One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 472: Chapter 393: Diverting Trouble Eastward, Bringing Disaster Upon Oneself

The sky was vast and the grasslands were a verdant green.

It seemed like a heavy rain had fallen last night, and the vast grasslands looked even fresher and boundlessly lush.

A cold wind mixed with moisture blew from a distance, causing the grass leaves to droop. Many cattle, sheep, and horses could be seen running back and forth on the grass, lowering their heads to drink water. The livestock’s calls were continuous, coupled with the melodious singing of the herdsmen. This grassland was like Heaven, brimming with a tranquil and leisurely atmosphere.

But Solban had no time to admire it.

The life force of those corpses was incredibly tenacious, and there were many of them.

Even with the aid of the Sun Iron Essence, Solban had only barely managed to carve a bloody path out.

And more importantly…

He could feel part of that ancient existence’s gaze from Changsheng Heaven seeming to fall on him. Cold and horrifying, it drove him to keep fleeing forward.

At that moment, a burst of laughter came from a distance.

Two figures, one black and one white, appeared in front of Solban with a flash.

Their aura was like yin and yang, filling the surroundings and creating a blockage that immediately slowed Solban down.

Solban’s brows furrowed slightly.

"Who are you?” he asked sternly. “I have no grievances with you, why do you obstruct me here?”

"No grievances?” The Second Elder pointed his iron pen at Solban and sneered coldly, “A man without guilt bears the guilt of possessing jade. Hand over the Sun Iron Essence you carry, and we will spare your life.”

"Hmph,” Solban said, “And if I don’t?”

"Then you can’t blame us, brothers, for being impolite,” Great Elder Xu Hao raised his hand, lifting the black cloak draped over him. His body swelled rapidly, and the intense force distorted the air, forming a sweeping shadow under the sunlight.

"Ignorant fools, courting death!” A fierce look crossed Solban’s face.

He shivered his arms, activating the Dragon Blood within him.

With a gentle tremor along his spine, the long-stored power in his muscles burst forth, shattering the air in an instant, and the mighty force transformed into a dark furious dragon. His body leaped high, reaching the peak of his aura, and then he threw a ground-shaking punch directly at the heads of the brothers from the sect.

"Well done!” Great Elder Xu Hao was burly, his muscles well-developed.

Seemingly practising a type of horizontal training, he showed no fear at Solban’s full-force strike; instead, excitement flushed his face.

His aura also soared to its peak.

Equally throwing a broad and powerful punch forward, he clearly intended to meet Solban head-on.

However…

As a streak of sunlight passed through the sky.

The metal knuckles in Solban’s hand suddenly gleamed, shimmering brilliantly.

The Great Elder’s brow twitched, sensing trouble; the spiked knuckles were evidently forged from Sun Iron Essence.

Though his knowledge of Sun Iron Essence was limited, recent events at Wanliu Manor had made headlines. Sun Iron Essence’s strong restraining effect on the undying nature of Earth Immortals was not unfamiliar news to him. Ȑά₦Ȏ𐌱Ёṩ

With that thought, a sense of crisis surged in the Great Elder’s heart.

He pulled back his own punching force and then sidestepped, slipping past Solban like a fish.

Boom!

The long-accumulated punch hit nothing.

Using the blast’s impact, Solban didn’t linger to fight but instead dashed straight towards the distance.

"Chase!” Although slightly at a disadvantage from their initial clash, excitement rose on the faces of Xu Hao and Moro, the two Elders.

Their initial hunch was right.

Solban was indeed at the end of his strength and no longer had the power to fight.

But…

The Second Elder’s brow furrowed slightly, “The direction this man is fleeing seems somewhat off.”

The Great Elder didn’t react at first, surprised, “What’s so odd about that direction?”

"Could he be confused? The direction that guy is heading to is not Jiang Er, but our sect’s headquarters,” the Second Elder answered.

"That is rather strange indeed,” the Great Elder pondered briefly, being a bit thick-skinned, he stopped thinking if he couldn’t understand, “Isn’t this just like walking into a trap? It’s actually good news.”

"Indeed!”

Watching as Solban got further away.

The two didn’t dare waste time and sprinted forward at full speed.

…

The entrance to the sect was located in a marshland area.

The vast lakes were like mirrors reflecting the flowing clouds above, with several small hills nearby.

Various courtyards and bell towers were built on these hills. The bell tones were melodious, with cultivators sitting in the pavilions enjoying the lake scenery while discussing philosophy with friends over tea.

At that moment, as ripples appeared on the lake, the sect’s Mountain Protection Array was activated.

A deep blue light shot up to the sky, dispersing the clouds. Right after, a thin old man dressed in black and holding a horsetail whisk walked out slowly.

This man was the Sect Master of the sect, Du Junyan.

He had already received a message from the Great Elder in advance and was prepared for an interception here.

Despite feeling that the behavior of the two was inappropriate, the Demon Dragon had always acted in a dominant manner. For example, the Vajra Sect, which had never provoked them, was directly destroyed. Now that there was already a conflict with Zong, it’s better to be thorough and leave no loose ends, and perhaps even keep this whole incident secret.

