanged for a total of forty-five pills.

It's enough for him to advance from the Great Perfection of the Marrow Cleansing Realm to the Perfection of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, and he might even be able to touch the threshold of the Meridian Opening Realm.

Hong Lang's gaze swept across the entire hall, which was in complete disarray.

Eleven headless corpses lay sprawled on the ground, blood flowing from their severed necks, forming dark red streams.

Hong Lang squatted beside the corpses of those monsters, piling up the looted valuables.

He wrapped the items in cloth, weighed them, and estimated they weighed at least a hundred pounds.

Hong Lang's gaze swept over the women who had been brought in as "goods," who were now lying on the ground.

The Hidden Beetles put them into a deep sleep, but one woman remained awake.