One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Baihua County.

Inside an ancient temple with vermilion walls and turquoise tiles, adorned with golden statues of Buddha.

A young monk bowed his head as he crossed the stone floor, handing a newly received letter to a white-browed monk seated cross-legged beneath the statue.

The monk’s physique was robust, his face compassionate.

However, his deeply sunken eye sockets were eerily hollow, the eyes within completely gouged out.

Talihuitai Sorban Khan from Skull Plain seemed to flourish limitlessly.

Yet his success in breaking through the Great Zhou Hanwu Pass was inseparable from the support of many powerful forces behind him, such as the Hundred Buddha Temple, Endless White Tower Temple, and other long-standing, ancient, and mysterious forces nestled between the realms of immortality and the mortal world.

Without sufficient Buddhist connection, ordinary people would have no chance of witnessing the true appearance of these temples.

And these temples, without exception, were governed by powerful Buddhas.

Was Zen Master Dingguang from the Hundred Buddha Temple.

He had infiltrated the Great Zhou dynasty with the aim of assassinating high-value targets, stirring up turmoil, and disrupting the cooperation among various powers, thereby creating conditions for a major invasion from Skull Plain.

In Zen Master Dingguang’s hands, the secret letter detailed the next whereabouts of Li Lingxiu.

"Indeed..." a golden light ignited within the black hollows of Zen Master Dingguang’s eye sockets.

He examined the contents of the letter with "Buddha light," his lips slowly curling into a smile. His mouth was large and wide, filled densely with neatly aligned, shiny teeth that, when bunched together, exuded a terrifying vibe.

Along with those eyes ablaze with golden Buddha light and the dark, ominous surroundings,

This solemn, enlightened monk seemed ready to transform into a fierce tiger and devour the young monk outside at any moment.

The disciple who had come to report also sensed the threat.

His head hung low.

He dared not look more, nor speak more.

Li Lingxiu was the general of the Demon Suppression Army and also the heir of a prominent family.

If he could be assassinated, it would certainly stir up a storm of dark winds and murky rain in the Jiang and E regions.

However, upon seeing the contents at the end of the letter, Zen Master Dingguang’s smiling face tightened, and his brows furrowed slightly, "Why does the letter specifically mention a commander?"

In local terms,

The commander of the Demon Suppression Bureau was already an extremely significant figure.

But in such a conflict involving two behemoths, such a minor character really shouldn’t stand out.

"The general plans to meet with him, then head together to the ’Clouds Amidst Heaven’ secret realm in Liuzhou," replied the young monk.

"Is there something special about this commander?"

Zen Master Dingguang asked, puzzled, "Could it be that he has already entered Heavenly Deceit, or is some kind of hidden cultivator?"

"Neither," the disciple answered respectfully, bowing deeply, "Master, this commander might not be a Heavenly Deceit, but he has a record of killing Heavenly Deceit powerhouses on the battlefield. Also, there was the incident at the Dragon King’s Tomb a while ago; the Dragon Blood might have fallen into his hands."

"I see," Zen Master Dingguang nodded slightly upon hearing this, "No wonder he was specifically mentioned in the letter."

"Given this, our original plan seems somewhat improper."

Zen Master Dingguang pondered briefly before smiling and saying, "Let the Black Sha Bodhisattva go instead; she will handle it well."

"Black Sha Bodhisattva." The young disciple shuddered on the ground, his sleek forehead breaking into sweat.

Martial Artists of the Great Zhou dynasty consume demon flesh and employ various secret martial techniques to break through human limitations,

Step by step strengthening themselves, reaching the apex.

In Skull Plain,

In ancient temples like the Hundred Buddha Temple and the Endless White Tower Temple,

Beyond conventional martial arts,

These monks have also been engaged in a millennia-long battle with demons, slowly developing another tremendously terrifying cultivation system.

This system is known as the "Imperial Control Path."

The so-called "Imperial Control" involves using offerings, the Heart Sutra, secret techniques, and so forth, to completely seal a demon within oneself.

A martial arts expert, coupled with a completely sealed demon within,

Could unleash unimaginable combat power.

But the side effects are also tremendous.

Fierce individuals like Li Daoxuan, even upon death, would not integrate corpse fragments to extend life,

Let alone seal a complete demon within themselves—akin to swallowing a grenade with the pin pulled. Thousands of years since the development of the "Imperial Control" path, not a single practitioner has met a good end.

The Black Sha Bodhisattva, initially a Heavenly Deceit level cultivator, harbored a terrifying deadly demon within her.

Now half-mad, barely any sanity remains.

The young monk trembled just hearing the name, fearing that before he could even speak, he might be flayed and devoured alive.

"What, do you have an objection?" Zen Master Dingguang looked at the young monk in front of him, his face compassionate, but the golden Buddha light in his dark eye sockets chilled the monk to the bone.

Zen Master Dingguang continued in a calm tone, "Or do you think the Black Sha Bodhisattva is more fearsome than this monk?"

"I…" the young monk’s face turned pale.

The young monk knelt down at once, and kowtowed deeply, "Zen Master, you are immensely merciful and compassionate, let this humble monk attend to it immediately."

