Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar Chapter 364 - 345: Receiving Another Gift from the Heavenly

"This beam of light piercing the sky... is it a Holy Artifact? Who is trading a Holy Artifact!?"

"Hiss! Holy Artifacts are so precious. It has been over a thousand years since one was last traded in Treasured Yellow Heaven!"

"Where? Where? Let see the Holy Artifact, let see the Holy Artifact..."

"Wait, why has the beam of light piercing the sky disappeared? No—"

...

Within Treasured Yellow Heaven, there was a sensation. It was like a giant stone plunging into a lake, causing continuous ripples.

WHOOSH WHOOSH.

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH.

Eminent Saints flew swiftly, gathering at the very place where Hong Yuan’s Demonic Body had just clashed with the Sword Body.

After a long while, the area was filled with sighs and sounds of regret.

A Holy Artifact is unique, extrely precious, and can be considered a Saint’s second life.

How many Saints spend their entire lives without ever obtaining a Holy Artifact? It was no wonder these Saints were so stirred by the appearance of a Holy Artifact transaction in Treasured Yellow Heaven.

For soone like Hong Yuan, who could refine Holy Artifacts almost at will, he was truly rare in this world, simply unparalleled!

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In the Eagle Immortal Blessed Land.

Liu Mantang looked on with regret as he exited Treasured Yellow Heaven, his expression still one of disbelief. With the power of the blessed land, he could activate the Communicating Sky Bug and reach Treasured Yellow Heaven, which was why he was aware of the commotion there. Originally, he intended to acquire a Beast Swarm or Instrunt to counter Hong Yuan. But then a "Holy Artifact transaction" suddenly took place in Treasured Yellow Heaven, leaving him hardly able to calm himself.

I wonder what faction’s Holy Artifact it was. Even Senior Elder Qinghuo doesn’t have one. How great it would be if I could get my hands on it...

Liu Mantang sighed repeatedly, fantasizing about slaughtering his enemies with a Holy Artifact in his possession. Consequently, he suddenly felt that his all-out approach against Hong Yuan seed like an overreaction. He and Hong Yuan were simply not on the sa level as Martial Artists anymore!

「On the other hand.」

Qinghuo Martial Saint was filled with regret as well. To think that he, a Supre Elder of an Overlord Sect, had been a Saint for over two hundred years and still hadn’t obtained a Holy Artifact. How embarrassing that was! He had been warned by na by Baixiang Xuanjiang of the Refining Equipnt Hall. This was largely because Baixiang Xuanjiang owned a Holy Artifact, and he did not.

A Holy Artifact’s enhancent to a Saint was trendously astonishing. With a Holy Artifact in hand, a Saint was truly like a Flood Dragon entering a river, ferociously renowned.

Qinghuo Martial Saint’s eyes darkened. If only I knew who traded away that Holy Artifact! Ah, I’m really fed up with living without a Holy Artifact!

Suddenly, he let out a laugh of ridicule regarding Baixiang Xuanjiang.

Baixiang Xuanjiang can’t seriously believe that Hong Yuan is capable of defeating Mantang, can he? That Lin Daoyan is nothing but a craven coward. A crooked beam leads to crooked supports; what sort of talent could Lin Daoyan possibly cultivate?

The Qinghuo Martial Saint continued to log into Treasured Yellow Heaven. He listened to what other Saints had to say about the Holy Artifact transaction and actively expressed his own views and opinions.

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These days, the Phoenix Creek Sect had been sowhat lively.

The root of this liveliness was the battle between Hong Yuan and Liu Mantang. The nine positions of the Phoenix Creek Tutelage determined the allocation of countless resources and the rise and fall of many martial artists. Even the Martial Saints and Supre Elders of the various halls and palaces cast their eyes upon it. Just by thinking about it, one could know how deep these waters were!

Hence, information about Hong Yuan and Liu Mantang spread far and wide. However, the public didn’t think highly of Hong Yuan, believing he had chosen the wrong opponent. Had he chosen Lei Hong or others, it would have been an almost certain victory. Choosing Liu Mantang was simply asking for trouble.

At the Qinghuo Gambling House, a well-reputed establishnt backed by a Supre Elder, Zhu Wushang gritted his teeth and bet most of his fortune on Hong Yuan.

"Brother, have you gone mad?" a regular of the gambling house exclaid, his eyes wide with shock as he looked at Zhu Wushang. "Although the odds for Hong Yuan’s victory have reached more than ninefold, don’t you know that the support for Hong Yuan versus Liu Mantang is split nine to one?"

He could tell that Zhu Wushang, with his graying hair, was a simple and loyal person—just like he himself had been years ago—so he tried to persuade him.

"I believe in Yuan!" Zhu Wushang declared resolutely. His determination seed to pierce the clouds, leaving the advising regular in awe.

Zhu Wushang took his betting slip and left.

The regular from the gambling house clenched his teeth. "When a man dies, his spirit soars to the heavens; if he doesn’t die, he’ll live for ages! I’ll bet on Hong Yuan as well!"

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Not only did Zhu Wushang bet on Hong Yuan, but Le Congsheng, as well as Hong Yuan’s subordinates, also placed their bets on him. Yet, even with their bets, Hong Yuan was still the underdog compared to Liu Mantang.

On Rainbow Fire Peak, Hong Yuan was enjoying the flowers and clouds in the courtyard garden when he softly called out, "Yue’er, co back."

Mo Yue’er, who had just taken a step, stopped in her tracks. She lowered her head and clasped her hands together like a child who had done sothing wrong.

"Co here," Hong Yuan said, sweeping the dust off a seat with his hand and inviting Mo Yue’er to sit.

Mo Yue’er acknowledged softly, obediently sitting beside Hong Yuan.

Looking at Yue’er, Hong Yuan’s gaze beca sowhat distant. Now Yue’er possessed stunning beauty. Her black hair was silky smooth, her skin fairer than snow. Even her wide, white palace dress couldn’t fully hide her graceful curves; she was breathtaking. The child of yesteryear has grown into a heart-stoppingly beautiful woman! Oh, how ti flies—

"Uncle, I..."

"I’m not blaming you; be at ease," Hong Yuan interrupted gently. "Just don’t get involved in gambling. As long as I’m here, spend Energy Stones to your heart’s content."

Hong Yuan was also aware of the turmoil outside, especially the betting odds offered by the various gambling houses. But even if a sure profit was guaranteed, Hong Yuan did not bet on himself. When it cos to gambling, there are only two options: never or countless tis. If he were so short-lived species, he would certainly have taken a chance. But as an immortal practitioner, the last thing he needed was to gamble. There was no need for it, no need to let himself develop a gambling habit!

Hong Yuan smiled, his eyes narrowed, and he stretched out his hand, about to stroke Yue’er’s silky black hair. However, seeing Yue’er’s slightly expectant, bright eyes, he suddenly ca back to his senses. Yue’er is already a grown woman; he can no longer treat her like a child, as he had done in the past.

Hong Yuan withdrew his hand. Like an old father, or perhaps an elder brother, he spoke gently, joking and weaving lessons into various interesting stories.

The smile never left Yue’er’s face, and her bell-like laughter was ceaselessly delightful.