One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Thud!

He pressed hard with his fingers.

The giant’s head exploded, turning into a handful of flying ash.

With a slight motion of his fingers, tiny lime dust fell through the gaps and onto the ground, merging with the rubble from the giant’s body.

A faint sound of footsteps came from the side.

Su Heng looked up to see Ke Yulan walking out from a lush jungle.

As the battle between the two began, Ke Yulan sensed danger and kept her distance.

The giant’s strength was somewhat exaggerated; her presence would only be a hindrance. Once the battle ended and she returned, she witnessed the scene before her. Ke Yulan trembled slightly, her fair face visibly struck with terror.

Su Heng didn’t care about her thoughts and withdrew his gaze, focusing back on the pile of rubble that the statue had become.

He detected a massive amount of spiritual power accumulated within the statue, far exceeding any previous gains from other statues. Su Heng didn’t rush to absorb it but instead opened his attributes panel. The completion rate of the Heavenly Demon State had now reached just over 32%.

He then ran the Heavenly Demon Technique smoothly, expertly extracting and absorbing the spiritual power from within the statue.

After spending some extra time converting it.

A slight sense of swelling pain emerged in Su Heng’s mind.

Opening his eyes, he reopened the attributes panel. The number for the Heavenly Demon State had risen to 45%. This single statue was roughly equivalent to the gains from the previous six or seven statues combined.

Aside from the Four-Armed Giant’s formidable strength, Su Heng believed that their natural talent and achievements in the Spiritual Domain must be related.

In previous battles with human or demon elite warriors.

Most relied on robust physiques and reaction speed; attacks in the Spiritual Domain were not frequently encountered.

But this Four-Armed Hundred-Eyed Giant continually unleashed one Secret Technique of the Spiritual Domain after another.

Moreover, on this basis.

This fellow’s physical constitution was also quite note-worthy.

From this brief battle, this race seemed to have significant combat strengths.

If they were indeed the masters of this land, living here for millions of years, how then did they vanish without a trace in just a few thousand years?

What exactly was the final war mentioned by the giant?

If what he said was true.

Then where did the humans of this world come from?

Far from resolving Su Heng’s doubts, his conversation with the Four-Armed Giant brought even more questions. But according to what the giant said, there must be many more powerful beings from this race in the heavens of longevity.

As the echoes of longevity deepen and the mighty return, as long as one continues to grow, it won’t be long before they could directly battle the returning strong of this race. By then, some truths about past events should start to reveal themselves.

As for what happened in the past, right or wrong, it’s not important.

What is important is only one thing.

That is, who is stronger and who is weaker, nothing else.

Whoosh!

A slight vibration came from the sword sheath at Su Heng’s waist.

Sensing something, Su Heng took off his sword sheath, aimed at the sky, and then a gray-black light entered it.

Gray characters appeared on the surface of the sword sheath, and Su Heng’s gaze lightly scanned them.

He understood that the conference between the immortal sects and the noble families was about to begin.

Su Heng prepared to leave.

But before doing so, his gaze fell on Ke Yulan, "Now that the eighteen god statues of Jiangbei Province have been collected, our agreement has been fulfilled."

"What are your thoughts now?" Su Heng asked indifferently.

Under the moonlight, looking at Su Heng’s hulking and fierce body, Ke Yulan felt not relief but greater anxiety, sweat beading densely on her smooth forehead. After thinking, she half-knelt on the ground and respectfully replied, "Although this servant is weak, I have some accumulation in gathering information and nurturing personnel."

"If the master is willing, I would be honored to serve tirelessly."

The changing situation indeed necessitated having one’s own information channel.

Most of his information was currently gathered from the Fiery Sun Sect and Wuji Sword Sect, which on one hand was a waste of time and could cause missed opportunities. On the other, it left him dependent on others, always an inconvenience.

So, after a moment’s thought, Su Heng nodded, "Good!"

"Thank you, master, for your grace!" Ke Yulan let out a heavy sigh of relief, almost as though she had escaped from the clutches of death.

But when she looked up again.

The bright moonlight was the same, but Su Heng’s towering figure had vanished from the scar-ridden clearing.

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In the ancestral home of the Wu Family in the north of the river, there was a landmark building called Yanzi Tower. Read latest chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

This wooden tower stood a hundred meters tall atop Feng Mountain. Its octagonal pointed top was formed by the convergence of eight downward-extending ridges, creating a sharp apex that rose up to a spire.

A jewel was mounted on the top of the spire, and at this moment, coinciding with the sunrise, the sun ascended. The jewel refracted the sunlight, creating a mist of colorful light that was hazy and blurred, exceptionally beautiful to behold.

During the previous battle with the old ancestor of the Wu Family, this precious tower was damaged, but not severely.

Over a few days, it was repaired by people sent by Meng Huan.

