One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

"Where do you think you can run?" On the overgrown, desolate mountain peak, Su Heng’s voice, laced with mockery, carried over the distance. It sliced through the air like a thunderclap, freezing Jialan Gunna, whose face was marked by panic, in midair, rendering him unable to move.

Meanwhile, around Jialan Gunna, Qin Shunying, Li Wangchuan, and Shang Qingqiu all wore expressions of shock.

Breaking through formations alone, sweeping through ten thousand troops.

Even to the powerful beings of Heavenly Deceit, such a feat seemed like a myth.

There was also that brawny, sturdy body, his strength vast and deep as the ocean. Combining these, he seemed like a walking natural disaster. Even observing from a distance elicited a spine-tingling, hair-raising fear.

At the beginning,

Su Heng had been bound by Jialan Gunna using a military formation, falling into a disadvantageous position.

Qin Shunying and the others were ready to intervene, to collectively face the formidable enemy. Unfortunately, before they could act, the situation had already reversed.

Then, what followed was a one-sided massacre by Su Heng. His savagery and arrogance were like an apocalyptic scene unfolding.

Not to mention joining in.

The trio didn’t even dare to get close.

Fearing that the rage-blinded Su Heng would mistake them for enemies and decapitate them without a word.

If that really happened, it would indeed be an undeserved death. After a brief discussion, the three of them decided to stand by and wait, just in case someone tried to stealthily escape from the battlefield. Unexpectedly, this waiting actually lured a big fish.

"Fatso, do you have any last words you want to declare?" Shang Qingqiu’s mouth curled into a sneer as he slowly clenched the dragon-headed cane in his hand.

"I..." Jialan Gunna was under Su Heng’s terrifying and consuming gaze.

It was like sliding slowly into an abyss, and in despair, he finally chose to surrender, raising both hands, "Don’t kill me, I surrender."

He turned around, looked into Su Heng’s eyes, and spoke with feigned composure, "I know many secrets of the Esoteric Sect, intelligence, weak points within cultivation techniques, and so forth. As long as you spare my life and let me live as a rich man, I can give you all these things."

"Is that so, it sounds not too bad..." A contemplative expression appeared on Su Heng’s face.

Jialan Gunna’s eyes suddenly brightened.

Like a drowning man grasping at a straw, he swallowed hard.

"Too bad," Su Heng changed his tone, and his smile turned cold, "these things are useless to me. I, Su Heng, can push forward and kill anyone I want; I don’t need these cunning plots or filthy tricks. And also... Fat boy, you know what, I really can’t stand the sight of you."

"So, today—you’re undoubtedly going to die!"

"You!" Upon hearing this, Jialan Gunna became infuriated, and his entire corpulent body trembled violently, "Damn it, you’re ungrateful! Even a cornered rabbit will bite, are you really treating Buddha like he’s a soft persimmon!?"

"Hahahaha!" Su Heng burst into a long laugh, the sound echoing all around, making the mountains sway back and forth, "Isn’t that so!"

Boom!

Before he finished speaking, the mountain beneath his feet had already exploded violently.

Su Heng transformed into a fierce tiger descending the mountain: he thrusted a punch forward through the air, carrying a tide-like push of dark force. In an instant, within a leap and a bound, Su Heng had already appeared in front of Jialan Gunna. A dreadful punch fell on his chest.

Bang!

Jialan Gunna firstly felt his eyelid twitch violently, then he raised his hands to block.

Unfortunately, the disparity between them was too vast, and Su Heng still had the upper hand.

Jialan Gunna felt as though he had been hit head-on by a blazing meteor; his arms broke instantly. The giant, dark iron fist punched through his chest, its force fluctuating wildly, causing a loud "boom." Jialan Gunna’s face froze in shock, his broad and stout body exploded into pieces.

Splat!

Amid a cloud of blood mist, Jialan Gunna’s bloody head shot into the air.

Su Heng stretched out his hand like a hawk, reaching forward violently to grasp it in his hand, and then squeezed hard.

"Hm!?"

What surprised Su Heng was,

That the feeling upon squeezing was wrong. He couldn’t feel the hard skull but rather like grabbing a deflating ball. A large amount of viscous corpse fluid leaked from Jialan Gunna’s features, emitting a foul stench, as if the entire brain was already rotten.

"Is it some kind of golden cicada shedding its shell secret technique?" Su Heng subconsciously thought this.

However, the fear on Jialan Gunna’s face didn’t appear to be fake, and deceiving all four experts present was no easy task.

"Hiss!"

The corpse fluid flowing from Jialan Gunna’s brain soon started smoking, turning into a dense black mist in the air.

"What’s going on?" Shang Qingqiu and the others noticed something was wrong.

Senior Sister Qin Shunying’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she fell into thought.

Li Wangchuan stretched out his hand and scratched his chin, speaking with some uncertainty, "This smell is somewhat familiar, it seems to be the Corpse Fragrance Offering from Skull Plain."

"This person appears normal on the outside, but his soul has already been thoroughly corroded by a force," Qin Shunying said with a slightly furrowed brow and a hint of shocked uncertainty, "Such a technique might be related to the Corpse Fragrance Offering. It seems something bizarre is happening deep within Skull Plain."

"This fat man must indeed be dead," Shang Qingqiu seemed to see through what Su Heng was thinking.

"That’s good," Su Heng smiled broad, immediately feeling relieved.

