Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar

Spring was warm, and the sunshine was gentle.

In this bright morning light, Hong Yuan, Yue'er, two maids, and an old nurse were inside a carriage.

The procession was magnificent, its momentum astonishing.

Businessmen and officials within the inner city all stopped on both sides of the street, watching as the Black Wolf Flag moved into the distance.

The common people from the outer city had been driven out even earlier by the catchpoles, leaving the long street at the disposal of the troop.

"Such a domineering presence! Surely the important members of General Black Wolf are inside," Ma Dong exclaimed in surprise, awestruck by the display.

Compared to the General's Mansion, the Wang Family where he had previously stayed was just a pile of dogshit, not even worthy of comparison.

Three Martial Artists not inferior to me, perhaps even stronger!? Zhang Kaihe was stunned, so much so that he didn't notice the hot tea spilling onto his boots.

He knew that General Black Wolf could easily annihilate their Long Lake Sect, but he was unaware of how terrifying the force at the General's command truly was.

Damn, these disciples of Phoenix Creek Sect really know how to put on a show, Chen Qingshan, an official Disciple of Qinglu Taoist Temple, gnashed his teeth in secret, pondering whether to go and ascertain the precise situation.

Ever since Nanyang Government fell, Qinglu Taoist Temple had not forgotten this disgrace. Many insightful individuals constantly schemed to reclaim Nanyang Government and achieve glory.

The Sword Cultivator Li Family consistently refused to yield. They were determined to transform the Li Family into a lineage of Taoist Masters, ensuring the Li Family Head position would become that of a hereditary Taoist Master within their Taoist Temple. If not for this, Qinglu Taoist Temple would have long ago dispatched troops from Green Sun Prefecture to counterattack Nanyang Government.

Every time he thought of the Li Family, Chen Qingshan felt a headache coming on.

Sometimes, having teammates that are too strong can also be a source of conflict.

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Hong Yuan's journey was very smooth and utterly uneventful.

"Wow, Uncle Hong, look at that flower field! It's so beautiful!" Yue'er exclaimed softly in admiration.

Hong Yuan looked through the carriage curtain, held open by a maid, and immediately a field of vibrant purples and bright reds met his eyes.

Sunflowers were everywhere. It was practically a sea of blossoms, with bees and butterflies flitting back and forth amongst the flowers.

Glancing to the side, one could see many flower farmers in coarse cloth working in the fields.

"It is quite beautiful," Hong Yuan replied.

"Uncle Hong…" Yue'er looked at him with eagerness.

Hong Yuan understood immediately what she meant and couldn't help but smile.

"Captain Wu!"

Hong Yuan called out. Presently, a stern-faced soldier clad in armor came to his side.

A quarter of an hour later, the troops formed a tight defensive line around the field, arranging themselves in a military formation to ensure Yue'er's safety.

Hong Yuan was not overly domineering. To the amazement of the several commanders, he took out the corresponding banknotes and Energy Stones. He paid the owners of these flower fields for three days' exclusive use, which also benefited the flower farmers.

So much so that many flower farmers wished Hong Yuan would visit every day.

At this moment, Hong Yuan, accompanied by several old nurses and many maids, was playing with Yue'er in the flower field, her bell-like laughter ringing out incessantly.

"Yue'er, maintain that pose. Uncle Hong will show you a trick or two."

To Yue'er's surprise, Hong Yuan took out a charcoal pen, drawing paper, and a drawing board from his storage bag.

SWISH. SWISH.

With a few quick strokes, Hong Yuan captured Yue'er holding a sunflower, her lively and adorable side rendered in the Painting.

I didn't expect my Painting skills to come in handy here. Quite unexpected indeed, Hong Yuan thought to himself.

After Hong Yuan finished the drawing, Yue'er ran over to look. She then gave Hong Yuan a thumbs up, treasuring the drawing paper and storing it away carefully.

"Uncle Hong, you're so amazing!"

Yue'er looked at Hong Yuan with stars in her eyes, much to his delight.

But before Hong Yuan could revel in that feeling, an abrupt change occurred.

BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.

A loud humming sound erupted, and a swarm of Iron-mouthed Crane Monsters appeared in the sky. L+ove t@his s@to*ry-? Sho@w your s#u^pp^or@t on M9V-L.EMP^Y+R@.+

By a rough count, there were more than three hundred Iron-mouthed Crane Monsters. They blotted out the sun, an absolutely terrifying sight. Hong Yuan even spotted three Iron-beak Crane Hundred Beast Kings among them!

