One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Rustle! Rustle!

The bamboo forest swayed, and black mist surged.

No one knew what had happened in the thousands of years since Dharma King Temple had vanished.

What was once a peaceful scene had now transformed into a bizarre and perilous situation. Every leaf in the bamboo forest was incredibly sharp, as if they were blades forged from divine metal. Su Heng walked along a cobblestone path, his robe torn and tattered.

The robe he was wearing was woven from "Bodhisattva’s Cut Hair," impervious to water and fire, resistant to swords and blades.

Yet now, it was shredded into countless strips of fabric, its metallic luster skin exposed.

One could imagine just how sharp these mutated bamboo leaves were.

They could be used as divine weapons outside.

Whoosh!

Drawn by an unknown force, they flew toward Su Heng, seeking to incinerate him.

These ghost fires seemed low in temperature, but in reality, they were like white phosphorus. Once they clung to the body, they were difficult to extinguish, stopping only once they had melted every bit of flesh and bone. Su Heng frowned slightly, paused in his steps, and burst forth with a puff of dark gray energy.

This dark energy spread like a tidal wave, whipping up a storm on the narrow path.

The ghost fires were instantly extinguished.

Even the black mist enveloping the bamboo forest was dispersed.

Strands of sinister blood light beamed down from the sky. The moon in the Dharma King Temple was crimson. And upon closer examination, what shone in the sky was not a celestial body, but a severed Buddha head, from whose broken neck blood tears flowed—an eerie sight.

The gales spread the bamboo leaves, which grew sideways, widely clearing a path under Su Heng’s feet.

He continued forward, encountering no further troubles.

He smoothly crossed the bamboo forest and arrived at the herbal garden recorded on the map.

Left unattended for thousands of years, this once vibrant place, teeming with divine herbs, was now overgrown with weeds taller than a meter and desolate. In the distance, several straw huts, probably temporarily erected by monks, now collapsed and covered in dust, with spider webs congealing over the ruins.

Su Heng continued to delve deeper, hoping for some gains.

He arrived at the center of the medicinal garden, where a pool paved with black stones lay. The source of the water was unknown, but even after thousands of years, it remained crystal clear, free of any impurities. A breeze blew, and the water shimmered.

On it grew a black lotus, emitting a faint glow and a fragrance that captivated the heart, extremely extraordinary in appearance.

"This thing..." Su Heng’s eyes lit up, recognizing its history, "It seems like a Tribulation Crossing Lotus."

In Changqing County, just as he stepped onto the path of martial arts, Su Li once told him that a martial artist’s inherent capabilities are predestined, unchangeable, and determine the rate of strength enhancement and the upper limits one could reach. But in reality, this wasn’t absolutely true.

As his strength improved, so did his horizons.

Su Heng knew of some postnatal treasures that could alter innate qualities without any side effects.

The Tribulation Crossing Lotus in front of him was one of them. Especially since the effect of the Tribulation Crossing Lotus was not on the flesh and bones, but on the spirit. It could enhance a cultivator’s spiritual power, boost their perception, and even for a cultivator at the level of Heavenly Deceit Realm, the effect of the Soul Summoning Lotus was immense.

Of course...

Su Heng was actually an exception.

His figure was infinitely increasing, and with it, his spirit foundation was also growing.

He just hadn’t reached Heavenly Deceit yet; this hidden potential in his body hadn’t been fully tapped into.

With an attributes panel, his foundation was profound; the boost from Tribulation Crossing Lotus wasn’t significant. However, it wasn’t useless. Su Heng could gift it to Su Li or other relatives and friends, which would greatly assist their future cultivation.

With the treasure in sight, a flash of eagerness passed through Su Heng’s mind, but he didn’t act immediately.

Instead, near the pool in the underbrush, Su Heng spotted some bones, translucent and emitting a dense luster, belonging to a physically trained powerhouse. From the feel of them, their owner had likely died not long ago, clearly indicating Su Heng wasn’t the first lucky one to arrive at this treasure spot.

Was there some kind of trap here? What exactly had they encountered here?

A thought flashed through Su Heng’s mind, followed by the sounds of footsteps, one light and one heavy.

A dim fog swirled, and the ground weeds were trampled apart.

Two Secret Monks from Skull Plain appeared within Su Heng’s view. The one on the left had bronze skin and a burly figure, with dense golden Sanskrit inscribed all over his body, even within his eyeballs. His gaze was intense, emanating a hot and fiery breath like a gigantic furnace.

The other was slightly shorter, draped in a red robe, with a thin layer of hair on his head. His fox-like face sparkled with a clever light, and the corners of his mouth continually held a faint smile, seeming quite shrewd and naturally warranting vigilance.

"A Tribulation Crossing Lotus. It seems we are quite lucky," said the monk named Flack, his eyes gleaming upon discovering the treasure in this abandoned herbal garden.

"There is also another person here," his companion named Zhu Fu reminded in a soft voice.

"Hm!" Flack’s rough eyebrows furrowed slightly, "A cultivator from the Central Plains!"

