One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 480: Chapter 399: Revealing the Truth, The Skinner

"Destruction Power! What is that?”

Most of the people present were loose cultivators, who had never heard of this term before.

Only a few vaguely realized something, swallowing dryly as their faces turned pale.

Master Liu Yun seemed somewhat distracted, but still explained, “It represents an existence above Demon Gods, each embodying the great terror within the realm of eternal life. And now they have reached out their demonic claws to the present world, and they are not far from us… This is definitely not a good omen.”

"Ah!”

At this point, Master Liu Yun let out another sigh and couldn’t help shaking his head.

"That means, our speculation just now was all wrong.” Another loose cultivator slowly came to the realization, “The Destruction Power descended here first, and for some unknown reason, the Northern Border Demon Dragon also appeared here, and a great battle broke out between the two.

The Immortal Sect is an old-established sect, I have met its Sect Master Du Daoist before; as a result, it has fallen to its current state just from being affected by the aftermath of the battle.”

The surrounding people finally began to form a basic concept of what “Destruction Power” meant.

"It should be the case, more or less.” Master Liu Yun nodded.

Someone nearby who seemed to know some inside information couldn’t help asking, “Why would the Destruction Power suddenly appear in Changyue? There is no Mythical Battlefield here.”

"How would I know that?” Master Liu Yun shook his head first, then speculated, “Perhaps it has something to do with some recent changes in Central State.”

What had happened recently in Central State?

The crowd pondered for a moment, and soon a vague impression emerged.

Wasn’t it the deterioration of Emperor Wu Ji Weihuang’s injuries and numerous strange phenomena emanating from the Mythical Battlefield?

The deeper they thought, the more unsettled they became. Cold wind mixed with the scent of gunpowder came howling from the distant wilderness. The sky was overcast, and the atmosphere around them became oppressively subdued.

These loose cultivators mostly focused their energy on their own cultivation, contemplating how to enhance their cultivation techniques and where to scavenge for resources tomorrow.

But now…

What seemed like a distant crisis had suddenly arrived before their eyes.

A huge sense of panic and helplessness rose in their hearts and intensified.

"What should we do if the day comes when the Mythical Battlefield collapses, plunging the world into chaos?” Someone with a vacant look murmured.

No one answered.

Even the generally pleasant Master Liu Yun floated away with his disciples at this point.

…

In Beie State, one of the Jiang Er Seven States, inside a tavern in a town.

The road outside was bustling with people, and there were plenty of customers inside. Most were people from jianghu, traveling merchants gathered together, talking and laughing, drinking merrily, creating a lively atmosphere.

Among them was a woman who caught everyone’s eye.

Her figure was curvy, skin bronzed, draped in a leather bustier and short skirt made of animal hide, with braided hair decorated with animal teeth and pebbles.

She exuded a wild allure, like an agile female warrior.

Beside her rested a hefty single-handed axe, and she was hearty and boisterous, clinking glasses with a few other groups.

Easily, she brought the mood to a climax, exchanging information back and forth, before eventually returning to her seat.

At a slightly dirty table nearby.

Sat a young man and woman, her younger brother and sister.

The three were called Li Mingyi, Li Mingyuan, and Li Mingsu.

Her younger brother Li Mingyuan, with his fair complexion and youthful appearance of about fifteen or sixteen, looked around, then asked somewhat puzzledly, “Sister, why did we leave our hometown to come all this way here?”

Li Mingyi laughed and said, “Isn’t it for our better development in the future?”

"Development?” Li Mingyuan was a bit confused, seemingly not expecting his usually carefree sister to have such thoughts.

Li Mingyi looked around, lowered her voice, and then said, “I heard something happened in Grassland State, where an exalted Immortal Sect was reduced to ruins overnight, rumored to be related to the Destruction Power. In such a changing world, where even Immortal Sects can perish without rhyme or reason, we’re even less significant than ants, just specks of dust beneath the storm.”

"Jiang Er Seven States used to be a Martial Arts Wilderness, but not anymore.

Here, under the protection of the Demon Dragon, even the beings above Demon Gods are said to give way. Plus, with the abundant resources produced in the Mythical Battlefield, even if we only manage to scrape up some soup here, we will never lack opportunities for development later on.”

Saying this, Li Mingyi’s face showed a look of pride, “Opportunities won’t just fall onto one’s head out of nowhere; one must strive for them. Sometimes being one step ahead is being ahead at every step. Accumulating like this, we will eventually see a world of difference.”

Li Mingyuan nodded and pondered seriously.

While his sister Li Mingsu smiled, standing up to refill the drinks.

