One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 436: Chapter 362: Who Turned My Golden Crow into a Pig?_2

Qiong Qi only felt as if he had been forcefully struck by a stick, his head slamming onto the ground, the bricks beneath exploding outwards, leaving him wobbling and struggling to stand steady.

The little Golden Crow looked up from the side, cawed twice, and then stretched out its wings to pat Qiong Qi’s head.

That punch had been because it had provoked its own underling, a lesson that had to be administered.

And the subsequent head pats were the Golden Crow considering this fellow somewhat formidable, preparing to take it under its wing. A stick followed by a date, this guy actually played it pretty well.

Qiong Qi’s hide was thick and flesh was tough, he hadn’t really been hurt, but he was somewhat surprised at the little Golden Crow’s immense strength.

He “Ptooey” spat out the debris that had clung to his mouth and turned to glance at Su Heng. Seeing Su Heng slightly nod, Qiong Qi grumbled an acknowledgment and extended his tongue to lick the Golden Crow’s paw.

Su Heng paid no further attention to these little ones and continued forward.

He encountered Qin Shunying in one of the corridors within.

Li Hongxiu was cultivating in a temple with the Ming Daoist and was not around during this time; the little Golden Crow should have been in Qin Shunying’s care.

…No wonder it was nearly round with fatness.

Qin Shunying, who was originally at the third step of Heavenly Deceit, had also begun to temper her immortality.

In a normal situation, Su Heng and Qin Shunying should be considered in the same realm, both above the level of Heavenly Deceit but not yet reaching that of an Earth Immortal.

However, after creating the Eight Nine Mysteries, Su Heng had essentially flipped the table and refused to play by the rules. His system was not in line with the path taken by today’s cultivators, so it could not be measured by conventional realms.

Su Heng held some fondness for this spirited and impressive senior sister from the immortal sect; upon meeting her again, he smiled and said, “It seems that during my time in Dragon Abyss, you’ve also made a breakthrough in your cultivation, congratulations are in order.”

"But it is just a tiny step in the long journey ahead,” Qin Shunying said with a pursed lips and a smile.

"The number of demons on Skull Plain is increasing, and some tribes have begun to evacuate. I was responsible for assisting them,” Qin Shunying said, “Those tribal members have some ancient heritages which seem to be related to Demon Descendants. I took the opportunity to copy them down, it might be of some help to you.”

Qin Shunying handed Su Heng a thick stack of booklets.

Her fingers were slender and lengthy, with well-defined joints, and she wore several strands of red jade and agate bracelets on her wrist.

They clinked pleasantly when she moved.

Su Heng reached out to take them, flipping open to have a look.

Inside were rows of elegant handwriting, and the ink seemed not yet completely dry.

Solban had mentioned before, that one of his friends could translate the script of Demon Descendants, plus the end of Skull Plain was not too far from Dragon Abyss.

Su Heng speculated that the tribes on Skull Plain might, like the Four Great Immortal Mountains, be something left behind as a safeguard. It’s just that over the long years, these tribes had faced catastrophes and did not retain a complete heritage. Nonetheless, the value of these records was immense. Having studied the records of the immortal mountains and collected many from Dragon Abyss, Su Heng saw many overlooked pieces of knowledge after only a few glances through the booklets.

"This information is very useful to me,” Su Heng put the booklets in his chest, saying, “Thank you.”

A smile spread across Qin Shunying’s face.

The disparity in cultivation between them was significant, but being able to help Su Heng in such a way made Qin Shunying very happy.

…

Su Heng left Qin Shunying a drop of Dragon Blood and then made his way down the staircase to the newly excavated chamber below the Demon Suppression Tower.

Now that he was creating a new technique, although he had made some progress, the road ahead was fraught with difficulties.

Analyzing the talents and bloodlines of Demon Descendants could possibly uncover some areas of commonality.

The inside of the chamber was dim, the air damp and stiflingly hot, and occasionally the sound of chains rattling and struggling roars could be heard, as if someone was enduring torture.

Descending the stairway felt like delving into hell, creating an increasingly oppressive psychological burden. Yet, this was where Su Heng’s true lair lay, his place of research and seclusion. Returning to this expansive subterranean space, Su Heng felt as though he was back at home, immediately lightened of much burden.

