One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

These inheritances, Su Heng had no intention to learn them all.

After all, Su Heng had his own plans and would not change them just because of sudden found wealth.

Among the many inheritances of the Hundred Buddha Temple,

The Three-Headed and Six-Armed Divine Power was definitely something he intended to learn. As for the remaining ones, the old monk’s Condensation-summarized Tathagata Divine Palm seemed to him to have merit, and he added it to his attribute panel as well.

With tens of thousands of attribute points accumulated being consumed, two more Divine Skills were perfected into Su Heng’s martial arts system.

"Although there were some unexpected situations, the gain is richer than anticipated." Su Heng nodded slightly, a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

He glanced at the progress of the Heavenly Demon State.

In just a few breaths’ time, it had increased from under fifty to now seventy-two points.

Moreover, the two digits after the decimal point in this number were still visibly jumping upwards, adding another decimal point in the blink of an eye. Such a thing hadn’t happened before when he destroyed the divine statue.

Su Heng guessed that it might be due to the spiritual power contained within the golden lotus being too pure and abundant.

Even the Seed of Destruction combined with the consummate Heavenly Demon Transformation Technique could not digest and absorb it in an instant.

Su Heng was not in a hurry.

By his estimation, no matter the situation,

With the spiritual power contained in the golden lotus, releasing the Heavenly Demon State would be more than sufficient.

At most, it would just take a little more time. After summarizing this trip’s gains, Su Heng withdrew his gaze and turned off the attribute panel. He looked at the lush Bodhi Tree in front of him, then shook his head, took a step forward, and his robust form instantly disappeared from the spot.

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Outside the Hundred Buddha Temple.

General Yuan Tianshu reorganized the troops and was now standing on a small raised hillock, looking in the direction of the Hundred Buddha Temple from afar. He felt somewhat anxious, unaware of what was happening inside. As he lowered his hand that had been blocking the sunlight, a pitch-black figure with the sun behind it suddenly appeared in front of Yuan Tianshu.

"Senior Su Heng, you’re unharmed!" Yuan Tianshu was immediately overjoyed, his eyes widening with delight, "This is truly wonderful."

"We were afraid that you might have encountered danger when we didn’t know what had happened just now."

"Indeed, there were some unexpected situations," Su Heng nodded slightly in response.

"That old monk..."

"There were some conflicts, but now I have resolved them," Su Heng replied.

"That’s good." Yuan Tianshu let out a sigh of relief and grew ever more admiring of Su Heng. He had clashed with the old monk before and knew that the latter’s strength was unfathomable. But now, the old monk was dead, and Su Heng was almost unscathed.

Even more so, even the aura emanating from Su Heng seemed to have become deeper.

Yuan Tianshu gathered his thoughts and asked, "May I know what your next plan is, Senior?"

"What’s the situation with the remaining two Esoteric Sects?" Su Heng had definitely intended to visit all three great Esoteric Sects in succession during this expedition. However, the order could be adjusted according to the current specifics.

Yuan Tianshu’s expression turned solemn, and he hurriedly answered, "White Tower Temple is still holding its ground; there hasn’t been any particular news. But it’s said Zunfa Temple has encountered quite some trouble, with Zhanguang Buddha siding with a powerful entity from Changsheng Heaven. Many high monks in the temple have been sacrificed."

"Master Meng Huan personally led a team to rush over, and the specifics of the situation are currently unknown."

Zhanguang Buddha... Su Heng had some recollection of this name. The ancient Buddha Kasyapa he had met in the Dharma King Temple was Zhanguang Buddha’s master. Moreover, according to the information provided by Meng Huan, among this generation of Cultivators from the three great Esoteric Sects, Zhanguang Buddha was the most likely to break through to the Earth Immortal Realm.

On the other end of the Mythical Battlefield, the Blood Realm was an expansive world with ancient inheritances.

If the beings there were willing to pay a hefty price, they should be able to help Zhanguang Buddha break through to the Earth Immortal Realm in a short period of time.

And with many monks sacrificed by Zhanguang Buddha to open a portal, a demon god from the Blood Realm could potentially descend in person. Given this, it would indeed be very difficult for Meng Huan alone to resolve such a situation.

"In that case, I shall make my way to Zunfa Temple first," Su Heng decided with a thought.

"I wish Senior a smooth journey," Yuan Tianshu hurriedly complimented.

"Mm!" Su Heng nodded.

By the time Yuan Tianshu looked up again, Su Heng had already disappeared from in front of him.

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Boom!

The clouds in the sky gathered, blocking out the sunlight, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night.

A blood-red thunderbolt flashed, and the momentary light illuminated the dilapidated temple overrun with weeds. The originally peaceful and sacred temple was now covered in filthy blood. A vulture flapped its wings, descending from the towering temple walls, opened its large mouth, and tore at the remains of a monk whose eyes had not yet closed in death.

Behind the monk was a semi-circular archway. Behind the archway lay a colossal golden Buddha statue, whose pupils were streaming with filthy blood.

"Zhanguang Buddha!" Yong Ku clenched his jaw tightly, veins popping out on his face. His iron fists creaked from the force of his grip, conveying extreme anger.