Not long after, their meal ended, and Li Mingyi also extracted the information she wanted from the others.

The three left the tavern and continued down the path.

The sky grew dim.

A large mountain appeared at the end of the road, with the sound of whooshing wind emanating from within.

Li Mingyi looked up and said, “The day is already getting late; let’s find an inn nearby to stay, and we’ll continue our journey at the crack of dawn.”

Li Mingsu and Li Mingyuan were far less advanced in their cultivation than their sister and were tired from walking all day long.

Exhausted and weary.

They were naturally overjoyed to hear this proposal.

The trio searched outside and soon found an inn at the foot of a nearby mountain.

The inn clearly had some years on it, its exterior wood darkened, walls mottled, and a faded flag fluttered in the wind, with the large, blurred characters “West Mountain Inn” barely visible upon it.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the land was bathed in a red glow.

The air was filled with the scent of sand and dust, and the sinking sunlight stretched the shadow of the inn far away.

Covering the three siblings within it.

"Finally, we’ve found a place to rest,” Li Mingyuan’s face revealed a hint of joy as he was about to stride forward into the inn.

But the moment he stepped out, a rough and strong hand was placed on his shoulder.

Li Mingyuan immediately halted.

Looking up, he saw his sister.

"Why is this?” Li Mingyuan’s face was filled with confusion.

Li Mingyi’s pupils trembled slightly as she involuntarily took a step back, “Something’s not right, we need to leave this place quickly.”

She lowered her voice, “The inn is filled with the smell of blood; there must be something sinister happening.”

"Hiss

Upon hearing this, Li Mingyuan and Li Mingsu tensed up, their faces turning pale.

Bang!

Just at that moment.

The wind from the mountains, fierce, pushed open the half-closed door of the inn.

With the door wide open, the sight inside was exposed to the three of them. The floor was everywhere stained with blood, and on the dining tables in the hall were laid out various fresh innards.

The view deeper inside was obscured by the dim light, making it indistinct. But it only triggered more imagination, giving the impression of having arrived at hell itself.

Although Li Mingyi had some experience adventuring in the world, she had never before come across such a bloody scene. Not to mention her younger brother and sister, who managed not to fall to the ground in fright, were already doing quite well.

What was more terrifying was that with the door open, a tall, bloodstained figure emerged from the darkness. Its skin a dark red, it had four arms, clutching various blades, one of which still hung with freshly flayed human skin.

The tragedy that unfolded within the inn seemed to be this individual’s “masterpiece!”

No!

This creature wasn’t even human.

Li Mingyi, recalling the scene she had witnessed on the Imaging Stone, electrified, immediately realized, “A Demon Descendant!?”

"To think that in such a small place, there are still those who can recognize us, interesting,” the four-armed Demon Descendant said, smiling at the corners of his mouth as he slowly moved forward, “Indeed, although your cultivations are somewhat lacking, you three are excellent material for the ritual. It seems my following actions will be smooth.”

"Run!” Li Mingyi stretched her hand to push her two siblings away.

She herself took on a grave expression, gripping the hefty hand axe and assuming a combat-ready stance.

The Demon Descendant, however, appeared unconcerned, his eyes flashing coldly as he spoke calmly, “Remember who it was that killed you. I am Arturo of the Heavenly Punishment Tribe, the Skinning Arturo!”

…

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Demon Suppression Tower.

Bang!

With a dull thud emanating from his heart.

As if something had exploded, Su Heng’s huge body also violently trembled.

His bronze skin was originally covered in a layer of greasy sweat beads, which now were all scattered by the vibration, splashing outwards and forming a haze of mist.

Immediately after, his body temperature rapidly rose, and what flowed within his thick veins seemed no longer blood, but scorching, viscous magma. Even through his thick muscles, bright, reddish-gold light could be clearly seen stretching outwards, spreading into a net, finally interweaving together into a huge circulatory network that flowed through his entire body.

Sizzle!

With the network completed.

Su Heng’s body temperature reached its peak, and the sweat had not yet fallen when it instantly dissipated.

Even the surrounding air began to warp, forming dense smoke, and the walls of the chamber, cast from Radiant Stones, were melting and deforming like wax candles.

Fortunately, Su Heng quickly came to his senses from his deep meditative state and promptly reigned in his dissipating power.

Otherwise, if this had continued, the very foundation of the Demon Suppression Tower might become unstable and could even collapse outright.

He took several intense breaths, and then opened his eyes.

With two beams of bright light shooting out.

The originally dim chamber was suddenly enveloped in a splendid layer of golden light.

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