One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

An Ran leaned against the windowsill, her long hair cascading down, the hazy moonlight casting a layer of silver-white on her smooth strands. The girl’s skin, under the moonlight, looked almost translucent, revealing faint bluish veins on her neck and chest.

Luo Qi stared at her companion, momentarily stupefied.

It took several breaths before she swallowed and massaged her temples, and just like that, the sliver of sleepiness she had managed to muster vanished without a trace.

"Having Dragon Blood spirit sure is great."

Luo Qi’s eyes drooped, her tone mocking with jealousy, "All night, every night, you don’t sleep, and your skin still looks so good. Not a bit oily, nor any pimples. How do you expect us mere mortals to live on, huh?"

An Ran giggled twice, scratching her head, "Have you been having trouble sleeping at night?"

She asked with concern.

"What do you think?" Luo Qi rolled her eyes, her voice laced with annoyance, "Don’t know which girl talks in her sleep every night. I have to be careful not to wake up one day to find you’ve turned into that old codger An Shelie. Living in constant fear, how can I possibly get a good night’s sleep?"

"Ah... this..." An Ran lowered her head, abashed, twiddling her fingers, unable to find the words to respond.

"I thought I’d get a couple of days of peaceful sleep after An Shelie was driven away by the commander, yet here you are, waking up in the middle of the night."

Luo Qi tied her disheveled long hair behind her head, glaring as she interrogated, "What are you sneaking out of bed for?"

An Ran did not answer.

Her feet, clad in long socks, stepped on the moonlit floor, making a banging noise.

She crouched beside the bed, pulling out a well-sealed wooden box from the shadows where the moonlight couldn’t reach.

"I spent some time these past few days bringing back the things we stored at the tavern."

An Ran flashed a smile at her companion and then opened the box.

"You still treasure those things so much." Luo Qi pouted, but her eyes were fixed on the box without blinking.

Click!

The box opened, revealing some change of clothes.

An Ran pulled out the clothes, and beneath were the fruits of their travels so far.

There were weapons forged at great cost but barely used, Buddha Beads bracelets sought from temples, and medicinal herbs picked from the mountains, as well as beautifully patterned stones collected from the riverbank. An Ran took out a silver Amulet from the box, placing it against her chest.

"This is the fee the villagers gave us." Luo Qi stated instinctively.

A poor village under Canglong Mountain had been attacked by a yoma, and An Ran had helped them with the trouble. In return, the village chief compensated with this Amulet.

"The chief said the Amulet could bring good fortune." An Ran said with a smile, "It seems he was right."

The last item was taken out of the box.

It was a doll sewn from coarse cloth, its stitches rough.

The fabric bore dark red stains, like congealed blood.

The doll’s mouth was stretched wide into a smile, but the bloodstains lent it a sinister appearance.

An Ran’s smile slowly turned rigid and desolate. She bowed her head, her smooth hair hanging down. Luo Qi propped her chin on her wrist, sighing, "I never thought you’d still keep this doll after all these years."

"After all, it’s the last thing my sister left me." An Ran, facing the moon, lifted the doll.

"So ugly."

She murmured softly and then hugged the doll tightly.

It was as if she had traversed the years to embrace her sister once more.

The An family was powerful, their bloodline carrying the essence of dragons. But most of the elders and descendants within were deformed and hideous monsters. This was the result of their pursuit to closely resemble their ancestors, leading to bloodline deterioration through generations of inbreeding.

An Ran was lucky.

Her appearance was normal, and her bloodline purity was the strongest in the family’s history.

But her sister hadn’t been so fortunate.

Even now, Luo Qi had little recollection of the girl.

She only remembered a homely but adorable little girl, a bit clumsy, unstable on her feet due to deformity. But she was obliging, saving her favorite cakes to share with a smile, even when they had long gone bad.

An Ran had been close to her sister.

Back then, Luo Qi was the guard assigned to keep An Ran confined within the family.

She would often see, at the end of their practice sessions and under the sunset’s glow, the sister waddle towards An Ran like a little duckling seeking an embrace.

The two of them hugging each other, their shadows elongated by the sun, displayed an enviable bond.

Yet one day, the sister vanished.

To enhance An Ran’s bloodline purity, the sister was sacrificed by the elders, refined into a human pill through foul sorcery, and fed to her unknowing sister...

"Hehehe, An’an..." An Ran smiled gently under the moonlight.

She placed the blood-stained doll carefully back in the box, saying calmly, "Sister will avenge you."

"Vengeance?"

A voice, cold and authoritative, unfamiliar yet eerily familiar, suddenly rang in their ears.

The voice was haughty, filled with merciless mockery and ridicule, "Whom do you seek vengeance against, and what gives you the right to claim it?"

Luo Qi felt as if she had plunged into a pit of ice.

Her eyes widened, forgetting to breathe, her body stiffened.

She turned inch by inch, a burly old man with disheveled white hair and a lion-like face stood in the middle of the room, his eyes sunken and golden, radiating a malevolent and angry gleam, "An Ran, did you think you could escape!?"

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