One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 380: Flesh Furnace, Researching Bloodlines

"Ah!"

Along with Aguduo’s scream of agony,

Su Heng’s face was cold and ruthless, and his palm strike didn’t lose momentum. After breaking four of his arms, he pressed it viciously against Aguduo’s chest.

Crackles and pops resounded, and with that one strike, who knew how many of Aguduo’s ribs had broken, almost flattening his chest against his back. In particular, some of the broken ribs had pierced through his skin and were exposed, looking bloody and horrifically tragic.

This was even under the circumstance that Su Heng felt this person was an oddity and had intentionally held back.

Otherwise,

With the current strength of his physique,

Even in a normal compressed state, unable to exert his full strength,

A casual slap could have killed him several times over.

Aguduo, gravely injured but still with a hint of consciousness, was furious, resentful. He struggled to stand up, wanting to continue the fight with this enemy who possessed the power of Dragon Marrow.

But intense pain surged through every nerve, drowning the last flicker of his spirit. With a loud cry, Aguduo’s eyes rolled back, and he soon lay passed out on the ground.

Snow saw her companion collapse into a pool of blood, her face no longer the coquettish composure of before, but a mix of fear and anger.

"You!" Looking at the expressionless Su Heng, who was approaching step by step, her whole body trembled.

On the swaying soft grassland, with his back to the sun, Su Heng’s shadow spread beneath him, quickly engulfing Snow completely. Now she couldn’t make out his face at all, only seeing a pair of eyes emitting a bloodthirsty excitement of red light.

That expression…

Was like a starving beast eyeing a tender, helpless little rabbit.

The brutal fear ingrained in her genes surged to her heart; Snow trembled all over, unable to utter a single harsh word completely.

Whoosh!

She held a long whip in her hand, which snapped out towards Su Heng.

The whip, with its barbed thorns, coiled around Su Heng’s arm, but with a slight flex of his forearm muscles, the whip split apart, turning into fragments.

Snow waved her hand, and a cascade of sharp silver needles flew forward.

Su Heng couldn’t be bothered to dodge; sparks burst across his face, and then those expensively crafted flying needles were flicked far away.

Snow clenched her teeth fiercely.

Drawing in a deep breath, she raised her hand and a scarlet fog rolled out.

Su Heng extended his hand forward, fingers spread wide, and grasped forcefully. The gusting wind, like a white bladed weapon, scattered the engulfing scarlet fog all around, blowing it away and vanishing into thin air. Even the grass on the ground was torn up in large clumps, the wind carrying blades of grass towards her; Snow stood motionless, daring not to move.

"I…" Her red lips parted slightly, her gaze frozen in fear.

Her mind was buzzing, a blank slate, as she subconsciously tied up her long hair, half-kneeling on the ground and pleading, "Spare my life, I beg you…"

"Rest assured, I don’t plan to kill you now," Su Heng’s mouth twisted into a grin, and a greedy smile spread across his face, "I’m very interested in your body." ??????§

Snow’s heart leaped with joy, "I will certainly repay you well..."

Before she could finish, the second half of Su Heng’s sentence plunged Snow into a frigid, dark abyss.

"I promise I won’t let you die easily before I completely drain the last bit of usefulness from your body," Su Heng’s indifferent voice came through, like a chef discussing how to process the fresh meat on the chopping board.

Snow subconsciously let out a sharp scream, and the overwhelming fear finally reminded her to think of escape.

But before she could make a move, a large hand spread open, rapidly enlarging in front of her, blocking out everything.

Crack!

She heard only a crisp sound and intense pain, and then she lost consciousness completely.

"Come out," dealing with Snow and Aguduo was as easy as lifting a hand for Su Heng, no more than a breeze. However, Solban, who staggered out of the bushes, looked very shocked at the scene before him.

With a bitter smile, he said, "I thought that after gaining something from the Hundred Buddha Temple, even if I couldn’t defeat you, I could at least put up a brief fight. But I didn’t expect that since we parted ways at the Dharma King Temple, the gap between us has only widened."

"What happened to your arm?" Su Heng asked in surprise.

He remembered that during their time at the Dharma King Temple, he had swatted Solban into a mush, and the guy recovered quickly. But now one arm was completely missing, showing no signs of healing, and was continuously bleeding, making Solban’s aura increasingly weak.

"Ah!" Solban let out a sigh, unable to help but reminisce about an old friend’s manner of death, "It’s a long story."

He spoke earnestly, sharing his experiences on the plains of Ternara with Su Heng.

"A city of Demon Descendants?" Su Heng frowned.

When he had previously encountered Aguduo and Snow, he suspected they were Demon Descendants. However, having only seen a stone statue, Su Heng couldn’t be certain.

Now it seemed he was correct; these two might be weak, but the talents of this race were valuable. At the very least, Su Heng had covertly learned the petrification gift from that four-armed, hundred-eyed giant’s statue, which had proven remarkably effective in subsequent battles, yielding no small benefit.

But that’s a story for another time.

"You brought these two to my territory, have you considered what price you are willing to pay?" Su Heng looked at Solban expressionlessly, with a threatening tone in his voice.

Solban gritted his teeth; over the past ten days, he had been driven to a dead end and had now thought of an answer.

"If you would not discard me, Solban is willing to offer fealty like that of a hound or horse!"

Boom!

Solban knelt on one knee, bowing his head to swear allegiance.

"Not bad, not bad!" Su Heng’s face revealed a pleased smile, after all, Solban was an Earth Immortal with boundless potential. Wherever he went, with his current strengths and talents, he would be very popular.

