One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

"What the hell are you!?" Ralph looked at the monk in front of him, his face filled with horror. He simply couldn’t withstand such terrifying injuries, and his body began to disintegrate.

"Amitabha."

The old monk bowed in greeting, calmly saying, "Merely a monk of humble position, not worth mentioning."

"I..." Ralph opened his mouth, seemingly still wanting to say something.

But a certain energy was ignited, and his body exploded on the spot, leaving only a spiritual force housed within, entwined with blood-red runes, trying to retreat quickly. However, the old monk bowed his head and muttered a spell, and a golden halo appeared behind his head.

Like snow under the scorching sun, the blood-red runes evaporated inch by inch, and that spiritual force was also destroyed, vanishing into thin air.

In the air, a furious roar echoed faintly.

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Bang!

In Changsheng Heaven, the Blood Realm.

In the vast wasteland, inside Ralph’s castle.

The ancient blood pool in the garden began to boil again, gurgling and bubbling.

Blood-colored smoke rose in swirls. The previously brimming blood pool was now visibly drying up. In no time, most of the accumulated blood disappeared into nothing, and finally, with a loud bang, the entire castle shook back and forth.

Ralph’s face was ashen, his upper body bare as he climbed out of the blood pool. The aura he emitted was visibly weakened.

Obviously, the cross-dimensional journey had resulted in a true injury by the punch from the old monk at the Hundred Buddha Temple.

Even with the aid of the blood pool, he had not fully recovered.

Bang!

As anger accumulated in his heart.

The garden’s gate was pushed open, and two blood-red leeches, alerted by the noise, came from outside.

Seeing Ralph climb out of the blood pool, the two leeches were particularly surprised.

The first leech was momentarily stunned, then hurriedly started to flatter, "My lord returning so swiftly from the mortal world must mean that the campaign is progressing smoothly, and domination is just around the corner."

The other leech, not to be outdone, sycophantically said, "Congratulations to the great king, my felicitations!"

The two leeches complimented continuously, but received no response.

Gathering their courage, they looked up.

They saw their master, the Blood Sacrifice Demon God Ralph, with a face so livid he seemed ready to devour someone. As high-ranking demons in the Blood Realm, their intelligence was not inferior to normal humans. They knew at this point that their flattery had backfired miserably.

"Ma-master... This subordinate, just now..." The first leech stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence.

But the anger on Ralph’s face subsided somewhat, and he reassured, "No matter, just be more careful in your next life."

Splurt!

Screams and the sound of flesh being torn apart came from the garden.

"Huh!" A moment later, a long sigh.

Ralph, bathed in blood, appeared somewhat relaxed on his face, tearing those fools to shreds had vented much of his anger. Now, he could finally think properly about the current situation. The encounters in Jiangbei with Su Heng, Meng Huan, and the old monk from the Hundred Buddha Temple.

"It seems that the world on the other side is not the Wilderness I originally imagined," Ralph muttered as he paced back and forth in his garden, stepping on the limbs of the two leeches.

"I must find someone to collaborate with." He nonchalantly crushed a rotting human head used as decoration in the garden.

A fearsome figure that shook the earth and eternally roared slowly emerged in Ralph’s thoughts.

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Jiangzhou, Baihua County.

In the Demon Suppression Tower, Su Heng received a scroll from Li Hongxiu, which when opened measured over two meters in length and was filled with various items for cultivation. His eyes quickly scanned over it, checking off the items he needed, then he carefully put the scroll away.

"Send this sealed letter to Sword Sect’s Meng Huan," Su Heng said, looking out the window at the sunlight.

"Understood," she nodded obediently.

"There’s another matter," Li Hongxiu added. "The Family Head of the Shang Family, Shang Mengting, would like to meet with you."

"She’s already waiting outside the Demon Suppression Tower," Li Hongxiu thought for a moment, then added, "She’s been waiting for a while."

"Shang Mengting." Su Heng thought for a moment, with some impression in his mind.

He had met her once at the Yanzi Tower, and she was accompanied by an expert from the Earth Immortal Realm. Though there was no conflict, now that she had planned to withdraw from Jiang’e, what intentions did she have coming to meet him now?

"Then let’s meet," Su Heng decided after a moment’s thought.

There was still some time before the first batch of supplies would arrive. Apart from going through books and accumulating knowledge about the Earth Immortal Realm, Su Heng didn’t have much else to do these days.

"Okay!" Li Hongxiu responded.

She hugged the scroll Su Heng had just given her, pushed open the door, and left gracefully.

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In the Demon Suppression Tower’s reception hall.

With a smile on her face, dressed in a light white cross-collared short sleeve top and a pale green pleated skirt, her fair arms exposed, the Shang Family head exuded a calm and gentle demeanor as she slowly set down her tea cup.

