One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Jiangbei Province, Hanwu Pass.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion rocked the earth violently.

The city walls, built from radiant stones and engraved with ancient patterns, collapsed with a loud crash, raising clouds of dust.

Golden haloes surged outward like a tide from within the dust, and their powerful vital forces shattered the heavens. One after another, gigantic Arhats, looking as if they were cast from bronze, strode through the yellow dust.

These Arhats stood about five meters tall, and although they hadn’t reached the Heavenly Deceit stage, their robust physiques made them impervious to blades and swords.

The spears and crossbow arrows of the Demon Suppression Army landed on the golden-bodied Arhats, merely leaving dents and producing a clanging sound of metal on metal.

With their massive statures, the destructive power they brought to the battlefield was immeasurable.

A simple swing of their arms was enough to send scores of soldiers flying backwards.

Swoosh!

A dark light flashed across the battlefield.

Li Lingxiu, covered in blood and with eyes red with fury, appeared on a makeshift observation platform at the rear of the battlefield.

From here, one could almost see the entire gruesome panorama of the battlefield.

In the center of the observation platform stood a middle-aged general with a broad figure, three meters tall. He was clad in armor decorated with patterns of mythical beasts, had a square face, and his eyes sparkled with restrained brilliance. This man was Yuan Hong, appointed by the imperial court to have complete authority and coordinate the efforts of different forces as the Great General of the Northern Territories.

Yuan Hong had a square and amiable face.

At first glance, he seemed very approachable.

But those who spent more time with him would gradually realize that he was impermeable, a true old hand at this.

Several flag-bearing generals and a swordsman stood by Yuan Hong’s side.

Witnessing Li Lingxiu’s approach, seething with anger,

Two guards moved forward to stop him.

The force from Li Lingxiu then "boom" vibrated him.

The wooden platform shook violently, creaking loudly, and the two guards staggered, almost being flung off.

Yuan Hong put down a sealed letter he was holding, his slightly narrowed eyes lingering on Li Lingxiu for a moment.

Then he smiled, "Nephew, what brings you here in such a rage?"

"Our men are fighting fiercely up front, why does the Great General remain idle?" Li Lingxiu, his face ashen, barely managed to contain his anger as he clenched his fists. řâꞐổᛒЁṥ

"Without clear information, rash troop movements could easily repeat past mistakes," Yuan Hong responded without a hint of annoyance, calmly explaining, "Besides, with the four great families and three great immortal sects guarding the seven provinces around the Yangtze, a mere Skull Plain shouldn’t be too much trouble."

"You!" Li Lingxiu’s eyes flashed coldly.

His fists creaked even tighter, the muscles on his face tensed, and the surrounding guards looked tensely at him.

Only Yuan Hong seemed to have already ascertained the reality of the situation and wore a profoundly mysterious smile. nσvel.cøm

Li Lingxiu came from a top-tier family.

Although dedicated to martial arts,

He was certainly not unaware of the intricacies of local and imperial court politics.

A few days earlier, the great emperor of Zhou had returned severely injured from his quest for immortal realms. As time passed, not only had his injuries not healed, but they had secretly worsened quite significantly. The contradictions among the successors at court had become more sharp and intense, weakening the royal family’s overall strength.

Furthermore, the resonance of the immortal realms intensified, and ancient forces like the "Demon Country" began to revive across the land.

The imperial court clearly wanted to use its substantial local forces and border barbarians to erode each other’s strength, hoping to benefit as the beneficiaries.

But raising tigers could be perilous, risking losing everything in a single misstep.

Would the ancestral heritage of a thousand years be destroyed in a moment?

"I know Great General Yuan Hong is loyally devoted to the imperial court, but can you truly stand by and watch the citizens of the great Zhou dynasty suffer and die at the hands of barbarians?" Li Lingxiu inhaled deeply, unable to stop himself from questioning.

"In war, there are always deaths," Yuan Hong waved his hand dismissively, countering with a light-hearted remark.

Hearing this, Li Lingxiu’s anger surged, and he felt an irresistible urge to smash his fist into Yuan Hong’s broad face.

But he took deep breaths, in and out, twice.

The last shred of his rationality managed to suppress this impulse.

Although officially he was the leader of the Jiangzhou Demon Suppression Army, his identity as the heir of the Jiangzhou Li Family couldn’t be stripped away from him. His every action, especially under such critical circumstances, represented his family.

Li Lingxiu knew that he alone was no match.

But his family...

Li Lingxiu shook his head; he truly didn’t know what those old folks back home would decide.

Whether to face the currents bravely or continue to avoid the world.

"Since the Great General is so determined, I shall take my leave first!" The more he thought about it, the more disheartened Li Lingxiu felt.

He bowed to Yuan Hong.

"No need to see me out," Yuan Hong nodded slightly, his expression unchanged.

Li Lingxiu’s figure flashed as he turned and left, disappearing in an instant from the high platform and rejoining the battlefield.

And on the high platform.

Behind Yuan Hong, a Deputy General holding a flag pinched lightly with his thumb and forefinger.

