One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Last time I visited Skull Plain was over two months ago.

Back then, the rift to the Mythical Battlefield had just opened within Fawang Temple, and its impact on the outside world was not yet apparent. But now, with the full-scale war between the Martial Artists of Skull Plain and the Immortal Sect families, the pollution spreading from the Mythical Battlefield, countless deaths, slaughter, and despair have visibly worsened the environment here.

A glance across the vast land reveals bodies rotting and teeming with maggots, both animal and human.

Thick plumes of blood-red smoke rise slowly.

Amid the vast land and the low-hanging gloomy sky, they add to the desolation.

Cold winds carry the scents of blood, gunpowder, and decaying flesh from the remnants of distant dead cities.

Bang!

Su Heng exerted a slight force under his feet.

In an instant, he crushed the air, his figure flashed, and he appeared amidst the ruins of an abandoned city.

His spiritual power swept over the city, confirming it was devoid of any living people. The city walls and the earth forts inside were directly toppled by the cavalry’s charge, with statues shrouded in golden bodies collapsing into pools of blood. Thick smoke billowed as crunching sounds of chewing flesh came from the ruins in the distance.

"This scent!?" Su Heng raised his eyebrows, lifted his head, and detected something unusual from the surrounding environment.

With a boom, he pushed aside the wall in front of him and stepped into another street.

The gate of the courtyard across the street was opened, and a strong stench of decaying corpses wafted out. A yak lay next to a well, while seven or eight emaciated human figures were crouched over its body, gnawing and tearing at something like wild beasts.

As if they heard the noise behind them,

One of the ragged middle-aged men looked up towards Su Heng’s direction.

His features were blurred, smeared with rotting, blackened blood, obscuring his original appearance. His mouth held a limp intestine, and his hands, face, and body were all smeared with copious amounts of blood—it was unclear where all that blood had come from; only his eyes flashed red.

"They’ve been contaminated by the power of the Longevity Heaven and transformed into ghoul-like undead," Su Heng frowned slightly, "This is rather bad."

The threat posed by these undead in terms of combat was secondary; the main concern was the plagues and viruses they carried, which amounted to a natural disaster for ordinary people. Even Su Heng suspected that some Martial Artists with weaker constitutions might not be able to withstand it if infected.

For these plagues were tainted with the power of Longevity Heaven and could not be judged by ordinary standards.

Su Heng had a towering build, causing quite a stir.

These undead showed no signs of intelligence and acted purely on instinct.

Being less than beasts, they naturally lacked emotions like fear. To the undead, Su Heng was nothing but a piece of moving meat.

The first undead that spotted Su Heng started howling softly, and soon dozens, hundreds of figures appeared, swaying in the shadows at the corners of the streets and alleys.

"Really asking for death!"

Su Heng huffed and exhaled a breath of turbid air from his mouth.

He reached out, splaying his fingers, allowing a powerful gravitational force to spread outward with his thoughts. Under the influence of this force, the intangible air instantly became harder than steel. The undead were first twisted like pretzels, then further compressed into meatballs the size of a bowl.

"Pop!"

Su Heng snapped his fingers, a surge of force sweeping through.

The meatballs began to burn, golden flames leaping and spreading further outwards. Experience more tales on

Dark red smoke billowed as the violent winds caused by the collapsing houses further fueled the fire, quickly enveloping the entire abandoned city.

Whoosh!

Su Heng took a step forward, appearing on a hillside outside the city.

The flames blazed, their dark red glow reflecting off his face. He had intended to go straight to the Hundred Buddha Temple to see what condition the old monk mentioned in the intelligence reports was in. However, it was evident from the events in this city that the environment of Skull Plain was deteriorating further.

"I need to visit the ruins of Fawang Temple first to see what the current situation of the Mythical Battlefield is," Su Heng made up his mind.

With the teleporting talent of the Dragon Maiden, the round trip wouldn’t take much time.

With that in mind, Su Heng didn’t hesitate, quickly determined the direction, and his body transformed into a blurry shadow. With a gust of wind, he sped toward the direction of Fawang Temple.

...

At the moment the rift in Longevity Heaven tore open, Su Heng’s breath slammed down.

Most of the structures within Fawang Temple were destroyed, evaporated by the aftermath of the breath. The smoke formed from the burning wooden structures was first sucked up into the sky. Then it slowly fell, finally forming a layer of black dust visible to the naked eye on the ground.

The dust bore some scattered, messy footprints.

These must have been made by envoys from the Immortal Sect and noble families who surveyed the area during Su Heng’s seclusion.

Considering the utmost importance of the Mythical Battlefield, it was reasonable to assume that these footprints might belong to forces from beyond the seven states of Jiang-E. But Su Heng didn’t care; those high-and-mighty forces didn’t seem to think that they alone could defend the Mythical Battlefield.

Even the death of Huang Long Daoist at the hand of Su Heng has not stirred any trouble in the Jingming Sect till now.