The lowest layer of this space.

Outside a prison sealed by a heavy iron door, stood two fully armed Dragon Guards.

In the glow of the dark red candlelight, the massive figure of Su Heng slowly appeared, casting a shadow.

The two Dragon Guards immediately pointed their long spears downward with a forceful stab, clenched their right fists, placed them firmly against their chests, and bowed to Su Heng.

"Hmm,” Su Heng nodded.

Upon receiving the signal, the two Dragon Guards reached out simultaneously.

Accompanied by the heavy sound of friction, the iron door in front of them was forcibly pulled open. Right after, a sharp curse from a woman burst forth.

The younger Dragon Guard on the left stepped forward and approached the woman. He lifted his palm, swung it widely, and viciously slapped it across the person’s face.

The woman, with her hair disheveled, all four limbs amputated, chains threaded directly through her severed bones, was spun around by the Dragon Guard like a top, the iron chains clanging around her. Her face, originally quite attractive and charming, was now twisted out of shape, even the teeth in her mouth were almost half knocked out. Yet, the madness and hatred on the woman’s face remained undiminished, and in her gaze at Su Heng, there was a chilling venom.

This woman was none other than the Demon Descendant Snow, who was captured by Su Heng before heading to the Dragon Abyss.

Not far from Snow, on another wall, hung a middle-aged male Demon Descendant named Aguduo.

These two were originally ordered by the Great Elder to hunt down Solban but ended up trespassing into Su Heng’s territory and became his prisoners ever since.

However, the vitality of the Demon Descendants was indeed robust; they had been at death’s door when Su Heng defeated them that day, and then they were maimed and hung on the wall like slaughtered pigs. Su Heng had no hope for their survival initially, thinking they would have died long ago. Surprisingly, the two persisted with such tenacity, not only surviving but also spewing curses at Su Heng with vigor.

Seeing this, Su Heng was not angry; instead, his face revealed a hint of pleasant surprise.

He gently stroked Snow’s bloodied cheek with his hand and praised, “Such tenacious vitality should accumulate a lot of useful data for me.”

Ptui!

Snow spat out a mouthful of saliva.

Her full bosom heaved as she glared at him, “Don’t be too happy, sooner or later the Great Elder and Hunting Master Auris will avenge us.”

"Great Elder, Auris… those are indeed two familiar names,” Su Heng’s face showed a smile, but his words that followed were icy cold, “Unfortunately, they’re already dead.”

"No, that’s impossible, you’re lying to us!” Snow screamed.

In fact, being imprisoned here for so long, she had already harbored a vague sense of foreboding. But now her premonition became reality when Su Heng revealed it, and she suddenly felt unable to accept it.

"Even if that’s the case, what of it?”

Then, from the side Aguduo, who had been silent all this while, spoke with a cool tone carrying a threat: “What you see is just the tip of the iceberg of our tribe’s true strength.”

"Are you referring to Simmons and the Ark warship?” Su Heng’s smile remained unchanged.

"You!” Aguduo’s eyes widened, losing his previous composure, “How do you know about them?”

"They were indeed formidable adversaries, but regrettably, they made a fatal misstep,” Su Heng paced back and forth in the prison with his hands behind his back, his calm words belied the harsh reality, “Simmons is dead, and the Ark warship has become part of my collection.”

"What kind of joke is this!?”

Su Heng took a deep look at him, without giving a continued response. Instead, a flash of red light appeared behind him, revealing just a glimpse of the scene inside the Crucible of Flesh and Blood.

Across the blood-red plain, the torn bodies of the Demon Descendant warriors were enveloped in insect eggs. At the far end, the metal curvatures raised upwards were the remnants of the Ark warship’s armor after the explosion.

Utterly defeated!

The fact lay before their eyes, and there was no need to elaborate on the process.

After millennia of scheming, all was in vain. Snow found herself gasping for air, opening her mouth in violent breaths before closing her eyes, tears of blood running down her cheeks. Immediately afterward, the pale blue veins on her jaw tensed, and from those parched lips, Su Heng heard the most desperate, painful, and yet most exquisite howling she had ever made in her life.

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