Zong was ready for battle.

With the activation of the Mountain Protection Array, numerous Elders emerged behind the Sect Master Du Junyan, all wearing expressions of grave seriousness.

Swish!

Solban appeared in the distance, his figure somewhat disheveled.

As a streak of brilliance passed by, he hovered in mid-air, turning back as if waiting for something.

The Great Elder and Second Elder pursued Solban from behind.

Having seen Solban stopped mid-air and entrapped, surrounded and with no escape, the Great Elder suddenly let out a strange laughing sound, “Well, go on and run, I want to see where you can escape to.”

The Second Elder also laughed, although his laugh seemed forced.

By all accounts.

At this point, Solban should have been in a hopeless situation.

Yet, there was no sign of fear on his face, instead, his eyes on them looked as if seeing talking corpses.

Putting aside the possibility that the other party had gone mad, such a reaction was certainly abnormal.

A sense of unease began to well up in the Second Elder’s heart, regretting the impulsive act driven by greed.

It seemed Solban saw through what the Second Elder was thinking and coldly chuckled, “Your lives are already so brief, why insist on taking shortcuts? Sometimes greed is not scary, what’s scary is foolish ignorance.”

"A sharp-tongued fellow indeed,” the Second Elder said angrily, hoping to see if he could still spout nonsense after decapitating him later.

Solban merely shook his head and let out a laugh, “Unfortunately, you are destined not to see that happen.”

"They’re here!” Solban suddenly sighed and said.

"Who are ‘they’?” Everyone was startled upon hearing him.

They initially thought the person Solban mentioned was the infamous and powerful Northern Border Demon Dragon.

But clearly it was not since it referred to multiple people, and given the Demon Dragon’s style of action, which is usually domineering, seldom would they bother to conceal their tracks so seriously just for some minor characters.

Just as the Second Elder was about to instinctively mock him back.

"Ah!!!”

Suddenly, a scream unlike any human sound burst forth from within the sect.

It was like a grenade exploding in a quiet room, startling everyone and instantly drawing all their attention.

"Sss Sect Master Du Junyan of Zezong turned toward the sound, then suddenly widened his eyes in shock and sucked in a breath of cold air.

Inside the sect, glaringly obvious, was a young female disciple he usually cherished, pinned down by a rotting corpse. The corpse, covered in green fur and barely recognizable as human, with blood-red eyes, was violently biting chunks of flesh from the disciple.

This female Disciple with only Heavenly Deceit Cultivation, lacking Undying qualities, lost her life force in just a few bites. Eventually, even her delicate head was viciously torn off, leaving only a bald gap on her shoulders.

"You vile creature, how dare you!” Du Junyan felt a surge of anger rising, his eyes instantly reddened.

Swish!

He formed a sword with his fingers, thrusting forward.

This was an angry strike with no holding back, enhanced by the Mountain Protection Array.

Yet, when it hit the rotten corpse, it produced a sound like metal striking iron and only left a scratch on its body, sending it flying without inflicting any significant damage.

"Such horrifying defensive power!” Everyone was surprised.

And what was more horrifying was that the creatures appearing inside the sect weren’t just this one.

As billows of decaying smoke rose, dozens of rotting corpses emerged from the ground. Despite the activation of the Mountain Protection Array, it failed to keep them out but instead trapped the disciples inside, allowing the corpses to rampage and massacre.

This sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard.

The situation deteriorated rapidly.

Many of the Elders beside Du Junyan went forth to intercept, but those rotting corpses were incredibly powerful, far beyond their match.

The blood of the Elders mixed with the pieces of the disciples’ bodies, the scene, which was just like a paradise, turned into a human Purgatory in the blink of an eye, gruesomely bloody and full of relentless screams, making one’s scalp tingle.

"What on earth is going on here?” The Second Elder was stunned by the scene before him, then flew into a rage. His eyes bloodshot as he looked at Solban, his face accusing.

"Isn’t this a mess of your own making?” Solban sneered, “Thanks to you attacking me, I could dump these troublesome filthy things on your heads.”

"You!” The Great Elder raged.

He swung his fist, ready to fight Solban in a life-and-death struggle.

Solban, of course, was fearless, as he had already received a message from Su Heng that his backing was about to arrive.

But before his fist could land, another thunderous noise resounded. The ground was clearly splitting and bulging upward, with thick smoke spurting out, forming a sky-obscuring black curtain. A huge hand emerged from the fissure, soaring into the sky.

Its fingers spread wide, as if to arrogantly grasp the sun in the sky.

The bright daylight quickly dimmed, turning the sun into an eerie pitch black.

The world suddenly quieted down, only the “quack-quack” sounds representing death could be heard. Flakes of rotting black feathers fell from the sky, with hordes of red-eyed crows circling above.

In the palm of that enormous hand, a dark and terrifying figure stood, arms crossed, with a cape woven from the hair of corpses fluttering behind him.

His face bore a reckless smile, saying, “This is fate, this is the beginning of everything, when will I, the Immortal Corpse King, come to rule this place.”

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