The afternoon sun shone through the window, casting a gentle glow upon her.

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The door was pushed open, and a strong figure over three meters tall entered from outside.

"Miss Shang, the master has agreed to see you," said the young Dragon Guard calmly, "I will lead the way."

"Thank you," Shang Mengting nodded gracefully as she stood up.

But as she stood and bowed, the young Dragon Guard had already turned around, leaving her only his broad and sturdy back. A flicker of surprise passed through Shang Mengting’s eyes, but she said nothing more and kept her emotions well-hidden, bowing her head to follow him.

As she walked, Shang Mengting thought back to a previous conversation with an elder from her family.

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"I’m sorry, Miss Shang," said an elder from Liuyun Mountain, "I’m afraid I can’t help you with this matter. I did not perform any services and therefore won’t accept any reward; I will return whatever you promised me."

"Given how things have progressed, I advise against any further contact," said Shang Qingqiu, his hair white with age.

"But those resources accumulated by our ancestors…" Shang Mengting clenched her fists with a tone full of reluctance.

"If you have the foresight to pick it up, you must also learn to put it down," advised Shang Qingqiu, "As long as the green hills are there, one should not fear running out of firewood."

"No, I don’t want to just let it go like this," Shang Mengting said firmly.

Like Li Lingxiu and Qin Shunying, she was also of the younger generation, a direct and true successor. But unlike them, Shang Qingqiu was already a Family Head with great power at hand. Although her cultivation was not the strongest among her peers, her unique status made her quite proud.

Even to the point of looking down on her contemporaries somewhat.

The sudden developments in the recent meeting were undoubtedly a huge blow to her.

"Even though the family’s resources are gone, the channels and connections remain," Shang Mengting said, looking at her family elder with an enigmatic glint in her eyes, "The opening of the Mythical Battlefield will inevitably produce a large amount of resources. Demonic flesh and blood are always in demand, no matter where."

"But relying merely on the remnants of our influence in the Jiang-E region, it’s unrealistic to want to take over the entire Mythical Battlefield completely. We need to draw resources from outside."

"Perhaps our family can serve as this channel," Shang Mengting said, "No matter how the situation on the battlefield turns out, whether we win or lose, we’ll be able to make a fortune, amass a wealth of resources, and even have the chance to return to our former glory."

"This..." Shang Qingqiu’s face showed hesitation, "I still don’t agree with this idea. Trying to take advantage of that person is even more insane than trying to outsmart a tiger for its skin."

"It might be worth a try," another Supreme Elder chimed in, deciding.

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"Phew!" Shang Mengting exhaled deeply.

Bang!

Her consciousness returned from her thoughts.

The young Dragon Guard stopped and pointed to the corridor ahead, "The last room in this hallway is the master’s office."

"Thank you!" Shang Mengting replied, her face adorned with her signature smile as she nodded to the Dragon Guard.

She continued forward, entering the corridor ahead.

The light inside the corridor was dim, with no lamps on either side. The only source of light came from the end of the hallway, through an open window.

Click!

A slight noise came from the side.

A tall and well-built young woman emerged from a door near the outer hall. She was dressed in a white gown with a golden belt flowing around her waist. Her black, supple hair cascaded down her back like clouds and mist. Her facial features were statuesque, full of vigor and life.

"Qin Shunying..." Shang Mengting muttered under her breath, her face showing surprise.

Why she was here puzzled Shang Mengting, her eyes trembling slightly. Giving it some thought, a smile soon formed on her face.

"That’s a beautiful dress," Shang Mengting said with a smile, "It’s rare to see the sister not wearing armor."

Qin Shunying detected the hidden barb in her words but wasn’t troubled by it.

She simply smiled back, seemingly anticipating something, "The Director is in the furthest room."

"Thank you!" Shang Mengting did not dwell on it any further, and they brushed past each other to continue on their way. She soon reached the end of the corridor and gently touched the door.

There was a mechanism inside that automatically opened the door. Bright sunlight poured out, and as she stepped into the room, a robust figure with long hair stood before the large, bright window, legs slightly apart, showing only a broad back to her.

Sensing movement from outside, Su Heng turned around, his gaze lightly landing on Shang Mengting.

Even with prior preparation, the moment their eyes met, Shang Mengting still felt an immense pressure emanating from Su Heng.

It was as if she were a soft, powerless rabbit in a lush, primeval forest encountering a prehistoric tyrannosaurus.

Fortunately, Su Heng was aware that his spiritual power was growing daily and was somewhat difficult to restrain.

Therefore, his gaze did not linger long on Shang Mengting.

"This should not be our first meeting, Miss Shang," Su Heng coughed and spoke calmly, "Our last negotiation was not very pleasant; I hope this time you bring me some useful news."

"As you wish, my lord," Shang Mengting took a deep breath and bowed her head.