As for the changes happening in Skull Plain, ultimately, the headaches would belong to those of the Hundred Buddha Temple and other monks from the Esoteric Sect—it had nothing to do with him.

"I still don’t know the name of this young friend," Shang Qingqiu cupped his fist in the air towards Su Heng, showing a gentle smile.

"Su Heng, the magistrate of Baihua County," Su Heng nodded slightly as a greeting.

"Truly a hero from youth," Shang Qingqiu couldn’t help but praise.

"With the power of one, sweeping through tens of thousands. The Jiang-E region is fortunate to have such a grand figure like you, young hero," Qin Shunying also chimed in, her eyes shining mysteriously as she looked at Su Heng.

"Hehe..."

Su Heng turned his head to look at her, waving his hand.

"I merely did what I wanted to do, an effortless task," Su Heng spoke calmly, "no need to put such a big label on me."

"It seems I was rather abrupt," Qin Shunying did not take offense, her smile unchanged, and still looking spirited as she cupped her fist towards Su Heng.

Su Heng nodded, his gaze then fell on Li Wangchuan.

"Master Li, we meet again," a smile flickered across Su Heng’s face.

The Five Internal Organs Sealing God Technique he practiced was obtained from Li Wangchuan. Although this cultivation technique was not as complete as the Secret Technique of Domineering Dragon Thirteen Forms, it was extremely powerful. It was on par with the Dragon Shedding Blood Refining Method created by An Shelie, and Su Heng had gained a lot from it.

"Good, good, good!" Li Wangchuan was all smiles.

Being able to forge a good relationship with a young powerhouse of limitless potential like Su Heng excited him greatly.

Nowadays, as chaotic times approached and massive armies from Skull Plain were pressing in, the situation was turbulent. In the long future ahead, many strong ones would rise up like dragons. Some new powerful forces would emerge, while some ancient existences would be submerged in the rolling torrents of history.

The current generation of Li Family in Jiangzhou could only be described as mediocre.

Being able to befriend Su Heng, in Li Wangchuan’s eyes, was undoubtedly a huge invisible asset. As long as he could maintain good relations, the future would definitely be immensely beneficial.

"How is the progress of your practice in the Five Internal Organs Sealing God Technique," Li Wangchuan asked with a smile, "If you encounter any bottlenecks, you can come to our Li family’s ancestral land. There lies the Five Internal Organs Sealing God Stele passed down from our ancestors, sensing the essence of the inscriptions on the stele, with your talents, progress will be as fast as a thousand li per day."

"That won’t be necessary," Su Heng chuckled and shook his head in refusal, "I have already perfected the practice of the Five Internal Organs Sealing God Technique, so there’s no need for you to worry."

"If that’s the case, that’s fine—" Li Wangchuan was about to nod.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He suddenly came to his senses regarding what Su Heng had just said in the latter half of his sentence, his smile instantly stiffening and his goat beard trembling slightly with the wind. As a Heavenly Deceit powerhouse, he could sense anomalies but at that moment, Li Wangchuan started to doubt if he had heard wrong due to his old age and failing ears.

"What... what did you just say!?" Li Wangchuan looked at Su Heng as if he had seen a ghost, unable to stop shivering.

"I have already perfected the practice of the Five Internal Organs Sealing God Technique," Su Heng repeated calmly.

Perfecting a top-tier true technique and breaking through a major realm in just over a month, was that hard? Over the years, this was exactly what Su Heng had always been doing.

Sometimes, if one cannot achieve something, they should look for reasons within themselves, whether their realm has increased over the years or if they have diligently cultivated.

Su Heng complained in his mind, but his face was expressionless, only slightly lifting his chin.

Li Wangchuan swallowed a gulp of saliva, trembling hands touching his similarly trembling disheveled beard, "Young friend, don’t joke with me. I, an old man, have practiced the Five Internal Organs Sealing God Technique for over a hundred years, and even to this day I dare not say—my God!"

Boom!

Suddenly, five divine lights exploded from Su Heng’s body.

In an instant, fierce winds whistled, and thunder and lightning roared. Five divine figures materialized beside Su Heng, each displaying divine powers, and each with a momentum so astonishing that they could alter heavenly phenomena and shake the mountains.

First, a golden-red fierce tiger roared skyward, its voice splitting clouds and shattering stones. Immediately following was a green-patterned white deer that darted past, bringing life and vitality everywhere it passed, flowers, and plants sprouting. Then, a black feral bear, a golden-eyed demon ape bathed in fire, and a dark yellow giant bird that soared upwards with a flap of its wings...

The five divine figures represented the five elements respectively.

Generating and overcoming each other, cycling endlessly, clearly showing a level of achievement in the Five Internal Organs Sealing God Technique that could only be reached at a very high realm.

In the thousand years since their ancestor’s departure, no one from the Li Family had ever reached this level. To the extent that even now, Li Wangchuan thought it was just a legend.

However, he had never expected that it would emerge in Su Heng, a foreigner.

For a moment, Li Wangchuan’s eyes became somewhat moist.

Whoosh!

Su Heng swung his arms, taking a deep breath.

All five divine forms were absorbed back into Su Heng’s body, and the winds and sand gradually ceased, with the surroundings returning to calm. Su Heng, wearing a smile, turned to look at Li Wangchuan, who was staring with his mouth agape, able to fit an egg in his mouth.

"Elder, you should believe now," Su Heng couldn’t help but laugh.