One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 455: Chapter 378: The Original Blood River, Right at Your Doorstep_2

Among the five great Pillar Gods, he was the most low-profile one.

In the Blood Realm, it had been a long time since he had been involved in any major events.

Almost forgotten.

Some even surmised maliciously that he might have died.

But Salos knew that this was not the case.

The reason Nenos no longer got involved in such struggles was that the gains from these conflicts were no longer of any use to him.

He had found a new path, and perhaps he had already traveled a long distance on it, so much so that when Salos looked at him, he could not quite see through him.

"You came to mock me,” Salos said with his arms crossed and a cold smile on his face, “like an incessant old man scolding a reckless junior?”

Nenos raised his hand and said, “I have never said such a thing.”

"Then what is your purpose for coming here?”

Nenos did not answer, but just hunched his back, looking up at the copper mirror hanging on the wall.

"Salos the Shadow Demon God said in a deep voice, “you are the youngest and most vigorous among us. Could you achieve the same if you were in his position?”

Salos took a deep breath, his eyes blazing as if with two flames.

"No!”

He clenched his fist and said with some reluctance, “I can’t do it.”

"This kind of power, I also cannot touch,” Nenos said with a smile, “Imagine on the battlefield, if it were us facing him, our fate might not be much better.”

"So what?” Salos sneered, “The Mythical Battlefield is opening, war is inevitable. The position of Pillar God is both a blessing and a shackle to us. When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact, none of us can escape.”

"No, it’s not as you imagine.”

Nenos shook his head with a tone of slight sigh, “You are still too young, nothing in this world is absolute.”

"Hmm?” Salos frowned, “You mean to say

"Have you ever heard of the Original Blood River?” Nenos took off the hood from his head, his face wearing a smile filled with mystery.

…

…

Demon Suppression Tower.

Su Heng finished the last sip of tea in his cup.

He put the message-bearing sword scabbard back in its place.

Ending communication with Solban, it seemed that everything was still okay over there.

Finding the treasure left by Wanliu Manor was not an easy task; it was truly a matter that could not be rushed.

For now, Su Heng simply kept an eye on it.

But on the other side…

"Since there are plans to move against the Heart Demon Sect and the Yellow Wind Sect, then there’s no time to lose, we must set off immediately,” Su Heng rose from his throne, pondering, “If this matter drags on too long and word gets out, that would be troublesome.”

Thinking of this.

Su Heng pulled a long robe from a rack nearby, casually draping it over himself.

Then the grand doors in front of him slowly opened, and he left with great urgency.

…

Not much later.

In the Linjiang region, explosive news thundered forth.

The Heart Demon Sect, one of the three great Demon Sects, had suffered a heavy blow at its headquarters; a large number of disciples and elders were captured, and even the ground itself was scraped clean.

The Heart Demon Sect had been repeatedly targeted for suppression during the heydays of the Dynasty.

For a lengthy period in the past, they operated in secrecy, without any fixed base.

It was only in the past century, as the Great Zhou Dynasty gradually declined, riddled with internal strife and external threats, that the surveillance of these Demon Sects had become less strict.

Only then did the Heart Demon Sect seize the opportunity.

To rise from the ashes.

After decades of effort and considerable dedication.

They had developed their headquarters on Wangchen Mountain into something respectable, but now it had regressed back to square one.

The entire mountain top was bare, not a blade of grass in sight—even the fertile ground below was scraped away three feet deep by Su Heng, and the coarse rock was exposed bluntly under the noon sun. This state of affairs, if nothing unexpected occurs, will probably maintain for the next few decades, with no chance for recovery.

Subsequently, the Yellow Wind Sect also suffered calamity.

As the largest of the three great Demon Sects, the Yellow Wind Sect had more assets, so the consequences were somewhat better than those of the Heart Demon Sect.

But the main forces and high-ranking elders were almost completely annihilated, and the Sect Leader was slapped by Su Heng, shattering his Dharma Phase, lying on the ground unable to rise for half a day.

"What Huang Mei old man, trash!”

Su Heng burst into loud laughter.

He stretched out a massive hand that covered the sky to grab the man and casually threw him into the Flesh Furnace.

