Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

Hong Lang left the city and rode his horse along the official road.

He came carrying two heavy bags, but left with only a pot of osmanthus wine. His gait was light and quick, and his hooves clattered.

Hong Lang uncorked the gourd and took a sip of osmanthus wine.

There was a bit too much osmanthus, making it cloyingly sweet. The winemaker probably wanted to stuff autumn into this gourd.

He smacked his lips and took another sip.

The second sip, the sweetness wasn't so overpowering anymore, and a slight alcoholic kick slowly rose on the tip of my tongue, followed by a faint floral fragrance.

It's not bad... at all.

Hong Lang stuffed the gourd back in, squeezed the horse's belly with his legs, and Hongzao quickened his pace.

Darkness fell quickly, and Hongzao sped up her run. Just as Honglang was thinking about what to eat later, he suddenly felt Hongzao's body sink beneath him...

Hiss!

With a long neigh, Hongzao's front hooves suddenly lurched forward, causing the horse to tumble forward!

Tripwire!

Hong Lang's body reacted before his mind could process those three words.

He braced his feet against the stirrups, slapped the horse's back with both hands, and soared into the air.

The purple robe unfurled in the darkness, fluttering in the wind.

At the same time, the massive jujube fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud, raising a cloud of dust.

The beast was thick-skinned and tough, and surprisingly, it wasn't seriously injured after the fall. It kicked its hooves wildly, struggling to get up from the ground, panting heavily, clearly very angry.

Hong Lang twisted his body in mid-air, glancing to both sides.

In the dark woods, a thick rope could be vaguely seen lying across the official road, taut and straight, with both ends tied to large trees beside the road.

If this had happened to an ordinary horse, it would have suffered a broken foreleg. Even a skilled martial artist would have been thrown off balance and left dazed and confused if caught off guard.

But red dates are no ordinary horse.

Its skin, flesh, muscles, and bones were incredibly strong. If it had been any other horse, its front leg would have broken from that stumble, but it only staggered.

But Hong Lang had no time to feel fortunate, because he heard a voice.

call out!

A sharp, piercing sound.

The sound came so fast that the thing was already right in front of him just as his ears caught it.

With nowhere to gain leverage in mid-air, the raging torrent could only twist its body with a desperate effort.

The arrowhead grazed past his shoulder, tearing his purple robe with a ripping sound, and a burning pain shot through his skin.

When Honglang landed, he covered his right shoulder with his left hand, and his fingertips touched a shallow wound that ran diagonally from his left shoulder to his upper arm.

He took a deep breath, looked up, and before he could see clearly, the sound of something cutting through the air arrived.

call out!call out!call out!

The three arrows left the bow almost simultaneously, but came from three directions—upper, middle, and lower—blocking his space to move left and right.

Without thinking, he stomped his feet hard on the ground, his body arching backward until he was almost touching the ground.

The first arrow grazed the tip of his nose, the gust of air it created stinging his cheek.

The second arrow grazed an inch above his abdomen, tearing another hole in his purple robe.

The third arrow was the lowest, heading straight for his lower abdomen.

Hong Lang slapped the ground with his left palm, shifted his body half a foot to the side, and the arrowhead pierced the ground beside him, penetrating three inches into the soil, the arrow tail humming and vibrating.

All three arrows were dodged.

Hong Lang sprang back to his feet with a somersault; had he slowed down even half a breath, his abdomen would have been pierced through.

But the other side didn't give him a chance to catch his breath.

The bowstrings twanged again, this time more frequently and urgently—five arrows!

The arrows were fired in quick succession, each one trailing behind the other, forming a straight line in the air as they hurtled straight toward his chest.

This is a rapid-fire archery technique, where five arrows are fired from the same string, each arrow faster than the last.

Hong Lang's eyes sharpened, and he reached for the halberd beside him with his right hand. He grabbed the halberd shaft and pulled it out sharply.

The first arrow is already upon us.

Hong Lang flicked his wrist, and his halberd swept horizontally. The halberd shaft struck the arrow shaft precisely, and with a snap, the arrow broke in two and flew off at an angle.

The second arrow followed immediately. He had no time to stop, so he turned his body to the side and simultaneously held the halberd shaft upright in front of him.

The arrowhead struck the middle of the halberd shaft, sending sparks flying.

The third and fourth arrows came one after another, so fast that they were almost indistinguishable.

Hong Lang suddenly took a step back, swinging his halberd in an arc in front of him, the shaft whistling through the air as he deflected the third arrow.

The fourth arrow pierced through the gap in the arc, heading straight for his throat. He jerked his head back, and the arrow grazed his Adam's apple, leaving a shallow trail of blood.

The fifth arrow has arrived.

This arrow was the most powerful and the fastest.

There was no time to hide from the raging flood, and nowhere to hide.

He gripped the halberd shaft tightly with both hands, channeling all his strength into his arms, and the halberd rose from below like a black dragon.

when!

A deafening clang of metal clashing exploded in the night, sparks flying like fireworks.

The arrow was split in two by the halberd blade, splitting into two halves, and embedded in the large tree behind him, penetrating several inches into the wood, still trembling incessantly.

In the darkness, a rustling sound came from the woods beside the official road—the sound of footsteps crunching on fallen leaves.

Immediately afterwards, Hong Lang saw a figure.

She was a young girl, who looked to be no more than eighteen years old. She had beautiful features and big, round eyes.

She was wearing a tight black outfit that accentuated her slender waist and her still-developing figure.

He held a longbow in his hand.

The bow was entirely black, its material unknown, with dark red patterns on its limbs.

The girl looked at Hong Lang, her amber eyes filled with no murderous intent or malice, only pure... curiosity.

She tilted her head, as if examining something interesting.

"what?"

Her voice was clear and sweet, with a hint of childishness, but in the dark of the desolate wilderness, it sent chills down one's spine.

"You actually dodged them all, but my arrows are poisoned, and you'll be lying on the ground in less than fifteen minutes."

She chuckled and said, "I'll do whatever I want with you then. Just hand over your valuables now, and I'll give you a quick death. I promise I won't let you suffer."

Hong Lang looked down at the wound and saw that it was indeed turning bluish.

However, he did not experience any discomfort, which suggests that the "anti-toxic" attribute was effective.

Hong Lang felt reassured, and he pretended to sway, his steps becoming unsteady.

"You...you poisoned me, you tricked me, you ambushed me! You have no sportsmanship!"

Hong Lang swayed again, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Hehe, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you'll still fall into my hands!"

The girl clapped her hands happily and skipped and hopped toward Honglang.

She crouched down and began to touch Hong Lang's body.

Just then, Hong Lang's left arm suddenly shot out like a venomous snake, grabbing the girl's wrist.

The girl reacted quickly, pulling back sharply the moment she was grabbed.

With a flick of his right hand, Hong Lang twisted the girl's hand behind her back, and she was forced forward by an irresistible force, her back slamming solidly into Hong Lang's arms.

He used his left hand to grab the girl's waist, locking both her arms and body together.