A barely detectible pale golden dust gently dispersed, affixing itself onto Li Lingxiu. Yuan Hong seemed to have noticed something, his gaze dropping low.

But he shook his head and let out a soft "hmph," not reacting at all, as though he saw nothing.

...

Jiangzhou, Demon Country.

In the sinister hall built of bones and human skin.

Kui Lang reported to the Corpse Mountain Master sitting on the Skull Throne about the events that had recently occurred in Northern Continent.

The Corpse Mountain Master was engulfed in towering Demonic Qi, transformed into black mist, only a pair of blood-moon-like cold eyes exposed, occasionally revealing grim feathered wings resembling gilded iron. His aura was terrifying to the extreme, surpassing that of a dead-level prince, yet now he was shrouded in black mist, falling into silence.

After a long while, Corpse Mountain Master simply grunted, his voice filled with clenched teeth, "This era should have been started by us. I didn’t expect the monks at Skull Plain to have stolen the lead."

Kui Lang remained silent.

A moment later, Corpse Mountain Master asked again, "Is there any news on the Jinwu’s Remnants from Breath Swamp?"

"Not yet," said Kui Lang angrily, "Those refugees from Yuan Xi are tight-lipped, and I have used every method possible. Whether it’s Soul Search or torturing temptations, they just won’t reveal any information about the Jinwu’s Remnants."

"They really think that relying on the remains of a divine beast, they can stand against my Demon Country."

Kui Lang sneered with bared teeth, "It is utterly foolish."

"Don’t worry, the Jinwu’s Remnants must end up in our hands," Corpse Mountain Master declared fiercely, his presence growing more menacing, "No matter the cost, the effort, and the time, even if we have to search every inch of Breath Swamp, you must find them for me."

"Understood," Kui Lang nodded.

He furrowed his brow and then said, "But if we search on a large scale, it might draw some unnecessary attention. For instance, the guy who killed Tuo Long, should we deal with him first?"

Kui Lang gestured a throat-slitting motion with his hand.

Su Heng being here, these princes of Demon Country are truly suffering.

Offering up flesh avatars is merely sending them to their doom, descending in real form might end up like Tuo Long.

It’s like a nail pressed at the throat part, leaving no room to advance or retreat. Kui Lang was friends with Tuo Long and had long wished to eliminate the trouble quickly to avenge his friend. But until now, Kui Lang hadn’t come up with a good plan, so he had to specially bring up this matter for Corpse Mountain Master to decide.

"Rest assured, he won’t be able to strut around for much longer," Corpse Mountain Master narrowed his eyes and sneered, an expression of having everything under control.

"I wonder, my lord…" Seeing this, Kui Lang became curious.

"Do you still remember Liu Qingqing?" Corpse Mountain Master suddenly spoke, bringing up a taboo from decades ago.

Kui Lang’s expression immediately turned severe, "Of course, I know."

This affair could be said to be a great disgrace of Demon Country. Being a demon of great potential within Demon Country and yet, he fell in love with a human detained within the country and secretly set her free.

This matter caused a great shock, even awakening the sleeping Master who personally captured and brought her back.

But since then.

How Liu Qingqing ended up, no one knew, as the information was deliberately hidden.

Even someone like Kui Lang, a great demon, only vaguely knew that Liu Qingqing was released and went into the outside world.

"Do you know why I let her go?" Corpse Mountain Master asked while smiling.

"I’m not sure," Kui Lang shook his head.

"When I captured her, she was already pregnant," Corpse Mountain Master stated, "That child was quite unexpected to me."

"I’d like to hear more," Kui Lang suppressed the shock in his heart.

"Demons are generally divided into four categories: spirits, fairies, ghosts, and monsters, but there is also a special existence called ’demon’."

"I’ve heard some rumors that humans are demons yet to awaken."

"That’s not incorrect," Corpse Mountain Master chuckled, nodding, "If humans are demons yet to awaken, then the bloodline Liu Qingqing gave to that child is the key to unlocking the shackles. I left a fallback on the child, intending to refine him into my flesh avatar, which would allow me an advance descent."

"Unexpectedly, he took the initiative to come to me, and he was even more outstanding than I had anticipated."

Corpse Mountain Master’s eyes reflected the blood-colored flames, his voice taking on a seductive tone, "Do you know how Liu Qingqing, that traitor, died?"

Kui Lang shook his head.

"She was killed by a city governor, right in front of her child."

"That is indeed brutal," Kui Lang let out a cold laugh, "But that’s the ending a traitor deserves."

"It is this intense hatred that turned him into a deadly weapon."

Corpse Mountain Master waved his hand.

In the skeleton hall in front of him, a cluster of flames appeared.

Through the sinister dark-red flames emitting an evil aura, one could vaguely see the figure of Xu Hanlin kneeling on the ground.

"And now, this weapon is firmly in my grasp," Corpse Mountain Master’s menacing, terrifying laughter echoed and spread out.

He stretched out his palm, fingers splayed, and suddenly clenched it.

With a loud "bang," the entire hall shook, several bat demons perched on the roof flapping their wings flew towards the sky, disappearing into the night sky under the high-hanging blood moon in the blink of an eye.

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