It was now being used as a place for negotiations between the immortal sects and the noble houses.

In the open ground surrounding the tower, many disciples and elders from different sects gathered together. In the past, despite occasional friction between the immortal sects and the noble houses, their surface relationships were still well maintained.

When young disciples met, they would talk and laugh, discussing various new happenings, which was very normal.

But now, such relaxed conversations were rarely seen.

Most people had gloomy expressions, and the atmosphere enveloping the square was very solemn upon hearing the whispers of the wind.

To the left of Yanzi Tower, halfway up the mountain beside the babbling brook and amidst the lush maple leaves, stood another ancient octagonal pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, two figures of differing heights were conversing. The shorter figure was plump and dark, with ordinary features, dressed in a fiery red Taoist robe.

This plump man was known as Real Person Mu Yi, the Sect Leader of the Lingxiao Sect, one of the three great immortal sects of Jiang E.

Among the three great immortal sects, the Wuji Sword Sect was the strongest, while Lingxiao Sect was the weakest. It had always been at the bottom, without a single cultivator above the level of Heavenly Deceit since the founding of the sect.

The reason it still ranked among the immortal sects, enjoying an otherworldly status, was mainly due to Lingxiao Sect’s impressive backing. It’s always good to be sheltered by a big tree.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were three main Taoist lineages: Zhenyi, Dao, and Jingming.

Lingxiao Sect was one of the twelve offshoots under the Jingming lineage.

With the arrival of the Mythical Battlefield, Real Person Mu Yi believed there was no hope of resistance or victory. Moreover, unlike the two other great immortal sects, since Lingxiao Sect was backed by Jingming Sect, one of the three main Taoist lineages, even if they left the Jiang E region, they would merely be returning to their original sect, without suffering a significant loss of vitality.

Therefore, without any hesitation,

Real Person Mu Yi planned to take his disciples, elders, and the resources and wealth accumulated over the years and leave. However, leaving was not as easy as it might seem.

Because over the years, the sect had absorbed the resources and population of an entire province.

Naturally, they should take responsibility for maintaining local stability, as per the established customary obligations.

Now faced with danger,

And even before the great battle had truly begun, they were ready to roll up their bedding and run.

This was no different from a deserter on the battlefield, it was despicable.

Knowing that the negotiations organized by Meng Huan were likely to result in conflicts, and it wouldn’t be easy to leave, Real Person Mu Yi still chose to attend in person, his chubby face bearing a look of full confidence. The reason for this was the white-browed Taoist standing beside him.

The Taoist had white hair and eyebrows, appearing to be about seventy years old.

Yet his face was ruddy, his gaze sharp, and the strong muscles on his body stretched the loose robes tight across his frame.

Especially noticeable were the small braids at the end of his hair and the copper rings strapped to his arms; his facial expression was stern and just standing still, he presented a strong sense of oppression.

This Taoist was known as Huang Long, a Supreme Elder within the Jingming Sect.

According to seniority, he was considered Mu Yi’s senior uncle. His strength was fearsome, with a record of suppressing demons within the Immortal Plane. But he was also known for his volatile temper, and even now Mu Yi spoke cautiously beside him.

After reporting the recent events,

Huang Long’s expression grew even more somber, and he cursed under his breath, "What a disgrace!"

"An immortal sect, and now we have to look at others’ faces and snivel under their nostrils, to have sunk so low truly brings shame upon our Jingming lineage!"

Mu Yi kept his face lowered and dared not retort.

He continued, "During the meeting, there are two individuals that Senior Uncle should be wary of."

He pulled a stack of straw paper from his chest and handed it to Huang Long, who took it with a cursory glance, disdainfully crumpled it in his hand, and with a flick of his muscular arm, the paper turned into fine dust, scattering in the wind and disappearing without a trace.

"I understand," Huang Long simply nodded but clearly did not take the contents of the paper to heart.

Seeing this, Mu Yi grew somewhat anxious,

"Meng Huan is one thing, but Su Heng has a record of holding his own against the Qingzhou King," Mu Yi said with his head lowered, cautiously adding more information.

"Oh, really?" Huang Long raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised.

But recalling the attitude he had just displayed before his nephew disciple, he couldn’t lose face,

"So what? That Qingzhou King was severely injured and could only exert fifty percent of his power. Even if Su Heng fought to a draw, it does not prove much," Huang Long slapped Mu Yi’s shoulder, declaring forcefully, "With me here, there’s nothing for you to worry about. No storm can be stirred up!"

"That’s good to hear, I’ll trouble Senior Uncle then." Seeing Huang Long still full of confidence, assured of victory,

Mu Yi let out a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on his dark, plump face.

"In that case, let us go and meet these people," Mu Yi said, seizing the moment.

"Good!" Huang Long raised his head and scoffed, "Let me see for myself, just what so-called heroes and valiant men exist in this region of Jiang E."

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