Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

The woman in white was still sitting there, her back ramrod straight, in the exact same posture as before.

The carnage that had just taken place in the hall did not affect her in any way.

Hong Lang frowned. Even a martial artist at the Qi Refining Realm couldn't withstand the Hidden Dragon's attack. This woman clearly had no martial arts cultivation, so how could she still be awake?

Pu Xi noticed it too, so she stepped forward and waved her hand in front of the woman's eyes.

The woman in white still did not react.

"Interesting," Pu Xi tilted her head, "Hong Lang... could you bring her along?"

Hong Lang glanced at her with some surprise.

From the moment they met in the dilapidated temple until now, his impression of this witch from the Yin Cult has always been that she is lazy and doesn't care about anything.

She wouldn't even blink an eye at murder and arson, but to think of saving lives... that's not like her at all.

"When did you become so kind?" Hong Lang asked.

Pu Xi didn't answer immediately. After a few moments of silence, she spoke: "She's somewhat similar to me in the past."

Hong Lang didn't ask any more questions. He walked to the corner of the hall, picked up a burlap sack, and put the woman into it. The woman still didn't react.

"Zhu Dachang," Hong Lang called out.

The pig demon peeked out from behind the low table, its face filled with terror, its entire body trembling with fat.

It just witnessed the whole thing.

Eleven centurions and one man, Master Huang, who had just reached the threshold of Qi Gathering, were slaughtered by Hong Lang like chickens.

The way it looks at Honglang now is like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Coming...coming..." Zhu Dachang scrambled over, his legs trembling. "Master...what are your orders..."

Hong Lang handed over the sack: "Carry it."

Zhu Dachang's mouth trembled twice, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and obediently hoisted the sack onto his shoulder.

It was quiet inside the sack; there was no struggle, not even a sound.

The woman seemed to be used to being treated this way. Being stuffed into a sack and carried away, or being tied up and pushed with ropes, probably made no difference to her.

Pu Xi changed her appearance again, and her extremely ordinary face returned.

As Hong Lang and his two companions walked out, the lizard-headed man glanced at the sack on Zhu Dachang's shoulder and the large bundle on Hong Lang's back, a hint of suspicion flashing in his vertical pupils: "What's that?"

"Ugly woman," Hong Lang replied without changing his expression, "Third Master Huang thought this woman was too ugly and sent us to deal with her."

The lizard-headed man saw that the sack was bulging and looked like it contained a person. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately let them pass.

In the Bone Plains, those who meddle in other people's business die the fastest.

Once outside the village gate, the three mounted their horses and galloped away.

……

The next morning.

The lizard-headed creature stood at the entrance of the village, its vertical pupils reflecting the empty stone path.

Not right.

He has been the head of the guards in this cozy place for three years, and in those three years, the Beauty Appreciation Club has never been so quiet.

The centurions would never stop drinking when they got together, not until the sun was high in the sky.

The shouts of people playing drinking games and the vulgar laughter of people hugging women could continue from nightfall until noon the next day.

But now, half an hour into the morning light, there's still no movement from the main hall.

It was as quiet as a grave.

"You, you, and you." The lizard-headed man raised his claws and pointed at three guards. "Come in with me and take a look."

The four demons walked along the stone path towards the main hall.

As he drew closer, the lizard-headed man caught a scent, a scent he had smelled countless times on this Bone Plain, a scent he knew all too well.

The strong, overwhelming smell of blood.

The lizard-headed figure paused for a moment, then quickened its pace.

He pushed open the door of the main hall, and the morning light poured in through the open door, illuminating everything inside.

Eleven headless corpses.

"Men!" the lizard-headed man's voice was urgent. "Move out! Bring those three bastards, Zhu Dachang, back to me! Dead or alive! Report to Captain Yu immediately!!"

Twelve centurions died overnight; he can't take the blame for that.

……

Hong Lang's side, the four men returned to the cave to retrieve their weapons and then traveled dozens of miles north.

He glanced back; there were no pursuers, but this did not make him lower his guard.

Most of the monsters on the White Bone Plain have extraordinary sensory abilities; some can even track their prey by scent.

Zhu Dachang, that pig, has quite a strong odor.

"How long has it been since you last took a shower?" Hong Lang suddenly asked.

Zhu Dachang was taken aback, his pig nose twitched twice, and he said somewhat embarrassedly, "I...I don't quite remember, maybe...two or three years?"

Pu Xi silently moved half a zhang to the side.

Hong Lang took a deep breath and resisted the urge to stab the pig to death with his halberd.

"Is there a water source ahead?" he asked.

Zhu Dachang thought for a moment and said, "Yes, go about twenty li to the north, there is a pool of water, not big, but enough."

"lead the way."

Before the four reached the pool, they heard the rapid sound of horses' hooves behind them.

The pursuers arrived earlier than Hong Lang had anticipated.

Hong Lang looked back and saw a group of people appearing on the southern horizon.

There were about seven or eight riders, moving at an extremely fast speed.

The lead rider was tall and wore a dark red cloak.

They were too far away to see his face clearly, but his aura could be felt from a distance; he was a martial artist at the Qi Gathering Realm.

"There's no escape."

Hong Lang reined in his horse and scanned the surroundings. The land was flat and there was no terrain to hide in or defend.

Being chased by a group of cavalry in open terrain, running away is the most foolish choice; you can't outrun a horse, and you certainly can't outrun a man.

"Then let's fight." Hong Lang turned his horse around, facing south.

Zhu Dachang's face had turned pale, though it was already pale to begin with, but now it was ashen.

"Gathering...Gathering Qi Realm?" Its voice trembled. "Master, can you defeat someone at the Gathering Qi Realm?"

"I can't beat them." Hong Lang's answer was quite frank.

Zhu Dachang nearly fell off his horse: "Then...then you still said you wanted to fight?"

"If you can't escape and you can't beat them, what should you do?" Hong Lang asked rhetorically.

Zhu Dachang opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Hong Lang ignored it and focused his attention on the approaching group of pursuers.

The lead rider's outline was now clear; he was a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and large eyes, and he looked rather upright. He must be Yu Huai'an.

He reined in the reins thirty paces away from Honglang, and the seven guards behind him stopped in unison.

"Zhu Dachang, did you kill those twelve centurions in Anlewo?"

Zhu Dachang trembled and hurriedly shook his head: "No...it wasn't me! It was...it was..."

It wanted to say "it was him," but swallowed the words back.

Because it was uncertain whether it could survive after revealing the flood.

The middle-aged man didn't wait for its reply; instead, he turned his gaze to the raging torrent.

"You've reached the Great Perfection of the Marrow Cleansing Realm and killed twelve of my centurions at the Meridian Opening Realm. How did you manage that?"