A Hundred Beast King was equivalent to a third-order Martial Artist.

"Form up! Light the beacon smoke!" Captain Wu's face was stern.

The troops quickly assembled, shielding Hong Yuan and Yue'er at their center.

In the shadows, Mo Shan also tensed.

He didn't entertain the thought of going to kill the Slave Tao Martial Artists but instead patrolled the surroundings at an even greater speed.

His mission was to protect Mo Yue'er, not to kill the enemy chieftain.

SCREECH! SCREECH!

The Iron-mouthed Crane Monsters' eyes were bloodshot as they fearlessly dove towards the military formation, continuing to charge wave after wave, even in the face of death.

Hong Yuan's mind was focused, carefully watching for the Iron-mouthed Crane Monsters' subsequent moves.

The opponent must be targeting my Senior Brother and Yue'er, seeking to use Yue'er to threaten my Senior Brother to achieve some unspeakable objectives. With the strength of these Iron-mouthed Crane Monsters, they are still not enough to break through the defenses of the military formation.

"Concentrate, concentrate," Hong Yuan muttered to himself, observing intently.

At the same time, he was also condensing his "Flying Oriole" killer move.

If anything changed, he would immediately fly to safety with Yue'er in his arms.

"Senior Brother Zhang, let's retreat! If General Black Wolf catches up to us, it will be too late," Chen Qingshan, an official Disciple of Qinglu Taoist Temple, urged.

"No hurry, no hurry," Zhang Baicun said cheerfully, his eyes narrowed to slits in a smile.

They were currently on top of a mountain, holding a complete geographical advantage.

If anyone came close, they could directly escape using their high-altitude advantage.

But if we could kill a cultivator from Phoenix Creek Sect and the offspring of General Black Wolf, I would receive a reward from the Taoist Temple dozens of times greater. Compared to that, what is the loss of a mere group of Iron-mouthed Crane Monsters? No matter how one looks at it, it's worth a try, not to mention I have other plans yet to be revealed.

When a slight flaw appeared in the military formation under the frenzied attack of the Iron-mouthed Crane Monsters, Zhang Baicun immediately stomped heavily on the mountain peak, circulating his Cultivation Technique.

The opportunity has come!

Hidden within the Iron-mouthed Crane Monster horde, a Cloud White Crane Hundred Beast King and a Cloud White Crane Thousand Beast King suddenly materialized, launching a full-force attack towards Hong Yuan and Mo Yue'er.

"Not good! It's the Wind Tao Variant Seed, Cloud White Crane!"

"Quick, engage them!"

The soldiers were ready to block with their bodies, but the two Cloud White Cranes were too fast, nearly breaking through the defensive line in a flash.

"Hmph!"

Mo Shan let out a cold snort and rushed out from the sea of flowers, intercepting both the Cloud White Crane Thousand Beast King and the Cloud White Crane Hundred Beast King.

But Mo Shan's strength was ultimately among the weakest of fourth-order Martial Artists. He held them off for only a moment before Zhang Baicun allowed the Cloud White Crane Hundred Beast King to breach the defensive line.

However, when the Cloud White Crane Hundred Beast King was ready to go on a killing spree, it found that neither Hong Yuan nor Mo Yue'er were anywhere to be seen.

"Huh!? Where are they?"

Zhang Baicun repeatedly activated his vision-enhancing Martial Arts, searching for Hong Yuan and Mo Yue'er's figures.

"They've flown away…" Chen Qingshan said, dumbstruck as he watched Hong Yuan's silhouette.

A second-order Martial Artist possessing the ability to fly, with speeds even faster than the Wind Tao Great Demon Cloud White Crane—does this conform to the Great Taoism?

At that moment, Hong Yuan's face was expressionless, while Yue'er tightly hugged him. Feeling an immense sense of security from her Little Uncle, she contentedly closed her eyes.

Once Hong Yuan used his "Flying Oriole" killer move, the outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt.

Zhang Baicun gazed deeply at Hong Yuan for a moment and then flew away with Chen Qingshan.

Only a Disciple of the Holy Land can deal with another Holy Land Disciple. Losing because our plan was thwarted by such a talented disciple is not an unjust defeat.

Hong Yuan, on the other hand, was already considering how to quickly improve his "Flying Oriole" killer move. A trump card, once revealed, is no longer a trump card. One must either find a new trump card or upgrade the existing one.

Hong Yuan's choice was to upgrade it.