One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

"Hiss

Zhao Yun’s figure flashed and appeared on an inconspicuous hillside outside the city.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to look up at the sky. A layer of blue flames spread outward, and from within came a faint, intensely hot and terrifying aura. From the moment King Qingyang had seen through their whereabouts, Zhao Yun had felt ill at ease and speculated that King Qingyang’s injuries had already healed.

As an assassin,

Facing a fully recovered heavenly king,

And moreover, under the circumstances of losing the first move and having his trail exposed,

Even if Zhao Yun were given ten more doses of courage, he would still lack the confidence to fight and win. Thus, from the beginning, he had not planned to strike but rather how to escape from the battlefield.

Fortunately, Huang Cheng was reliable enough to create an opportunity for him to escape with his life.

Although it seemed somewhat unfair to Huang Cheng, Zhao Yun did not feel guilty about it.

When you encounter a tiger in the forest,

You don’t need to run faster than the tiger, just faster than your companion.

The same principle applied here.

Just by looking at the aura emanating from King Qingyang,

It was clear that not only had his injuries completely healed, but he had also improved beyond that.

Huang Cheng was easily suppressed by him, yet he did not continue to pursue.

Why was that?

Zhao Yun stared at Hunxi Mountain rising ahead of him, dead silent, and a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

But now the oppressive feeling brought by King Qingyang was too overwhelming. Gazing at the blue flames burning in the sky, Zhao Yun felt as if a supreme deity stood high above in the clouds, looking down at him with cold indifference.

He dared not linger here any longer, even if it meant facing danger ahead. He had no choice but to brace himself and rush forward without time to think carefully. RÄ𐌽Ȯ฿Ɛṥ

Fortunately, as a top-ranked assassin of the Blood Shadow Tower in Zhongzhou, he had some fame.

In terms of pure strength, he certainly was no match for a Heavenly King realm powerhouse, but when it came to specialized skills like stealth and concealment, Zhao Yun was still confident. Once he crossed Hunxi Mountain and moved further, he would reach Dragon Abyss. As long as he could make it there, it would be like a dragon diving into the abyss, free and boundless!

Swish!

With that thought, Zhao Yun clenched his teeth and swallowed a Secret Technique pill to stimulate his potential.

His skin became slightly red, and his figure was shrouded in a layer of black mist, making him appear somewhat blurred.

Then, generating a gust of wind, he flew towards the direction of Hunxi Mountain. Accompanied by a few crows flapping their wings and flying toward a distant village, Zhao Yun’s figure quickly disappeared into the twilight.

…

"What the hell!?” In Hunxi Mountain, Zhao Yun exclaimed in alarm and couldn’t help but stop in his tracks, “This place is Hunxi Mountain, but it’s completely different from what’s recorded.”

These days, Dragon Abyss had been buzzing with activity.

Zhao Yun had been out on a mission.

Though it was indeed a bit rushed, he had still done some basic intelligence gathering.

According to the records provided by the Yiluan Bureau, Hunxi Mountain suppressed a massive amount of demons, including terrifying entities of the Demon God Realm. Usually, this place was a forbidden zone for life. Even a cultivator who was an Earth Immortal would face dangers trying to forcibly cross it.

But the scene Zhao Yun saw now was completely different.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, without a sound, except for the occasional footstep noise he made while walking.

All those demons had vanished without a trace, and even their bones were gone. There were few traces of battle on the ground, which made this situation all the more bizarre.

Previously, Zhao Yun had heard some things about what had happened in Hunxi Mountain but had no concrete information, so he could only speculate. He originally thought that some powerful demon had revived, causing a mass exodus of lower-tier demons from Hunxi Mountain.

But now that he was here and seeing it firsthand, such speculations were obviously incorrect.

Gazing at the pitch-black, lifeless Hunxi Mountain, Zhao Yun tried to reconstruct the scene at the time based on the traces left on the ground.

The demons had scattered and fled, a black tide swept through. Anything touched by it, whether it was a Demon King or even those mighty entities of the Demon God Realm, could not resist and disappeared into thin air, taken away by some mysterious entity.

Whirrr!

Suddenly, a faint noise came from behind him.

Zhao Yun immediately woke up with a start and spun around. That’s when he saw a stream of small pebbles, stirred by the wind, rolling down the steep mountain side.

He breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that his forehead had, without his knowing, become densely covered in cold sweat.

He noticed that his current state was very off.

His body felt heavy, as if caught in some invisible mire.

Both spiritually and physically, he was under tremendous pressure. The imposing aura emitted by King Qingyang had disappeared, and this feeling had only started after he entered Hunxi Mountain and intensified as he ventured deeper, leaving him unable to move forward.

He was only a step away from freeing himself.

But the strong spiritual cultivation of the Earth Immortal had given him a strong sense of crisis, stopping him from moving forward.

