One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

An Chaluo slowly turned around, looking at Su Heng who had appeared behind him.

At that moment, the ferocious and angry expression on his face gradually calmed down, yet the air became heavier and hotter, as if enclosed within a burning furnace.

Luo Qi was trembling uncontrollably, aware of how this elder’s calm demeanor actually indicated that An Chaluo was furiously angry to the extreme, possibly on the verge of completely losing control.

"It seems you are An Ran’s backbone."

An Chaluo’s pupils turned reddish-gold, staring at Su Heng, and spoke in an unnaturally calm voice, "You are still very young. Do you know what it means to be my enemy?"

"To be your enemy?" Su Heng stepped forward, his lips curling into a terrifying smile.

There was no aura emanating from his body, yet the Dragon Power radiating from An Chaluo felt like a breeze over a hill, posing no threat to Su Heng.

"You’re not yet qualified to say that to me."

Su Heng stood still before An Chaluo, lifting his chin, "It would be more fitting for An Shelie to come."

The entire Demon Suppression Tower trembled thunderously, his vitality surged, his body rapidly expanded, tearing his clothes apart, revealing skin covered inch by inch in yellow brass dragon scales under the moonlight. An Chaluo’s voice, rough and raspy layered upon itself, sounded like two pieces of rusting metal grinding against each other.

"Young man, so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, I had originally intended to spare your life, but no more—"

The ground beneath An Chaluo’s feet suddenly exploded.

His massive and muscular body enlarged rapidly within Su Heng’s field of view, like a dark golden tide surging towards him.

"Cut!" Su Heng scoffed, his eyes bloodshot and reddening as he entered a bloody rage state.

Transformed Dragon State, Ghostly Back, Skeleton Dragon Armor’s Gravity Lock... A gigantic tail violently extended from Su Heng’s spine outward.

With a "snap" in mid-air, it made a cracking sound.

Su Heng, with violent force, shot forward like a black line.

Bang!

The golden tide dispersed instantly.

Su Heng’s body emitted a great amount of dense smoke as he slowly stopped near a window.

Moonlight fell upon his body where the gruesome scales and bone tail were rapidly retracted into his body, leaving only handfuls of viscous organs still lingering in the palm of Su Heng’s hand.

Su Heng clenched his five fingers, and with a "squelch," the organs were crushed into a mash of flesh that splattered to the ground.

Behind him, An Chaluo, with a look of astonishment, looked down.

Half of his body had already been destroyed by Su Heng’s dragon claw—his heart, lungs, and ribs—all were torn out by Su Heng in one motion. The left side of his body, as if devoured by a giant beast, had completely disappeared. Through the viscous blood pouring out, Su Heng’s majestic silhouette bathed in silvery moonlight was clearly visible.

"You..."

An Chaluo could hardly believe it.

Why had Su Heng, who had not shown any signs of his capabilities just moments before, suddenly turned into such a violently exaggerated monster.

But he no longer had the opportunity to ponder this, as a figure of the Deceit Realm indeed possessed a formidable physique. However, with his organs torn out to such an extent, such injuries wouldn’t last long. An Chaluo staggered forward a few steps and finally couldn’t maintain his posture, collapsing backward into his own pool of thick blood.

Crash!

Noisy footsteps came from outside the door.

It was the elders of the Demon Suppression Bureau who heard the sounds of the fight and had quickly gathered from all over the Demon Suppression Tower.

"Bureau Chief!?" Zhou Guiyu’s eyes widened, not understanding what had just happened.

"Clean up the blood on the floor." Su Heng spoke calmly.

"Understood." Zhou Guiyu did not ask further.

Using his demon corpse talent, he summoned a large flow of water to clean the battlefield. Seeing that Su Heng seemed to have something to discuss with the two guests, the other elders tactfully left. Within a few breaths, only Su Heng, Luo Qi, and An Ran remained in the room.

"I’m sorry." An Ran exited her Dragon Transformation State, bowing her head to Su Heng like a little girl who had done something wrong, "I’ve caused you trouble again."

"It’s fine." Su Heng waved his hand, "It’s included in the contents of our cooperation."

Su Heng chuckled, then continued, "I was wondering why the relationship between you and your family was so fiery. I didn’t expect such a thing to happen..."

"It’s all in the past." An Ran sighed and shook her head.

"Since the fall of An Shelie, his family’s status has plummeted significantly, and they have been like rats in the gutter, chased and hunted these years." Luo Qi said, "Dragon Blood is their only reliance; they have placed too much importance on bloodline, leading them to become more extreme on this path."

"A thousand years, though it sounds long—"

"For beings of the Heavenly Deceit Realm, with lifespans often spanning three to five hundred years, it is merely the span of two or three generations." f

"Well said."

Su Heng nodded slightly, as if suddenly noticing something, he looked out the window.

"Strength comes from oneself; if one’s spirit cannot control the power, then one will ultimately meet with self-destruction." An Ran added.

As she spoke, she too sensed that unique pulsation.