As the breeze blew, he saw Su Heng standing amidst black weeds; a flash of anger crossed his eyes, "This is Dharma King Temple, the secret heritage of my Skull Plain, yet it is interfered with and tainted by you cultivators from foreign lands, which infuriates me indeed!"

"You barbarians are always like this, too standoffish," Su Heng laughed softly, his voice gentle, "What’s yours and mine, now that I’ve seen it, it’s all mine. You should feel honored that I deign to take your things."

"Fuck your mother!" Flack, practicing the Esoteric Sect’s body refining technique, was naturally hot-tempered. Discover stories at empire

Provoked by Su Heng, he instantly flew into a rage. This was not just an expression; he literally spewed out a three-foot-long flame from his nostrils while his ferocious face and bloodshot eyes clearly showed his extreme anger, which was quite frightening.

"A mere cultivator who isn’t even from the Heavenly Deceit Realm dares to spout madness in front of this Buddha!" Flack roared, immediately saying, "Watch me tear you to pieces alive."

"You’re welcome to try," Su Heng said with a smile on his face.

The strength was too weak; even the angry threats seemed somewhat laughable to him.

"Something’s not quite right with this guy," Zhu Fu whispered beside him, "There’s been a strange change in the bamboo forest outside the garden. It’s very dangerous, but this person got here with hardly any injuries."

"I know," Flack took a deep breath and responded coldly, "But under the gaze of the Buddha, I cannot retreat."

Zhu Fu heard this and no longer spoke.

"Boy, you’ll regret coming here," Flack was furious to the extreme, but suddenly calmed down.

Each Sanskrit inscription on his body burst into light, his body swelled rapidly, reaching nearly four meters. His muscles bulged, blood vigor roiled, and in this ancient garden, it rose like a beacon, even dispersing the few thin clouds above, revealing the blood moon once more.

"Dush!" Flack let out a light grunt and immediately threw a punch towards Su Heng’s face.

He activated all the secret techniques he mastered to their limits and struck with all his might. Yet, before him, Su Heng still wore a look of sparse interest, his expression calm, his slightly curled hair lifting in the wind, and a black light rapidly expanding before his eyes—

Only when Flack’s peak punch almost hit him did Su Heng nonchalantly yawn.

"Not bad!" he nodded slightly, then casually swung his hand forward.

"You fucker!" Those two light words infuriated Flack enough to choke. Thankfully he was bald, or else his hair would be standing up by now. For a mere junior not even from the Deceit Realm to look down on him like this, it was too arrogant!

"Vajra Demon Suppressing Fist! Fuck you, go to hell!" Flack roared, his extremely fast punch colliding with the back of Su Heng’s hand.

Boom!

The collision of tremendous force, compressing the air.

Clouds of dust mixed with pebbles and dirt from the ground burst forth like a fountain, scattering noisily to the ground.

"What’s happened, did we win?" Zhu Fu felt a sudden pang in his heart.

Shua!

A streak of blood light swept past rapidly.

Zhu Fu instinctively dodged to the side, the smile disappearing from his face.

"What was that thing that just flashed past?" Zhu Fu felt a warm wetness on his neck and shoulders and instinctively reached up to touch it.

He spread his fingers and saw—blood!

Whose blood?

Zhu Fu turned around and then his pupils suddenly contracted.

In the black soil overgrown with weeds, a straight gouge stretched outward.

It reached the distant thatched cottage before finally exploding, embedding Flack’s robust body into the ruined earthen wall. His face was pale, his muscles twitching non-stop, his eyes wide open, no longer showing his previous vitality, his face frozen with horror and pain.

As if he had faced a great terror, encountered something beyond his understanding.

"Hiss…" Zhu Fu’s pupils trembled, seeing a fresh red pool of blood spreading beneath Flack, seeping into the soil.

From the waist down, his lower half completely vanished, cleaved at the waist!

"Can it be—Shua!" Zhu Fu turned sharply.

He saw the falling soil around Su Heng repelled by an invisible force, not landing on him.

His appearance was meticulous, his expression still calm as if no battle had occurred. And beside Su Heng, two thick legs still held a forward-moving stance, fresh blood oozing out from the severed pelvis.

"Just a casual fist, and Flack was instantly killed!" Watching the bloody scene before him, Zhu Fu felt a chill run down his spine.

With no desire to fight left in his heart, he turned and fled.

But Su Heng didn’t pursue. During his frantic escape, Zhu Fu accidentally stepped into a trap. The entire garden came to life suddenly, the ground boiling like water, the black weeds growing wildly, rubbing against each other, spreading like mud.

These black leaves were extremely tough, like living things, piercing Zhu Fu’s body like countless sharp blades.

He struggled desperately, reaching out one hand and letting out a bone-chilling scream of agony.

But it was in vain, under the blood-colored moonlight.

The weeds wrapped around Zhu Fu’s face and body, quickly enclosing him. The sounds of tearing flesh and breaking bones came simultaneously, the struggling quickly weakened. In just a few breaths of time, a Deceit Realm master was reduced to just a few dry bones, dead beyond doubt.

And the killing of Zhu Fu was clearly not enough for this bizarre garden.

Masses of black vine leaves still grew wildly, transforming into a tide that surged towards Su Heng.

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