One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Jiangbei State, Chijin County.

At the center of Skull Plain Monk Soldiers’ camp stood a grey and white tent, over seven meters tall, sturdy and adorned with decorations of gold, silver, and agate. The curtain in front of the tent door was slightly lifted to both sides, allowing golden sunlight to pour in like pillars, revealing dancing dust motes in the light.

In the midst of the tent, a woman’s playful laughter could be heard from time to time, utterly out of place in the solemn and bloodthirsty military camp.

The Future Buddha Jialan Gunna was lying by his side.

Compared to his massive physique, the noblewoman who pushed herself away seemed like a mere toy as she stood up from the large bed and stepped forward.

With feet as thick as an elephant’s, he stepped onto the carpet made from animal fur and walked to the edge of the tent, picking up a golden brush from the desk. At that moment, his brow furrowed, a contemplative expression on his face as he carefully delineated something on the massive golden painting in front of him.

Before long...

Footsteps approached from outside the tent, obscuring the sunlight and casting a long, slender shadow.

The person outside paused briefly, then coughed twice.

He lifted the door curtain himself and walked in, bowing his head.

The man was also over three meters tall, but he was not as robust and muscular as the typical Body Refining Martial Artists.

His skin hung loosely over his large skeletal frame, and from a distance, he resembled a skeleton draped in a dark, moldy red monk’s robe, creating a sinister impression.

The skeletal monk’s body was covered with mottled corpse spots, emanating a stench of decay all over.

However, his eyebrows were vivid and expressive, shaped strikingly like bold strokes of thick ink.

Below these eyebrows were deeply sunken eye sockets,

Now emitting a frightful red glow.

This gaunt old man was named Bogavant, the leader of the Anlong Organization in Skull Plain.

The so-called Anlong was an assassination organization specifically aimed against the formidable figures within the Great Zhou Dynasty, not affiliated with any of the three major forces: the Endless White Tower Temple, the Respectable Law Temple, and the Hundred Buddha Temple. Instead, it was an independent organization formed through the joint efforts of the three temples, along with some demon sect members.

First, Anlong assassinated the loose powerhouses within the state to eliminate threats and hidden dangers. Then, with a full-scale military sweep, coupled with the contradictions between noble families and the central authorities, mutual suspicions arose.

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Thus allowing Skull Plain to occupy the entire territory of Jiangbei State in less than a month.

And next, they were planning to strategize over Jiang State. With their previous experience, naturally, it would be a matter easily accomplished.

But since this matter was of great importance, before officially proceeding, Bogavant still made a special trip to the tent of Future Buddha Jialan Gunna to discuss the details and aspects where oversights might occur.

Only, he had not expected...

To see such a scene of a man and woman in intimate embrace upon entering the tent.

Bogavant, being over three hundred years old, profoundly learned in Buddhism, and worldly-wise,

Could tell at a glance that these female cultivators on the bed, seemingly enchanting and attractive, were in fact like fruits on the verge of rot. They had been drained of their cultivation and spirit energy by a secret technique, even their souls had become hazy and murky, akin to walking dead, with not many days left to live.

"With no eggs unbroken within a toppled nest, their fate is already sealed. But before dying, they have the fortune to ascend to ultimate bliss with this monk," Jialan Gunna seemed to know what Bogavant was thinking and explained with a laugh.

"May I ask what matter the commander has come to discuss with this monk?" Despite his enormous size, Jialan Gunna’s voice was quite delicate and gentle.

If one only heard the voice without seeing the person,

It would feel as though a soft and tender woman was cheerfully frolicking by one’s side.

"Naturally, it’s about the matter of seizing Jiang State," Bogavant withdrew his gaze from those women and snorted coldly.

"Jiang State..." Jialan Gunna paused his movements.

"Jiang State only has three counties, which in terms of area, population, or number of powerhouses, cannot compare with Jiangbei State. Now that even Jiangbei State has been easily conquered by us, what difficulty would Jiang State pose?" Jialan Gunna shook his head and laughed, "Just follow the previous method."

"As for the high-level experts from the immortal sects, noble families, and the imperial court... the seniors from Hundred Buddha Temple and Respectable Law Temple will handle those for us, no need for our concern."

"But there is one exception—" Bogavant’s expression grew serious as he pulled out a golden secret missive from his loose sleeve.

Jialan Gunna raised an eyebrow, his expression slightly impatient as he reached for it.

With his swollen and inflated fingers, he gently rubbed the missive and unrolled it, squinting as he quickly scanned the contents.

"Su Heng... Zen Master Dingguang... The Great Black Secret King!"

When Jialan Gunna saw the name of the Great Black Secret King appear in the missive, his brow instantly furrowed. The playful demeanor on his face quickly turned serious.

"Was the Great Black Secret King killed by this man?" Jialan Gunna crumpled the secret missive into a ball and casually tossed it onto the ground. A goddess with a golden chain around her neck and a fanatical gaze crawled over from the corner. She extended her tongue to wrap the missive in her mouth and swallowed it with her head raised.

