One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Although Solban’s strength was not as great as Su Heng’s, his realm was higher.

Having just sensed a faint aura emitted by Su Heng, Solban could roughly determine the realm Su Heng had reached.

Solban thought for a moment and said, "This realm mainly involves the accumulation of spiritual power. Without sufficient spiritual power, even if the Cultivation Technique practiced is strong, it is nothing but a castle in the air, unable to unleash its true power."

Su Heng nodded and asked, "How did you cultivate initially?"

"The Great Sage regarded me as a flesh vessel for a certain ancient Buddha and provided me with many precious cultivation resources. On one hand, I consumed and assimilated them; on the other, I recited scriptures and adhered to my original heart. If there were any unique secret techniques..."

Solban answered, "There are many great terrors on Skull Plain, especially on the ancient road leading to Tinara Prairie."

"Facing those unknown horrors, life-and-death crises.

Every time, I could feel my physical body and soul merging highly. Although dangerous, progress was rapid, significantly accelerating the digestion of the spiritual elixirs."

"I see." Solban had cultivated to his current realm in less than a century.

Su Heng noted them down.

Seeing his serious demeanor, Solban, in a joking tone, said, "This method might not be very useful for you. Your physical body is too strong; finding something that poses a threat to you in this world might not be easy."

"That’s not necessarily true." Su Heng shook his head but thought of that disk-shaped ark warship.

"Any news of the Demon Descendants recently?"

"Yes!" Solban’s expression became a bit solemn as he answered, "Recently, many Demon Descendants have emerged from Dragon Abyss, attracting several well-known bounty hunters to come. Even some Loose Cultivators are trying to form teams to hunt them down, able to exchange them for a large amount of resources from the treasure vaults of the Zhou dynasty."

"But I feel there’s something strange about this." Solban furrowed his brow, "These Demon Descendants have cunning methods, but average strength. It’s like they’re deliberately creating confusion, trying to cover something up."

"It’s indeed cruel, using their own lives as bait."

Su Heng also felt it was somewhat troublesome.

Whether it’s coercive or voluntary, being able to have such organization demonstrates a unity not to be underestimated.

"Hmm?" Su Heng’s expression suddenly changed as he looked towards the distance.

"What’s wrong?" asked Solban.

Su Heng diverted his gaze back, "I just seemed to detect a mark left on that black-robed Demon Descendant."

Thinking of the abnormal behavior of the Demon Descendants before, Solban said, "This matter is strange and might be a trap. Auris holds a very high status among the Demon Descendants. Since you severely injured him and due to their quest for the Dragon Bones, these people might try everything to harm you before the Dragon Tomb opens."

"Yes, you make a good point." Su Heng nodded but still stood up.

"Are you still planning to follow?" Solban also stood up, facing the slightly dim sunset. The two stood in a courtyard with lush trees. Solban felt a surge of blood, as if he saw the two of them on a battlefield, clearing thousands of troops, ready for battle.

"What are you thinking?" Su Heng waved his hand in front of his eyes, "Knowing it’s a trap and still jumping into it, am I that foolish?"

"Ah?"

Solban made a puzzled face, "Then what do you plan to do?"

In fact, if he were facing slightly inferior opponents, Su Heng would have charged forward directly with his super strength. But the Demon Descendants were an ancient race, and he could not guess what strange cards these people still held in their hands.

Su Heng’s strength had improved once again, but it was best to remain cautious in this matter.

It was time to utilize his super intelligence.

"Wendao was established by the strongest foes against the Demon Descendants in ancient times, inheriting similar responsibilities to this day," Su Heng said. "First, gather some information, then report these findings to Wendao and see how they choose to handle it."

"Great idea!" Solban clapped his hands in approval.

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Su Heng set off, merely observing from a distance, careful not to startle the prey.

Once he confirmed the Demon Descendants’ hideout in Dragon Abyss, he left gracefully. He then went to the Dao Kan Mountain station and met Zhao Jue, presenting him with the information he had gathered. Upon seeing the contents, Zhao Jue’s expression became serious instantly.

It wasn’t long before the disciples of Dao Kan Mountain started to act.

The news spread further.

The other three Wendao also began to make their moves, reacting accordingly.

As the sun set and night fell, the usually quiet Rock City was suddenly stirred by a piece of news.

The four great Wendaos had discovered a Demon Descendant outpost in Dragon Abyss.

A joint bounty was issued.

Anyone who participated in the upcoming battle would gain a reward.

Moreover, eliminating a Demon Descendant would yield a considerable reward from Wendao’s hands.

Dragon Abyss had been open for a while, and although there were still many precious resources waiting to be unearthed, these resources were either in environments too harsh, shrouded in poisonous miasma, or guarded by powerful beasts. Even cultivators of the Earth Immortal Realm would face danger if they tried to mine these resources forcibly.

Earth Immortals, despite being immortal and immune to conventional damage,

Once injured, the wounds could penetrate deep into the spirit and were extremely troublesome. The cost of recovery was astonishing.

In such circumstances,

Forced mining could very well result in a loss that outweighed the gain.

Under these circumstances, the bounty issued by Wendao was like a shining gold mine in the dark of night. Hunting Demon Descendants would not only fulfill the bounty and yield payment from Wendao, but could also swap for precious treasures from the royal dynasty’s treasuries, much like what a bounty hunter does.