Once again, Su Heng employed a grand looting technique, taking away all the visible resources at first glance.

After this process.

It was estimated that the Yellow Wind Sect might still have some external disciples and elders left.

But without the core forces to support them, these individuals were like people stripped of their bones.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.

Any clear-eyed person could see.

After this event, the two great Demon Sects would be completely relegated to history.

…

The three great Demon Sects in the Lijiang region.

They are the Heart Demon Sect, the Yellow Wind Sect, and the Vajra Sect.

The headquarters of the Vajra Sect loomed in the northern part of Lijiang, on Heavenly Pillar Mountain, a mountain that rose abruptly, solitary and with a distinctive shape.

Its exterior showed a yellow earth color, embedded with many amber-like tough boulders. Palaces were scattered along the mountain, some built right beside cliffs, where one wrong step might lead to a perilous fall into a bottomless abyss.

However, most of those in the headquarters were direct descendants of the sect, Martial Artists with substantial Cultivation.

They naturally didn’t care whether the environment was dangerous.

The Sect Leader of the Vajra Sect was named Zhao Sheng.

In his youth, he traveled far and wide and, due to many acts of chivalry, he earned the nickname “Zhao Jingang.”

Now although Zhao Sheng was older, his vigor had not diminished since those bygone days. He had a broad frame, thick eyebrows, large eyes, and under his open chest was a set of bronze-colored muscles.

If one ignored the slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and the deliberately grown white hair and beard, just by his appearance, Zhao Sheng’s age barely differed from men in their forties.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng was lounging on his chair, reading a message passed along by his disciples.

Thinking about how the three great Demon Sects had struggled against each other for countless years.

But in the end…

It ended in such an unexpected way.

Zhao Sheng while caressing the lines of the letter with his thick fingers, couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh.

"Heh heh heh But while he was sighing, Zhao Sheng couldn’t help breaking into laughter.

"That little wench Nangong Yue even came to invite me to join their action, luckily this old man had the foresight. I decisively refused and strictly ordered my disciples not to cause chaos in this period of time.” Clapping his hands, Zhao Sheng grinned, showing all his white teeth, and said very happily, “Look at those two sects now, they’ve attracted a great disaster upon themselves.”

Zhao Sheng stretched his hand and gently patted the armrest.

He then stood up from the lounge chair.

As he paced back and forth on the ground, he couldn’t help but daydream about the future.

"With the Heart Demon Sect and Yellow Wind Sect both fallen, my Vajra Sect will be unrivaled.” Zhao Sheng couldn’t help feeling emotional, “These feng shui treasures in the Lijiang Nine States, truly are a sea of blue awaiting my grand aspirations!”

"Master, don’t be too happy too soon.

The taller the tree, the more wind it catches. Previously, we had the other two great Demon Sects for cover, but now the Vajra Sect stands alone.

Once anything happens, it will be very conspicuous.” A tall young girl standing next to Zhao Sheng, three meters tall with white skin and red lips, her hair tied in a bun, gently chided in a soft voice.

"Mm, Lu Yue, your words make sense.”

Zhao Sheng nodded slightly and said, “At this time, indeed, we should not be too ostentatious; let’s wait until this storm passes.”

His mind was filled with all sorts of plans, and the mineral resources previously occupied by the other two Demon Sects.

He was ready to discuss them with his disciples.

But just at that moment

Bang!

The door was violently pushed open, and a bald muscular man rushed in frantically.

"Ma-Master, something terrible has happened!” The bald disciple knelt on the ground, so anxious that he was sweating profusely, unable to get his words out clearly.

Zhao Sheng gently stroked his neatly groomed beard, immediately annoyed and said, “How many times have I told you, do not panic when faced with a situation!”

"Demon Dragon Su Heng is coming here!”

“!?” Zhao Sheng’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, and he almost jumped on the spot, “What the hell did you just say!?”

The bald disciple didn’t utter a word, nor did he need to answer again.

Boom boom boom!

Heavy thunder sounded from afar.

The sky, which was clear just a moment ago, was instantly covered by rolling dark clouds.

It seemed as if the sky was collapsing, a tangible iron-grey Dragon Power weighed heavily atop everyone’s heads, making them shiver and gasp for breath.

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