One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Now, with the perfected Seed of Destruction and a Divine Skill like the Descending Yin Domain, a mere shout was all it took to corrupt and transform all the demon armies in an instant.

After evaluating his progress in cultivation,

Su Heng’s body shrank, he donned a black robe, and left the underground palace.

During the two days of his secluded retreat, Solban had returned from outside once.

He placed the "Fallen Dragon Breath" he had obtained from the ruins down, then hurriedly left to continue his journey excelling outside, searching for traces of the Demon Descendants. Holding the ruby-like Fallen Dragon Breath in his hand, Su Heng felt a slight contact and immediately sensed the astonishing power contained within.

"No wonder its value is immeasurable, not only does it contain True Dragon Essence Blood, but also lingering spirit energy," Su Heng murmured.

He pulled out the Dragon Key from his chest.

The moment they lightly touched, the Dragon Key absorbed the power from the Fallen Dragon Breath.

Blood-red patterns emerged on the Dragon Key, flickering dim and bright, covering about one-third of it.

That meant, to use the Dragon Key to open the gate to the Dragon Tomb, at least two more similarly valued Dragon Breaths were needed.

Su Heng had just acquired a new Divine Skill.

Deciding against waiting idly, he thought fervently.

"Let’s first visit the square and market area, there might be news concerning the Fallen Dragon Breath," he pushed open the door, intending to leave.

He looked down only to see a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in blue, blocking the doorway.

Despite Su Heng having well-masked his presence, neither too overt nor obvious, his towering frame over three meters tall and the muscular bulk that not even a loose robe could conceal,

Simply stood calmly in front of the girl, blocking the sunlight, and brought an overwhelming sense of oppression.

"Were you waiting here for me?" Su Heng was somewhat surprised.

He had been quietly cultivating in a closed retreat, largely uncontactable from the outside world, what could this girl want from him? Could it be something Solban had arranged before he left?

Upon hearing his voice, the girl finally came back to her senses.

She swallowed hard in an awkward manner and stuttered, "Fallen Dragon Breath… do you need it, sir?"

"Interesting..." Su Heng’s eyes narrowed, "Who is your master, and who sent you here?"

"Shang Mengting," the girl answered.

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In a bustling, lively tavern,

On the second-floor private room.

Young Master Zhou’s face sported a smile, as he gently set down the celadon teacup he was fidgeting with.

He stood up, went to the railing, and, with his hands clasped behind his back, looked down at the hustling martial artists below.

"Dragon Abyss has opened, unearthing many precious resources. Though it appears as an opportunity, it actually poses greater risks," Young Master Zhou murmured, "the increasingly fierce Demon Descendants, transformed demons, and those comrades beside who would betray at the sight of profit."

"We are all just ordinary people, it’s too hard to gain something in Dragon Abyss, and the risks are too high."

"It’s nothing less than betting with one’s own life."

"Then elder brother… what should we do?" A sidekick with a sycophantic smile on his face chimed in timely.

"In this world, direction is more important than effort," Young Master Zhou said with a smile, "If we can control the channels, we can continuously aggregate the resources and wealth from Dragon Abyss through these Loose Cultivators. Not only comfortably but also the returns would be far greater."

"So that’s it." A female disciple with freckles and dressed in white smiled, "No wonder elder brother has been getting closer to the Shang Family Head, I thought elder brother fancied her."

Young Master Zhou just smiled without commenting.

Another male disciple frowned and said, "Elder brother plans to take over the Shang Family assets, but isn’t that somewhat inappropriate? After all, this is King Qingyang’s territory, and the king has decreed no fighting within the city. If discovered, one would be expelled."

"Where there are rules, there are always loopholes to exploit," Young Master Zhou sipped his tea and smiled, "According to King Qingyang’s rules, indeed it’s not easy for us to act against the Shangs. But we can woo a group of people inside the Shang Family, and drive out Shang Mengting, the remaining assets would naturally fall into our hands."

"Elder brother is wise," the other disciples responded, lighting up and hurriedly bootlicking.

"By the way, elder brother, about that Fallen Dragon Breath you mentioned earlier…"

"True or false, we will see when the time comes," Young Master Zhou set down his teacup, looking all composed.

"Then elder brother, when do we make our move?" another asked, his voice filled with an eager excitement.

Young Master Zhou was about to say there was no rush, but just then,

Bang!

The door was pushed open abruptly.

A young disciple rushed in, whispering a few words to Young Master Zhou.

After listening, Young Master Zhou’s expression initially darkened, then he scoffed coldly, "I didn’t expect things to have developed to this point and still they struggle so desperately. I am really curious to see, with the Shang Family so decayed and fallen, who could they possibly bring in as aid?"

...

In the east district, inside a shop rented by the Shang Family,

Shang Mengting pulled open a drawer, carefully taking out a mahogany box.

Click!

Her delicate fingers slid over it.

The box opened, and within the white down,

A blood-red crystal emitted a faint glow in the slightly dim room.

"This is the Fallen Dragon Breath we obtained from a Loose Cultivator," Shang Mengting took out the blood-colored crystal and handed it to Su Heng.

"The quality is quite decent," Su Heng pinched the crystal in his hand, examining it briefly.

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