Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar

Hong Yuan spent nearly an entire morning at Jiang Nai's Spiritual Field, watching Yue'er, under Jiang Nai's guidance, come into contact with Spirit Plants and even personally get involved in the fieldwork.

Yue'er, in her farming attire, lost some of her usual nobility and instead gained a hint of pastoral charm, which made Hong Yuan feel exceptionally close to her.

This was because Hong Yuan himself had come from a humble background of farmers and was no stranger to cultivating the land.

However, this was a Spiritual Field, after all, and Yue'er was only experiencing it briefly. In the end, they still relied on Cultivation Techniques like "Little Cloud Rain Skill" and "Weed Removal Gold" to solve the problems.

The various types of weeds on the Spiritual Field, nourished by Essence Qi, were excessively thick and sturdy. Even worse were the pests, which were utterly vexing.

From Jiang Nai's soft, sweet voice, Hong Yuan heard her helplessness. This was probably the trouble of mediocre talent; even if they controlled various Cultivation Techniques for Spiritual Fields, the True Essence in their bodies wasn't enough for frequent use.

"Nai'er, this Instrument I have here should be able to help you."

Hong Yuan took out a tier-two Sickle Instrument from his medium-sized storage bag and handed it to her.

Jiang Nai promptly declined. "Hong, I cannot accept such a precious gift."

Precious? A question suddenly flickered in Hong Yuan's mind. This tier-two Sickle Instrument is worth just over five hundred Energy Stones. I made sure to pick something of low value. How could it be considered precious?

But when he saw Jiang Nai's attire, Hong Yuan suddenly realized. Not everyone could strike it rich overnight, nor was everyone a daughter of an Elder like Lin Yiru. The gentle girl in front of him was just an ordinary disciple of the Spirit Plant Garden, someone who had to carefully budget every Energy Stone, wishing she could split one into two.

"Take it," Hong Yuan said warmly. Seeing the refusal still lingering on Jiang Nai's face, he firmly placed the Sickle Instrument in her hands. "Just consider it a loan from me."

"Jiang, you should accept it. Uncle doesn't lack Instruments at all," Yue'er also persuaded Jiang Nai, as she knew all too well just how wealthy her uncle was.

Hearing this, Jiang Nai remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded with determination and spoke softly, "Okay."

A quarter of an hour later, Hong Yuan left with Yue'er. Jiang Nai remained where she was, continuously waving goodbye, her gaze firmly locked on Hong Yuan.

Hong, I will cultivate diligently and strive to catch up with you, Jiang Nai pledged to herself.

A tier-two Instrument worth hundreds of Energy Stones might be but a trifle to Hong Yuan, not even worth a second glance.

Yet, for Jiang Nai, this tier-two Instrument represented what she could save up over five years of work, and even then, she might not be willing to purchase it.

After all, she was just an ordinary formal disciple of the Spirit Plant Garden.

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After spending a joyful day with Yue'er, Hong Yuan resumed his planned progress, advancing methodically and improving daily, with the stats on his panel refreshing day by day.

A month later, Hong Yuan felt that his Power Tao Avatar had reached a bottleneck in all aspects. So, after a period of quiet cultivation, he felt the urge to act. He then controlled the Power Tao Avatar to go out, heading to the Martial Stage.

Often, combat power doesn't solely depend on one's realm or the number of Cultivation Techniques and methods one possesses. After all, even the best Cultivation Technique's effectiveness depends on who is using it.

To perfectly display the strength of his Power Tao Avatar, Hong Yuan decided to search for opponents within the Sect to fight and gain more combat experience.

「Martial Stage.」

In a spacious and bright square paved with bluestone, nearly thirty arenas were set up, and this was just the D-level area. Yet, the atmosphere of the battles was intense, with powerful displays.

When Hong Yuan arrived at the registration desk, he paid thirty Energy Stones. He was then listed for arena D-twenty-three; after another two rounds of battles, he could take his place on the stage.

The rules of the Martial Stage were simple: lose once, and you were out. Win ten consecutive battles and meet the conditions of the arena guardian to advance to a higher-level area.

Hong Yuan was currently in the D-level area; a victory would enable him to move into the C-rank area.

Approaching arena D-twenty-three, Hong Yuan looked up at the two opponents fighting above.

Both disciples were dressed in black martial arts outfits, making it hard to distinguish their identities. However, as the saying goes, an expert reveals their skill at first glance. Hong Yuan could tell that their strength was merely mediocre, only at the intermediate level of a first-stage Martial Artist.

Gosh, are all these guys just greenhorns itching to make a name for themselves and secure a better future? Hong Yuan stroked his chin, pondering. But clearly, that was meant for those disciples with outstanding combat abilities but mediocre talents. For ordinary people at the intermediate first-stage realm to participate in arena battles—wasn't that simply giving away Energy Stones?

CRACKLE! POP!

Blades and sword lights flashed with great intensity, yet neither side gained the upper hand. It really was a classic example of a fight between two equally matched underdogs, making the corner of Hong Yuan's mouth twitch.

After the victor was finally decided, the two of them displayed mutual admiration, as if lamenting they hadn't met sooner. Hong Yuan found himself even more speechless.

"From a squabble between newbies to a 'Summit on Mount Hua,' you guys really know how to battle," Hong Yuan commented sarcastically.

Fortunately, it wasn't long before it was his turn to fight.

Xie Liu, a formal disciple of the Talisman Array Hall, stood on the stage, watching as Hong Yuan ascended.

"Refining Equipment Hall's Hong Yuan?" an outer sect officer asked.

"Yes, it's me," Hong Yuan replied.

After receiving Hong Yuan's affirmative response, the outer sect officer raised the bronze gong in his hand and began to strike it.

DONG! DONG! DONG!

The bout between Hong Yuan and the formal disciple of the Talisman Array Hall officially began.

"From the Refining Equipment Hall? Bad luck running into me," Xie Liu said, lifting his head slightly.

Hong Yuan looked down at his attire and sighed softly. Is it because I'm not wearing the blue robes that represent cultivation disciples that I'm being underestimated? How frustrating.

"Let me show you the power of the Talisman Array Hall—"

Bear Strength Worm.

Before Xie Liu could finish speaking, Hong Yuan had already activated his technique.

A deafening roar of a bear reverberated as the phantom of a robust, large black bear suddenly appeared behind Hong Yuan.

In Xie Liu's horrified gaze, Hong Yuan threw a punch. The wind from the punch surged, making his hair stand on end; every part of his body screamed a violent warning.

Death, I'll die, I'll die. Under this strike, I'll really die!!!

Why has this guy frozen up? Hong Yuan frowned slightly.

Having no other choice, Hong Yuan changed his punch into a palm strike and gently patted the stupefied Xie Liu.

Xie Liu immediately flew out of the arena, tumbling into the distance. Even as he left, he still couldn't understand.

Why is such an unremarkable disciple from the Refining Equipment Hall so formidable? And damn, these blacksmiths are shockingly strong!

In one day, Hong Yuan had fought from the D-level area to the A-grade area, achieving an extraordinary record!