One job, two payments.

Some people couldn’t sit still any longer, their eyes sparkling, their entire being excited.

They immediately called up their friends, assembled teams, and rushed to the location announced in the bounty.

The responsibilities of Wendao and the bounty hunters called for no less.

Moreover, with more or less a herd mentality, some who were originally hesitant saw their peers hastily departing. The eager and competitive demeanor, as if scrambling for treasures, suddenly stirred an itch in their hearts. Fine, let’s follow and see, they thought.

Perhaps they could take advantage of the chaos to kill one, or snatch a Demon Descendant’s head—that would mean instant wealth.

Carrying various kinds of thoughts.

More and more people were leaving Pan Rock City, until eventually it was as if the whole nest had emerged.

Solban and Su Heng stood on a steep cliff not far outside the city, as the night breeze gently brought bursts of bird calls.

The two watched the streaks of light rapidly passing through the pitch-black forest below. The sounds of breaking air mixed with the noises of trees being smashed and collapsing created a wave of black smoke rolling along with the booming air waves, making the scene quite magnificent. Many birds and beasts ran around with their tails between their legs, not knowing what madness those calves were up to in the middle of the night.

"Tsk tsk!" Su Heng was somewhat speechless, "It seems like we’ve stirred up quite a commotion."

"Damn, it’s really spectacular!" Solban rolled up his sleeves, his face full of eager excitement. Enjoy more content from

Back when he was a barbarian in Skull Plain, the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty had him pinned to the ground and brutally beat him.

Now things were different.

Seeing such a scene full of masters and feeling the slight trembles under his feet, Solban felt truly that these guys were full of martial virtue and he was filled with the impulse to charge forward and fight fiercely!

"Let’s go, let’s follow them and see," Su Heng took a deep breath, feeling a hot breath circling in his chest.

The elite of the four great immortal mountains, dagger hand, plus so many loose cultivator experts.

Those Demon Descendants, no matter what traps they set.

Probably nothing will work.

Whoosh!

He made up his mind and no longer hesitated.

His arms shook tearing through the air in front of him, his body transformed into a streak of black light, shooting forward, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the deep night.

Solban was initially stunned but quickly reacted, hurriedly speeding up to follow.

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In a secluded valley to the northwest of Dragon Abyss.

Feeling the slight tremors coming from the ground, the great elder sighed, knowing his arrangement was somewhat flawed.

His spiritual power was formidable, and even in a cave, he could generally guess what was happening outside. Clearly, the current scene had spiraled out of control and was not part of his plan.

Flames flickered back and forth in the dimly lit cave.

At a pitch-dark corner, a series of hurried footsteps were heard.

The two armored guards stationed by the great elder’s side instinctively raised their long swords, assuming a defensive posture.

The great elder slightly raised his hand, stopping their actions.

A figure quickly entered from outside; his body was wounded, blood soaking his tight black clothing making him look quite bedraggled. However, his violet eyes were bright, as if he had resolved to put his life and death aside.

Bang!

Bader came before the great elder and knelt on one knee.

"Those adverse people have surrounded our camp, and the situation is perilous. I possess the talent to mimic your aura, allowing me to create an opportunity for you," he said.

The great elder calmly said, "Good!"

He took off his black robe and handed it to Bader.

Then a guard brought a spare staff, which Bader carefully received.

The great elder patted Bader on the shoulder, who nodded resolutely. He then draped the black robe over himself, took the staff, and hurriedly left, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

His tight black attire, and the proliferating flesh on his left arm had been removed, wrapped in bandages. Tiny black and red blood stains continued to seep out, spreading outward.

The great elder looked around and said, "Let’s go."

Bang!

A portal slowly opened in the wall in front of them.

Several more figures with stern faces emerged from the darkness, following behind the great elder, forming a long line as they left one by one.

After the great elder passed through the complex, labyrinth-like tunnels.

He reached the outside world.

They were now over ten kilometers away on a desolate mountain, with fire blazing behind them, the sounds of fighting and screams continuously reaching them. The innate spiritual power of the Demon Descendants was even stronger than that of humans, with more acute senses and faster reactions. Even from such a distance, the great elder could still faintly hear some of his people’s dying moans.

The few elite Demon Descendants by his side were full of anger and hate.

Some even had bulging veins and bloodshot eyes, looking as if they could hardly wait to return to the camp and fight the humans to death.

The great elder glanced at them and calmly said, "This is meaningless.

Remember your anger and hatred today, there will be an opportunity. When the day of the end comes, inflict it upon your enemies."

The few young Demon Descendants gritted their teeth and nodded vigorously.

The group fell silent again.

The great elder sighed softly, about to lead the group to continue forward, but suddenly, a cold voice came from the sky.

"Your enemies are right here, let me see your so-called hatred."

The great elder stopped abruptly just as he had begun to step forward.

He sharply looked up, his pupils slightly constricting.

In the distance, on a dark towering mountain, a huge figure blocked the moonlight, slowly emerging. The man’s disheveled hair fell over his shoulders, and he held a dark spherical object in his robust palm, continuously dripping something downward.

Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Bader, his limbs removed and molded into a lump.

His face, mangled and bloody, looked back at the great elder from afar, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something.

But then—Pu!

With a slight squeeze of Su Heng’s palm, Bader’s body exploded.

Blown to bits, nothing remained but a mess of flesh.

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