The ancient forces around Changyue and Linjiang have been quietly accumulating their strength, waiting for Jiang E to fall. Then, they will swoop in like lightning and divide the massive benefits of the Mythical Battlefield. Their approach has, ironically, calmed the external environment to a strange stillness.

Su Heng, for one, was happy to enjoy the quiet.

As he continued on his way, he soon arrived at the place where the Corruption Demon God Marpa had broken free from his seal.

Initially, the rifts in the Mythical Battlefield were only present on the ground, but now they had gradually spread to the void above. From a distance, they appeared like a fiery red lotus blooming amidst the ruins.

There was an indescribable sense of magnificent beauty to it.

However, the undercurrent of that splendor was filled with great danger.

Once these petal-shaped rifts completely closed up and formed a sphere, it would mean that the boundaries between the Immortal Heavens and the mortal realm were utterly shattered. At that moment, beings from the Blood Realm could freely enter and exit. Looking at the current situation, there may be less than two months left before this happened.

"We must advance the plan to go to Dragon Abyss," Su Heng murmured to himself, feeling a sense of urgency that was rare for him.

After confirming the situation at the Dharma King Temple without much delay,

He used his spiritual power to travel quickly, heading towards the direction of the Hundred Buddha Temple.

The three major Esoteric Sects had now become a burden. This trip to Skull Plain, all of the troubles he intended to sweep them all away once and for all, completely resolving them to ensure there would be no future issues!

...

On the wilderness outside the Hundred Buddha Temple on Skull Plain,

The tens of thousands of elite troops from the Yuan Family of Hanzhou were stationed out there.

A grey line created by a thrown spear separated them from the temple in the distance. They were awkwardly stuck in a stalemate, unable to advance or retreat.

In the camp, long spears stood in formation, and flags fluttered in the wind, but everything was engulfed in silence.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, in a world where martial prowess was akin to godliness, the might of an individual could indeed alter the outcome of a battle.

Sss!

In the center of the camp on an open field,

The bonfire roared, its flames licking a yak skewered on a wooden rack above it.

Dripping fat sparked upon the flames, crisping the meat to a tempting golden brown. In the shadow of the firelight, an armored hand reached out of nowhere, rudely tearing off a leg from the yak.

The owner of the hand was none other than Yuan Tianshu, the direct heir of the present Yuan Family.

Yuan Tianshu held the roasted yak leg but didn’t taste it right away. Instead, he fed it to a giant, fluffy wolf beside him.

The giant wolf was cloaked in cold, dark flames with blood-red eyes. It opened its mouth wide and bit off half of the yak leg—which was almost the size of an adult human—bones and all. Without much chewing, it threw back its head and swallowed.

"The wolf brother has a good appetite. It’s a pity that we are on a military campaign and can’t drink alcohol; otherwise, it would be even more delightful!"

Yuan Tianshu laughed heartily, patting the head of the giant wolf. The latter gave an irritated growl and bared its teeth at Yuan Tianshu but didn’t attack.

Yuan Tianshu gobbled down the remaining meat on the wolf’s leftover yak leg.

Just then, a slightly smaller man who was still over three meters tall leaped out from behind him.

This man had dense brows and large eyes, looking exceptionally young. His name was Yuan Fenglu, Yuan Tianshu’s cousin and the deputy general of the army.

"Cousin!" Yuan Fenglu saw him eating greasily and his eyes widened. He spoke irritably, "All the other immortal sects and noble families are out there fighting and earning their merits. We finally came out here only to sit around doing nothing, and you still laugh and joke! How improper! How improper!"

"What else can we do, then? That old monk’s cultivation and understanding of the Dao are unfathomable." Yuan Tianshu said, "He spared us once, which means we’re lucky. If we charge recklessly now, it might end up with us dying here, and as cultivators, we are destined to die on the battlefield someday anyway."

"But the key point is, dying in an unknown and worthless manner would be a joke," he added.

"Cousin, I—" Yuan Fenglu still looked unwilling.

But just as he tried to speak, Yuan Tianshu waved his hand to interrupt him, "How many times have I told you to address me by my military title while in the camp!"

"We martial artists must be spirited, but we can’t just act on a moment’s bravery." Yuan Tianshu patted his shoulder and advised.

"Understood, General!" Yuan Fenglu straightened his posture and saluted him. Then he asked with a helpless expression, "But that old monk drew a line outside, and our army is just waiting here. How long are we supposed to wait?"

"Don’t worry; it won’t be much longer." Yuan Tianshu’s face suddenly broke into a smile as if thinking of something, "I’ve already received the news that the legendary figure will take action personally. We are fortunate this time to witness the prowess of the number one figure in Jiang E with our own eyes."

"Really!" Yuan Fenglu lit up excitedly, as if he had just encountered an idol on the street.

"When have I ever lied to you," Yuan Tianshu laughed heartily.

At that moment—

"Awooo!" The giant wolf, full and feigning sleep on the ground, seemed to sense something. Its ears perked up, and it let out a loud howl.

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