"This beast, he deserves to die, to fall into the eighteen layers of hell, never to find salvation!" Yong Ku cursed in a low voice, seething with rage.

And beside him, Yong Zhen extended a hand to pat his shivering junior brother’s shoulder by way of comfort.

When the two of them had left the temple, the situation had not been as dire as it was now. Although a large number of demons had suddenly appeared, and the powerful Zeng Guang Buddha had struck hard, many of the high monks and ascetics in the monastery were caught off guard and killed.

But after all, their cultivation was exquisite.

After getting through the initial panic, they had reorganized and mounted a counterattack.

They even managed to escort out figures of the Buddha’s children’s caliber like Yong Zhen and Yong Ku to seek support from the outside world.

However, by the time the brothers had received the Dharma Seals bestowed by the old monk and returned, the scene before their eyes filled them with a mixture of grief and fury. Everyone, those brothers with whom they had lived day and night, the elders who had diligently taught them cultivation, all had died at the hands of the despicable traitors.

And their unseeing corpses had not been looked after; they had just been thrown on the ground to be torn apart and devoured by those beasts.

Yong Zhen suddenly looked up and then covered Yong Ku’s mouth with his hand, "Don’t make a sound."

He had used a technique of Sound Transmission into the Ear with force.

Yong Ku suppressed the anger in his heart and slowed his breathing, looking in the direction indicated by Yong Zhen’s gaze.

He saw on the protruding eaves of the monastery, a demon about half human height with a spear in hand and bat wings on its back, looking downwards.

Taking advantage of the backlighting from a flash of lightning, he looked carefully.

The demon’s eyes were empty, but its ears were sharp and pointed, standing up like a wolf’s.

It seemed to use its ears rather than its eyes to capture the slightest movement in the environment. Both brothers, being high monks with remarkable cultivation, controlled their bodies to the extent that they could even slow their heartbeats to an imperceptible level.

The demon lingered for a while, but detecting nothing unusual, it took off into the sky, flapping its wings and soon disappeared into the rolling clouds.

"They must be the evil creatures that emerged from the other end of the Mythical Battlefield," Yong Zhen said in a low voice as he let go of his junior brother’s mouth, "Their numbers are growing. We must hurry and take action quickly."

"Otherwise, even if we can successfully kill Zeng Guang Buddha, I fear we cannot end this disaster."

"Brother is right!" Yong Ku nodded hurriedly.

Now that everyone was dead, they could only hold onto their hope and drive themselves forward.

Many of them could have left, actually. It was to escort their own brother and himself that...

Thinking of this,

Yong Ku felt a new wave of grief, "He must pay a price!"

"Let’s go!" Yong Zhen pulled Yong Ku’s arm, "I think I can guess where he is, let’s hurry!"

Without further hesitation, they hurried forward.

The temple that had been so familiar in the past now seemed utterly strange.

The merit pool was filled with viscous, crimson blood, and the leaves of the Bodhi Tree had fallen, hanging with prayer flags made from human skin and bones.

In front of the training ground, a dozen little demons were using the heads of monks as balls, kicking them around and making giddy, raucous noises.

The Yin Wind blew in gusts, the stench of blood strong in the air.

Several scenes they saw gave Yong Ku a deep shock. He longed to rush forward on the spot and slap these demons into tiny pieces.

Fortunately, he managed to restrain himself each time, following his brother to a grand hall in the center of the monastery.

In the middle of the grand hall was a Buddha statue, which was now dismantled, leaving only the lotus-shaped base. On the two sides, against the walls, were eighteen Arhats with bulging, furious eyes. These Arhats, already grotesque in appearance, were now covered in fresh blood, and given the tangible-like shadows, they looked even more like demons baring their fangs and claws.

Yong Zhen took a deep breath, no longer hiding his presence, and just like that, he stepped into the grand hall.

Bang!

On the dragon pillars on both sides of the grand hall, candles were placed.

At that moment, candles as thick as a child’s arm ignited one after another. The flickering flames dispelled the darkness, spreading toward the depths of the grand hall.

Under the lotus seat, a stout monk in a blood-colored robe was sitting cross-legged on a cushion. Hearing the noise outside, he stopped chanting scriptures and slowly stood up, turning around calmly. Discover exclusive tales on

This person was none other than the abbot of the temple, Zeng Guang Buddha.

After falling into the demonic path, Zeng Guang Buddha appeared almost unchanged from the outside.

His eyes were dark blue, his facial expression serene. Even in a temple as ghostly and ghastly as this, his fair skin was covered in a peaceful glow, as if he stood amidst pure land.

Upon seeing the brothers standing at the entrance, Zeng Guang Buddha’s face finally showed a hint of surprise; he hadn’t expected that after such difficulty escaping, they would dare to come back. He conjectured that the brothers must have obtained some kind of reliance from the outside world.

But Zeng Guang Buddha was unperturbed.

Because he had reached the realm once stood by his master, neither living nor dying, invincible in the world.

Even if these two had gained some special techniques from the outside world, they would not pose any threat to him.

Therefore...

Zeng Guang Buddha’s surprised expression turned into a smile.

"You’ve returned," he said, bringing his hands together in prayer, greeting the two brothers with an Amitabha.