"Huff!”

Another gust of wind blew.

It carried a mixture of sulfur and poisonous smoke, catching Zhao Yun off guard. He felt a burning sensation in his lungs.

"Where on earth is this strange wind coming from?” Zhao Yun widened his eyes and looked ahead.

Only then did he realize that he had unknowingly arrived at a valley.

The valley was empty, but at the far end of the rocky wall stood a massive sculpture. It seemed to be carved from some kind of black metal, intricately lifelike. At this moment, the setting sun went down, and the moon rose. The pale moonlight fell on the sculpture, reflecting a harsh light.

It was clearly just a sculpture.

Yet for some reason, upon seeing it, Zhao Yun felt a strong urge to kneel and worship.

He found this impulse ridiculous. He wanted to move his feet and leave this cursed place far behind.

But he… couldn’t do it.

The sculpture, as if sensing this tiny insect invading its territory, slowly came to life from its deep slumber.

First, its initially smooth breathing became heavy, with flickering sparks of hot gas exhaling from the creature’s nostrils and mouth.

The ground beneath Zhao Yun’s feet melted, and his body was enveloped by a burning torrent.

Sores and pustules emerged on his skin, then quickly healed due to the Earth Immortal’s immortality.

However, the gas contained a substance that suppressed his immortality. Zhao Yun fell into a dilemma where he could neither live nor die, as if undergoing a thousand cuts and a slow and painful execution.

Cracks appeared on his iron armor, resembling shattered porcelain. The fractures spread, and pieces fell from his body. Newly formed scales, dark and lustrous, were exposed under the bright moonlight, fitting together with loud metallic clashes.

Bang!

A tail, extending segment by segment, hollowed out the cliff wall like a shield machine boring out from the shattered rock. Accompanied by a great deal of collapsing rocks, a thunderous roar erupted as dust also billowed.

Then the gigantic sculpture slowly rose to its feet.

Even when he was sitting cross-legged, he was unusually burly, his broad shoulders almost as high as the surrounding cliffs.

And when he stood up fully.

His presence was truly like a god descending to earth, peerless. Using what little reason he had left, Zhao Yun roughly estimated the creature’s size at least thirty-five meters tall. The entire valley was shrouded in its cast shadow.

The part of its body above the chest was even taller than the surrounding cliffs, and the creature’s head slightly drooped down, thus its deep, abyssal pupils reflected Zhao Yun’s decaying, trembling figure.

Su Heng and Zhao Yun exchanged glances, and using the Secret Technique recorded in the hidden scriptures of the Yiluan Bureau, he invaded the other’s mind, extracting some useful information.

"So the court sent assassins to kill King Qingyang?” Su Heng shook his head, somewhat disappointed, “I thought I’d catch a big fish. I didn’t expect just two insignificant characters. However, seeing the current situation in Zhongzhou, it’s not looking good, teetering in the storm and unable to dispatch more forces to suppress the exterior threats.”

A few days ago, while casually talking with King Qingyang.

Regarding the incidents in Zhongzhou, Su Heng also knew quite a bit and made some judgments internally.

Swish!

He spread his fingers, driving a cloud of black mist.

Zhao Yun didn’t even think about struggling. He lay prostrate on the ground, his body uncontrollably shaking. He raised his head, watching the giant hand overshadowing the sky bearing down. Just as he thought to struggle and scream, his voice suddenly cut off, and his body exploded into fragments.

Su Heng leaped out of the valley, his heavy body landing on a mountainous area not far away.

The mountain underfoot immediately shattered, a large amount of rocks rolling down the cliff face. The road filled with rolling dust and continuous loud noises. If such an event occurred in a town, Su Heng’s mere movement would cause massive casualties.

But Hunxi Mountain was deserted.

Su Heng casually flexed his muscles, not needing to mind these details.

Whoosh!

A streak of blue light swept by in the distance.

It landed in front of Su Heng and then exploded with a bang.

The flames flickered, and from within, a tall figure emerged—it was King Qingyang.

King Qingyang’s gaze fell on Su Heng, sizing him up slightly. A look of surprise immediately appeared on his face. He had gained immensely from his recent retreat, which could be described as a complete transformation. But upon meeting again, he felt the gap between himself and Su Heng had grown even wider.

As their gazes met, King Qingyang could perceive an unfathomable sense from Su Heng.

He instantly knew that Su Heng’s gains from his retreat were also enormous.

Even with King Qingyang’s exceptional temperament, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of envious jealousy.

He had risen from a poor hunter to his status today. In the entire Grand Zhou Empire, he was considered an extraordinary talent, idolized by many.

But even so, at his current level, advancing further was extremely difficult. In contrast, Su Heng seemed to inevitably gain something every time he secluded himself, undergoing significant improvements in strength. Such talent was beyond what the word “monster” could describe.

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