Su Heng lowered his head, and the two exchanged glances.

"What happened?" Among the three present, only Luo Qi had not noticed anything unusual. Her eyes widened, her face filled with perplexity.

"The tomb of the Eight-Armed Dragon King seems to be opening."

An Ran’s face showed a complex expression as she looked towards Canglong Mountain.

Beneath the bright moonlight, a beam of golden light could faintly be seen rising from the mountains. Moments later, Luo Qi felt the ground tremble slightly, accompanied by a deep and ancient booming sound. She took a deep breath, clenched her fists, "We have finally come to this day."

"It’s time to fulfill our agreement." An Ran looked up at Su Heng.

"Hmm." Su Heng waved his hand, plucked a black cloak hanging from a rack out of thin air, and draped it over his shoulders. A chill breeze blew in from the window, causing the hem of the cloak to rise and fall under the misty moonlight. Su Heng took a deep breath, calming the fiery passion within his heart.

"An Shelie, don’t let me down!"

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In Lianshan City, a courtyard built against the mountain.

The An family members were gathered there, anxiously debating something, filling the courtyard with a clamor of noise.

"The ancestral tomb has been opened, how come there is still no word from the Grand Elder."

One disciple with buck teeth anxiously inquired.

Another, an ugly-looking woman disciple with half-bald hair, frowned and said, "I heard the Grand Elder personally went to capture An Ran, that little wretch. I wonder if something unexpected happened."

"The Grand Elder’s power is unfathomable; if he took action himself, what could possibly go wrong."

Upon hearing this, Anade immediately glared at the bald woman disciple with displeasure.

Although Anade trembled like a quail when facing the elders, among the disciples of the same generation, he was of pure lineage and strong capabilities, commanding considerable respect. The woman disciple who was glared at by Anade immediately stepped back and did not dare to speak further.

Seeing that Anade seemed a bit angry, the other disciples also quieted down.

Swish, swish!

In the sound of the wind rustling the leaves, two hurried footsteps were heard.

Coming down the cobblestone path toward them were two tall figures, other elders of the An family, An Luoyi and An Yunian. The second elder, An Luoyi, always had a genial smile, but his gaze was somewhat cold at the moment.

He stopped in the center of the courtyard, with everyone’s gaze falling on him.

The Grand Elder was not present.

The situation was handled by Elder An Luoyi.

An Luoyi’s narrow eyes swept over everyone before resting on Anade.

"The rest of you disperse and wait for further orders," An Luoyi paused slightly before speaking calmly to Anade, "You stay."

The others were puzzled.

But they did not dare speak further and dispersed.

Only Anade was left alone to face the two elders, feeling both nervous and excited.

"Second Elder, did you need me for something?" Anade bowed his head, straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and slowly calmed his excitement.

An Luoyi’s next words felt like a bucket of cold water dumped over Anade’s head.

"We just received news, the Grand Elder is dead," An Luoyi said coldly.

"This..."

Anade felt as if struck by a bolt from the blue, his eyes widening.

"The Grand Elder is dead, who..." he abruptly remembered the words of the female disciple from earlier, "Could it be that Demon Suppression Bureau official from Baihua County? But how is that possible!?"

"The grand age is upon us; nothing is impossible," the third elder, An Yunian, spoke chillingly, interrupting him.

"The key issue is reviving the ancestor."

"The Grand Elder is dead, but our plans must not be interrupted because of this," An Luoyi calmly declared.

"Of course!" Anade clenched his fists, "But without capturing An Ran, how can we revive the ancestor."

"You need not worry about that, we have prepared an alternative," An Luoyi said calmly.

"An alternative..."

Even if Anade was slow, at this moment he sensed something ominous.

He raised his head to look at the Second Elder and suddenly saw a faint cold smirk at the corner of his mouth.

"Elder, you don’t mean that the alternative is..."

"Correct," An Luoyi smiled, "Anade, the family has nurtured you until today, now it’s time for you to make a contribution."

"No!" Watching the smile on An Luoyi’s face, Anade felt as though he had plunged into an ice cave.

He turned around to run.

But after just a few steps, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, and as the world spun around him, Anade collapsed onto the grass and quickly lost consciousness.

"In such a grand scheme, he lacks even a bit of dedication," An Luoyi retracted his finger, speaking somewhat displeased.

"What do we do next?" The third elder looked up towards Canglong Mountain.

The golden beam of light was gradually dissipating.

"An Chaluo’s temperament is too reckless, bound to suffer someday. Surprisingly, through many crises, he managed to pull through, yet he has fallen at this time," An Luoyi shook his head and sighed regretfully.

"The one who could kill An Chaluo, I fear even the two of us together are not his match," An Yunian said calmly.

"We’ll have to find a way to avoid him..."

An Luoyi was speaking when he suddenly paused. He looked up, his face, sharp as a merchant’s, carrying a menacing expression.

"How long have you been eavesdropping up there in the tree? The wind up there is strong; why don’t you come down and have a chat?"

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