One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 19: The Mist Demon

Qingmao Mountain!

Su Heng’s eyebrows twitched suddenly.

"These are the two Grandmasters from Qingmao Mountain, no wonder they haven’t arrived yet, they had already encountered disaster on their way."

He had originally planned to learn something from these two Grandmasters.

Now it seems...

Su Heng was shocked, and a bit speechless as well.

He tried to deduce the events that had occurred here, the two Grandmasters from Qingmao Mountain were on their way, passed by Heikui Mountain, only to be ambushed by demons and brutally killed.

However, given the bloody scent left at the scene, the two Grandmasters from Qingmao Mountain were not undeserving of their reputation, at the very least, before they died, they managed to injure the mysterious demon of Heikui Mountain.

As for how serious the wounds were on the demon, it was hard to say.

Regrettably, it contained only some spare clothing, indiscernible trinkets, as well as some metal throwing weapons, fragments of silver tael, and so on.

As for the Cultivation Techniques that Su Heng longed for, there were none inside.

"Indeed, after all, no one would carry two secret manuals with them while wandering the jianghu." Despite having anticipated this, Su Heng still felt a bit disappointed.

He sorted through the items in the package, grouped them to study later, perhaps they would yield some fruit.

After finishing these tasks.

He looked up,

The mist around him grew thicker, so dense it had reached the point where one could barely see their own hand before them.

There wasn’t a single sound in the environment around him, the white expanse was eerily quiet, driving one to madness, yet the unique scent of the demon became even more pronounced.

It was coming!

A sense of alarm rose in Su Heng’s heart.

The demon hidden in the mist had killed the two Grandmasters from Qingmao Mountain.

This demon was very strong!

At least ten times stronger than the water ghost he had encountered before, not at the same level at all!

It lurked in the mist, attacking passersby, and he was being targeted as the next victim, the situation was very dangerous.

Su Heng’s breathing was heavy.

The battle had not yet begun, but a strong sense of warning was already stimulating his body.

It was as if there were multiple silver needles, floating above his skin, emitting a faint and cold light.

Ever since he began practicing martial arts.

This was the first time Su Heng had encountered such a situation.

Pure Yang Skill silently circulated, red muscle fibers surfaced on his skin, crisscrossing, forming beautiful corona patterns. The scorching Yang Extreme True Qi roared through his veins, further enhancing his senses.

Flames ignited in Su Heng’s pupils, his piercing gaze cut through the mist.

In the forest.

Two golden lanterns lit up, those were the eyes of the demon in the mist.

Kill it!

It was very weak now, with its wounds not yet fully healed.

Kill it, then devour its flesh and blood, plunder its talents, and he would certainly undergo a transformation.

The tangy scent of the demon began to seep into Su Heng’s nostrils.

His mouth secreted saliva, his stomach churned, his muscles tensed like iron chains, storing power. Every cell in his body was cheering, as if a terrifying demon army was roaring, sending to his brain the craving for slaughter.

His!

In the leaden sky.

Large raindrops fell, splashing on Su Heng’s arms.

The rain was evaporated by the ferocious temperature of his body, making a noise, turning into a handful of dissipating mist.

Then came the second drop, the third drop... More and more rain started to fall, pouring like a torrential shower, the sound of which resounded from all around.

Boom!

The muffled thunder exploded, echoing between the valleys.

It had started to rain,

The mysterious white fog that obscured the line of sight began to dissipate, and the molten gold pupils in the jungle vanished without trace.

The demon had left.

Su Heng inwardly sighed in regret.

His taut muscles relaxed as he slowly rose to his feet, only then noticing the greasy sweat that coated his body.

The sweat that seeped from his pores mixed with the rain that fell from the sky. Su Heng’s clothes were completely soaked, giving him a feeling of wet, greasy sluggishness.

Crack!

He reached out and tore open his collar a little.

His robust chest was exposed, and droplets of water clung to his bronze skin.

Su Heng realized that without knowing it, he had come to the slope at the foot of Heikui Mountain, with the Nine Twists River to the north and Changqing County to the south.

Standing at a high place, he could see most of Changqing County in his field of view.

The grey, ancient city walls were covered with green moss and blanketed by a layer of lead-grey rain clouds.

Raindrops fell, and bundles of dark yellow smoke rose above the city.

"Smoke, water demons, plague, decaying corpses..." Su Heng’s brow furrowed slightly as he remembered the numb scene he saw when he left Changqing County, and his heart gave a sudden thud.

’In the year 116 of the Great Zhou, water demons appeared in Lianshan City... The rain poured down for ten days without cessation, plague spread, people bit and tore at each other, and over a hundred thousand of the city’s residents were dead or injured.’

’Water can spread the plague...’

’Those infected by the plague will go mad, gaining immense strength and biting each other.’

"Changqing County is in trouble." Amidst the rain, Su Heng slowly opened his eyes, his forehead throbbing with two thick, twisted veins.

"It’s raining, and that water demon is starting to move."

"Water demon... Good, it’s time for a showdown."

"Since the people from Qingmao Mountain have been killed, let me do it. As long as it dares to show itself, it must die!"

"However..."

Su Heng opened the attribute panel, focusing his attention on the Black Evil Technique.

Add point!

Add point!

Add point!

"Black Evil Technique elevated to the breakthrough realm, detected an overlapping with Pure Yang Skill, do you choose to merge the cultivation techniques?"

"Confirm..."

"Merging in progress... Merging... Merging complete!"

[Yang Pole Black Evil Skill (Special Effects: Yang Extreme True Qi, Evil-breaking Roar)]

The scorching Yang Extreme True Qi flowed through his abnormally large veins, evaporating a large amount of rain, forming a mist.

Roar!

A non-human roar came through the mist.

The trees on both sides violently trembled, splashing water everywhere, and flocks of birds took to the sky with flapping wings.

...

"This, this, this... what the hell is going on?"

In the Su family estate.

Amidst the heavy rain, Su Gui stood under a straw hat, his face deathly pale, his whole body trembling uncontrollably from excessive fright, stuttering in his speech.

"Have all these people gone mad?"

Bang!

Bang!

The wooden gate shook violently from the impact, and even though two strong Protectors were bracing it with wooden stakes in front.

It was to no avail as the sound of collision continued.

The wooden gate shook fiercely.

Cracks appeared on the middle wooden bolt as thick as an adult’s thigh, and dust fell from the beams above.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, the wooden bolt broke.

The vermilion gate collapsed, and like a tide of black water, the frenzied, rotting corpses flooded in from the outside streets.

Their faces were numb and expressionless, their bodies bloated.

The exposed skin was covered with dark yellow, rotting sores, and their mouths secreted thick saliva. Upon seeing Su Gui and the others, their eyes flashed with a greedy red light.