Bogavant was somewhat displeased with Jialan Gunna’s behavior, but still spoke earnestly, "The Great Black Secret King perished in Cloud Heaven, but it’s not yet certain whether he was closely related to this man."

"However, one thing is clear..."

"The Great Black Secret King left Skull Plain to pursue this man."

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"So it is." Jialan Gunna said upon hearing the words, and his slightly knitted brows also relaxed. He let out a soft chuckle, his gaze returning to the huge scroll spread out before him, and said dismissively, "It seems he does have some skills, but..."

"The great Zhou dynasty is now in decline, suffering from serious internal strife, and battles erupt throughout its territories. This is the trend of the times and not something one person can change, so it need not be taken too seriously."

"But..." Bogavant tried to say more.

Then he heard Jialan Gunna’s voice continue, "A thousand years ago, at the end of the Great Moon Dynasty, how formidable was Princess Zhao Yingluo. She captured the Living Buddha in the north, suppressed the Demon Lords in the south. Even Zhou Taizu, who had become a force of nature, was defeated by her several times. The ancient dynasty that was on the brink of collapsing even showed signs of revival."

Jialan Gunna chuckled, a look of obsessed reminiscence flashing across his face, "But in the end, wasn’t she suppressed beneath my Endless White Tower Temple, becoming a Buddhist slave. The Corpse Fragrance offerings, made from her blood, have helped my White Tower Temple subdue countless powerful demons over the past millennium."

"If that’s how it was for the enchanting princess of a millennium ago, all the more for a small figure in a remote corner."

"Amitabha." Seeing impatience creeping onto Jialan Gunna’s face, Bogavant did not dare to say more, uttering only a sigh.

He was just about to turn and leave.

But at that moment, Jialan Gunna’s voice came once more.

His fine brush gently tapped the golden scroll, adding the last detail to the work.

What appeared on the canvas was a robust Vajra, around whom a naked, enchanting woman was coiled. The Vajra’s half face glared with rage, while the other half was shrouded in Demonic Qi, filled with intense lust, as if being gradually pulled into hell by a sorceress, unable to struggle...

Jialan Gunna looked at his painting with a satisfied smile on his face.

"I’ve heard that Blood Demon General Galuo has also come this way." Jialan Gunna put down his fine brush, looked down at Bogavant, the leader of the Anlong Organization, who had already stepped forward.

"Indeed." Bogavant nodded slightly.

Within the Anlong Organization, aside from Bogavant as the lead commander,

There were three Demon Generals below him. Among them, Blood Demon General Galuo was the strongest and most sadistic.

"Then, let Blood Demon General Galuo handle this matter." Jialan Gunna, like a cat, held a heavenly maiden in his arms, gently stroking her long hair. His face wearing a smile of divine serenity, he kindly said, "I trust him the most to handle things."

"As you wish." Bowing deeply, Bogavant took his leave from the tent.

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In Jiangzhou, the Demon Suppression Tower.

With a rumbling sound, the stone door slowly opened.

Su Heng, with his somewhat curled long hair draping over his broad shoulders, a serene look on his face, walked out from the dim chamber. It had been more than twenty days since the end of the Cloud Heaven Secret Realm. Seasons had cycled into deep autumn, and looking out, the entire Baihua County was a sea of gold - a splendid vista indeed.

The study window was open, with the cool autumn breeze blowing gently from the outside world.

The ground, paved with glowing stones, seemed freshly swept, spotlessly clean. Standing on it, Su Heng could even see his own reflection.

Faint snoring sounds rose.

Glancing sideways, Su Heng saw a young girl with fair skin and delicate features, who was currently curled up on his large chair, sleeping. The chair, custom-made for Su Heng, fit him perfectly, but for the petite Li Hongxiu, it was somewhat too large.

She had laid a soft blanket on the chair and was lying on it like a cradle.

During the time Su Heng was in closed-door training, Li Hongxiu had taken care of all the trivial matters in the Demon Suppression Bureau for him. She must have been quite tired, as she was sleeping soundly, unaware even when Su Heng emerged from the chamber.

He shook his head after a glance.

Bang bang bang!

Just then, a rhythmic knocking sounded at the door.

Su Heng stepped forward, making no sound at all, and appeared in front of the door.

The door swung open.

An empty corridor lay before him.

Looking down, he saw a head with disheveled hair.

Su Heng stepped back and saw the girl in full view. It was his second henchman, An Ran, a descendant of An Shelie, with a particularly strong bloodline.

An Ran, dark circles under her eyes, holding a stack of documents in her arms, spoke to Su Heng with a lively voice as if seeking praise, "Sir, I’ve gathered and organized the information you asked for."

"Mhm, well done." Su Heng nodded slightly, rewarding her by patting her head.

Just as An Ran was about to speak again, she saw Su Heng gesture for silence with his hand.

Su Heng stepped aside, pointing behind him.

Following the direction of his finger, An Ran saw Li Hongxiu sleeping on the chair. She immediately covered her mouth, looking up at Su Heng with bright, gleaming eyes.

Su Heng stroked his chin, stepping forward, "Let’s talk outside."

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