If it weren’t for his desire to find a way out for his tribe, Solban could have simply left.

The world is vast, and even if it were some legendary major powers, Solban had enough strength to join them.

Especially under the current special circumstances, by leveraging Solban’s name, he could gather the remaining forces on Skull Plain under his command for a very low price.

Su Heng now saw the seven provinces of Jiang’e, along with Skull Plain, as within his sphere of influence.

These unnecessary conflicts and casualties, if they could be avoided,

He would indeed be happy to see that.

However, Su Heng didn’t know much about Solban and still needed to be somewhat cautious. After a moment’s thought, his gaze landed on Solban’s continuously bleeding severed arm and said, "I have a way to help you treat your injuries."

"Thank you, Commissioner!" Solban, aware of Su Heng’s thoughts, had a frank expression on his face.

"Hmm, very good." Su Heng nodded and, with a gesture like drawing a sword, pointed forward.

Whoosh!

A streak of black light swept past, entering Solban’s shoulder.

A portion of the Seed of Destruction’s power invaded Solban’s body, where it countered and devoured the power left by the Demon Descendant Hunting Master.

But this cold breath was not reclaimed by Su Heng; it remained inside Solban’s body, coiling and lingering around his heart.

With that part of the power stopping its harm, Solban’s wounds quickly healed.

However, his spiritual power was directly consumed by "Annihilation," with the foundations damaged, the severed arm did not regrow.

Su Heng had two methods; the simpler one would be to use the authority of the Seed of Destruction to help him reconstruct an arm through mutation, but this would affect his future cultivation.

The other more complicated means would require restoring the portion of Solban’s spiritual power that he had lost. Su Heng could also do this, but it would involve some precious resources.

Following the principle of not doubting those you employ and not employing those you doubt,

Su Heng hardly hesitated before choosing the second option.

He waved his hand, and a pitch-black lotus appeared in it.

During the ten days of his closed-door cultivation in the past, Su Heng had pushed the Taotie Demon Corpse to its limits and then transformed it into a Divine Power Mark.

This was Su Heng’s seventh Divine Skill, named "Flesh Furnace."

Externally, the Flesh Furnace could combine with the True Sun Technique to continuously extract nutrients from the environment and enemies, causing damage. Internally, it was an independent storage space, whose volume correlated directly with spiritual power.

This space could not only be used to store food but also to serve as a sort of junk room.

In other words...

Having practiced to this degree, he finally had a way to store his miscellaneous items.

It was not easy, really not easy.

Now, the Tribulation Crossing Lotus in Su Heng’s hand was taken out from the "Flesh Furnace"; he plucked two petals from it and handed them to Solban. Without being polite, Solban took them and swallowed them, refining them.

Hisss!

Some time later.

Thick white smoke rose from Solban’s body, and the severed arm slowly grew back and healed.

He looked at his newly regrown arm, stretching and clenching his fingers before revealing a hint of joy and cupping his fists towards Su Heng, "Thank you, Commissioner, for the life-saving treatment!"

"I’m quite generous with my subordinates," Su Heng said with a wave of his hand, promising generously, "Work hard, and I will surely treat you well in the future."

About Solban’s observations in Tilnara, the two discussed in depth for a while and quickly reached a conclusion—

Those Demon Descendants had returned.

And their likely target was the true dragon remains.

Su Heng had already intended to make his way there, and with this news, he felt a new sense of urgency.

He looked at Aguduo and Snow lying on the ground, unconscious. Deciding to chop off their limbs, turning them into human sticks, he then sealed them with the power of the Seed of Destruction, ensuring they could not resist, and casually threw them into the dungeon of the Demon Suppression Tower.

He would return from the Dragon Abyss and study them at length, thoroughly.

With his current perspective, and after exchanging a few moves earlier, Su Heng guessed that these Demon Descendants possessed innate Divine Skills.

If he could decipher these bloodlines and transplant them, it could have an immediate effect on the improvements of the Dragon Guards. Moreover, the human body was a massive treasure, and with his robust physique, this was especially true for Su Heng. This process of delving deep into the human body and understanding it held great benefits for Su Heng’s cultivation.

"Dragon Abyss..." Solban clenched his fist and said, "My dear friend died at the hands of a Demon Descendant, if we encounter them in the Dragon Abyss... I would like to accompany you."

"Sure!" Su Heng agreed with a nod.

Su Heng also made a special trip with Solban to Skull Plain.

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Solban gathered the leaders of the plains tribes, while Su Heng secretly met with Meng Huan.

There was some unresolved resentment between the Skull Plain tribes and the Great Zhou Dynasty, but there was no choice now, to continue fighting would only lead to destruction.

Survival was always the paramount necessity, and with a great enemy at hand, they can only swallow their pride.

No matter how things might develop in the future, for now, the Skull Plain and the Jiang E provinces were at peace. After dealing with these trivial matters, which took several more days, news of the commotion in Dragon Abyss was already widespread, and Su Heng had heard about it while in the Skull Plain.

Without further delay, the two rushed toward the Dragon Abyss at top speed.

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At the same time, on a piece of floating rubble in the Dragon Abyss,

Surrounded by chaotic, crimson streams, the desolate and mournful scenery was accompanied by faint ghostly wails and howls.

In such a harsh environment,

The hunched elder in black robes opened his eyes and sighed, "It has been three full days without any message from Snow and Aguduo, it seems these two were too reckless and met with unforeseen mishaps."

"Is that so?" Auris’s indifferent voice came through, seemingly uncaring about the fate of the two.

"Those incompetents messed up the task I entrusted to them."