"Mm." Zen Master Dingguang gave a slight nod.

Only then did the young monk breathe a sigh of relief as if he had been granted amnesty. He slowly got to his feet, bowed to the Zen Master, and stepped back into the quiet courtyard outside. When the old door creaked shut, the young monk realized that his monk’s robe was soaked with cold sweat.

This monk had a simple face with prominent cheekbones and rough, reddish skin, a typical look of a native from Skull Plain.

He was born in those ancient, mysterious wilds, having witnessed countless terrifying demons.

But sometimes...

He couldn’t quite say whether those demons were terrifying, or if these serene-faced monks were even more fearsome.

On the Skull Plain, if you encountered a demon, you could at least die a swift death. But encountering these Zen Masters meant being trapped between life and death, enduring eighty-one trials before one could breathe their last. Moreover, after death, one’s bones and remains would be crafted into various horrifying magical artifacts, and their souls would never rest in peace.

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Jiangbei Province, the base of the Demon Sect.

Sect Leader Ke Yulan sighed softly, pulling her gaze from the distant mountains bathed in sunset, and focused on the girl standing in front of her. Draped in a black dress, holding a long sword, and ice-cold in demeanor.

"You used to say every day that you wanted to kill Xie Linyuan, but now that he’s already dead, not only are you not happy, you’re thinking about avenging him. Why is that?"

Ke Yulan removed a hairpin, and her long hair fell down like a waterfall in the sunset, its golden-red light shimmering along her smooth tresses, enhancing the beauty of this sect leader.

The girl in front of her was Xie Xianyu, the disciple that Xie Linyuan had taken in.

A century had swiftly passed.

The girl who could only watch helplessly as her family was slaughtered had now grown into a renowned master of the Deceit Realm.

To have cultivated to such a level at her age was a transformation of the senses.

In the entire Jiang E area, there were not many who could achieve this. Without exception, they were either core disciples of major clans or true inheritors of immortal sects.

But...

A century was far too long.

The shadows of her family members had grown thin, whereas the influence Xie Linyuan had on her was relentless.

"If anyone is to kill him, it should be me," Xie Xianyu spoke in a calm tone.

Her voice didn’t fluctuate much, as if discussing a minor matter, but those familiar with her knew, Xie Xianyu was decisive. If she mentioned something, it wasn’t to ask for opinions, but rather to inform others.

This was true even when facing Ke Yulan, the sect leader.

"One after another, none of you give me peace of mind," sighed Ke Yulan, her face full of distressed and gloomy expressions.

The matter of the Dragon King’s Tomb.

Not only had the Demon Sect wasted decades of preparation,

But they also lost Xie Linyuan and Gong Ming, two strong practitioners from the Deceit Realm. Ultimately, the Demon Sect could not match the deeply-rooted supremacy of the four major clans and three great immortal sects. The death of two masters from the Deceit Realm, although not bone-crushing, was painful enough for Ke Yulan.

If they were to lose Xie Xianyu, a star of boundless future potential, it would be truly...

Ke Yulan placed her hand over her chest, sighing heavily once more.

But Xie Xianyu’s nature was just so, and there was not much Ke Yulan could do about it.

"I have now received reliable information that the Dragon Blood has indeed fallen into this person’s hands. He was able to kill Xie Linyuan and obtain the Dragon Blood, his strength was already formidable. And after integrating with An Shelie’s Dragon Blood, he will certainly grow further, reaching an unimaginable level," Ke Yulan stated calmly, "You’re no match for him, and you can hardly pose any threat."

Xie Xianyu’s eyelids drooped, just as she was about to speak,

She heard Ke Yulan’s gentle voice continue along with the evening breeze, "I won’t stop you, on the contrary, I will provide you with some help."

Xie Xianyu looked up and saw Ke Yulan handing her an ancient, yellowed scroll.

"This is..."

Xie Xianyu tilted her head and took it with her hand.

Upon opening it, the scroll revealed a map.

"This map contains the remnants of a Bodhisattva Luminous Pharmaceutical of the Holy Image," Ke Yulan touched Xie Xianyu’s long hair with her hand, "With your talent, venerating the divine Buddha will definitely garner the attention of those ancient beings, but remember the words I once told you..."

Ke Yulan flipped her finger, and a cup filled with amber-colored wine appeared in her hand.

Xie Xianyu took it, sipped a mouthful, and then poured out the rest.

"The power of the divine Buddha is a sweet but deadly poison, only drink the most necessary part," Xie Xianyu’s clear eyes shimmered faintly, earnestly spoke.

"Mm," Ke Yulan nodded slightly, "Go."

"Thank you." Xie Xianyu returned the empty cup to her, bowed with her fists clenched, and then turned away.

The girl’s lithe and lean figure vanished in an instant into the forest bathed in the sunset.

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A month flashed by in the blink of an eye.

Jiang State, Baihua County.

In the depths of the Demon Suppression Tower, a beast-like heavy breathing sounded.

Within the twisting, writhing shadows, a giant, over five meters tall, slowly opened his blood-red pupils.

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