Longevity: Comprehending the Heart Method

"Interesting human. I will offer your head as a gift to the great king!" A glint of mockery flashed in Silver Moon’s enormous eyes. It then crouched on a low hill, quietly watching its kin battling in the dense fog, the crescent moon mark on its forehead glowing brightly...

"Oh yeah, got another one!"

Song Qinghong put away the Array Banners and clapped his hands cheerfully, the fat on his face jiggling with the movement.

Looking at the huge Wolf Demon corpse before him, his face filled with a sense of accomplishment. This was already the third Wolf Demon he had slain, a battle record that placed him among the top ranks of all the Song Clan Members.

His tactic was simple: set up an Array in advance, feign weakness to the enemy, lure it into the Array, and then use the Array’s power to kill it!

This move never failed. He employed a hit-and-run tactic, and so far, he hadn’t suffered a single scratch, which made him quite proud.

"Time to change spots again," the Little Fatty muttered. He cleaned up the tracks he’d left in the area, took out a strangely fragrant powder to eliminate his scent, and then vanished into the dense fog.

A moment later, he reappeared ten li away. After surveying the terrain, Song Qinghong took out his Array Banners and set up a Tier One High Grade Quicksand Array.

Among the younger generation of his clan, Song Qinghong’s talent for the Array Dao was not the best, but his practical mastery was the highest. At such a young age, he could already set up Tier One High Grade Arrays, and he had once dazzled everyone at the clan competition with his incredibly stealthy Array Formation techniques.

If he hadn’t been at a disadvantage in terms of his Cultivation and combat experience, he might have actually had a chance to win a Foundation Establishment Pill.

After hiding the Array, the Little Fatty rubbed his hands together and disappeared into the fog to find his next unlucky victim.

In less than an hour, Song Qinghong shot out of the woods, fleeing in a panic, his plump, pale face a mask of "terror."

Behind him, trees toppled one after another as a late-stage Tier One Demon Wolf roared in pursuit, disgusting scraps of flesh hanging from its sharp fangs.

Just moments ago, a Song Clan Member had become its meal.

The Spiritual Qi-rich flesh of Cultivators drove it into a frenzy, and the sight of the Little Fatty’s plump, tender-looking flesh made it drool.

"AWOOOO..."

The giant wolf threw its head back and howled, then launched itself through the air, pouncing toward Song Qinghong.

A flicker of mockery crossed Song Qinghong’s eyes. With a raise of his hand, a Pocket-sized Flying Sword shot out from his sleeve, transforming into a streak of cyan light that flew straight for the giant wolf’s eye.

Slightly startled, the giant wolf powerfully twisted its massive body. With a flash of blood, the flying sword grazed its soft underbelly, leaving a shallow gash.

After landing, the giant wolf looked at the blood seeping from its belly, and a vicious glint flashed in its eyes. ’I almost fell for that.’

It began to advance slowly, closing in on Song Qinghong step by step. It could already picture the terrified, panicked expression on its opponent’s face.

But to its surprise, the Little Fatty just watched it quietly, his eyes ice-cold.

The giant wolf’s heart lurched, and it immediately tried to retreat.

But Song Qinghong wasn’t about to give it that chance. He immediately activated the Array. The ground in a radius of several dozen yards around the giant wolf suddenly turned into quicksand, and the wolf’s four limbs sank deep into it.

"AWOOO—"

The giant wolf’s eyes were filled with terror, and it struggled with all its might to break free from the quicksand.

"Hmph. Die, you beast!"

Without a moment’s delay, the Pocket-sized Flying Sword that had just attacked returned to Song Qinghong’s hand and transformed into a Three-foot Cyan Blade. He then unleashed streams of Sword Qi at the Demon Wolf.

Less than an hour later, the giant wolf’s massive body was covered in bloody gashes and its eyes had been blinded. The quicksand beneath its feet had turned it into a helpless punching bag.

It could only let out an unwilling whimper before collapsing with a great thud, more than half of its body already swallowed by the quicksand.

But Song Qinghong deactivated the Array.

Sword in hand and with a grim expression, he walked toward the Demon Wolf’s corpse, sliced open its stomach, and, without the slightest hesitation, began rummaging through its steaming entrails.

A moment later, he dragged a broken, partially digested skeleton from the Demon Wolf’s stomach. From the tattered remains of the clothing, he could faintly tell that it was a Song Clan Member.

Song Qinghong let out a long, low sigh. "I’m sorry. I was a step too late."

Though they were complete strangers, the same blood flowed through their veins; they were kin. He couldn’t bear the thought of a clan member, who had fought to the death for their family, being left without even their bones to bury.

After carefully collecting the remains of his kinsman, Song Qinghong was suddenly struck by a feeling of imminent disaster.

He threw up a hand, and a Scale Armor Shield appeared to protect him.

BOOM—

A ghastly white beam of light shot out from across the way, striking the Scale Armor Shield head-on.

CRACK.

BANG.

The Tier One Top Grade Scale Armor Shield shattered into pieces the instant it was hit. Fortunately, this had bought Song Qinghong enough time to react.

He dropped and rolled, narrowly avoiding the beam of light as it grazed past, carving a groove dozens of yards long into the ground.

Song Qinghong broke out in a cold sweat. ’If that had hit me, would there even be ashes left?’

Lifting his head with lingering fear, he saw a giant, grayish-white wolf over twenty feet tall slowly emerge from the swirling fog.

A faint layer of Demon Qi flowed around its body, and the surrounding white fog seemed to be held at bay by an invisible barrier, unable to advance an inch.

One of the hallmarks of a human Cultivator who has reached the Foundation Establishment realm is Spiritual Gang Body Protection. It is a shield naturally formed from Spiritual Power, possessing extremely strong defensive capabilities.

And a Tier Two Demon Beast likewise possesses a shield formed from Demon Qi. Ordinary attacks cannot even break through this protective barrier.