One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 105: 101: The Ninth Floor of the Demon Suppression Tower

"We martial artists need to use the flesh and blood of demons as a catalyst to break through to true power,"

"However, the flesh and blood on the demons' bodies are limited; therefore, transforming them into flesh fields enables us to harvest fresh flesh and blood continuously until their death."

Su Heng explained while leading the way.

The two soon reached the eighth floor.

Bang!

Su Heng raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The fire basin installed on the ceiling ignited, the flickering flames dispelling darkness and illuminating the room's interior.

They continued forward, all the way to a cell at the end of the room.

Su Heng reached out to lift the white cloth covering it.

Following behind Su Heng, Ye Tong immediately covered her mouth, her face showing an expression of shock and terror.

Before her eyes appeared to be a huge flesh mound, emitting a dense, pungent smell. Its bones and inner organs had melted into an unsupported mass of flesh. Only the faintly squirming fat and sinew indicated that this creature was still alive.

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"What is this?" Ye Tong stepped back, her face turning pale.

She felt a strangely familiar sensation about the thing before her but couldn't recall where she had seen it before.

"Wolf King Cang Ye," Su Heng's voice came over, calm and indifferent.

"Tinkle!"

The dagger in Ye Tong's hand fell to the ground.

Bouncing up, then falling down.

It made a crisp sound.

Her face deathly pale, her thin shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, "You're, you're joking, right?"

"I am not joking; what you see is my masterpiece," Su Heng half-knelt to pick up the fallen dagger.

Ye Tong felt a hot breath at her ear, her trembling fingers pried open, the dagger was thrust back into her hand, then gripped tightly.

Su Heng's indifferent voice floated over, "Go on, child."

"I have other matters to attend to; help me harvest flesh from the flesh field and put it in the basin next to it."

"I..."

"Can't you even do something this simple?" Su Heng's brow furrowed, apparently detecting something unusual.

His towering and robust figure loomed in the darkness unreachable by the firelight.

An aura of danger, like an invisible large hand,

Tightened its grip, surrounding her.

An indescribable fear crashed through her defenses layer by layer until it completely dominated her.

Ye Tong lowered her head, her shoulders trembling wildly, "I understand."

She walked forward numbly,

Like a puppet on strings.

The sharp dagger punctured the flesh, spilling very little blood from within.

Rip!

The weapon, made of gleaming stone, was remarkably sharp.

With a flick of Ye Tong's wrist, she easily sliced off a large chunk of flesh and numbly placed it in the basin.

Ye Tong repeated the action in a daze, the haphazardly grown flesh slowly cleared away.

An eye, veined with blood, appeared in front of Ye Tong.

The eye trembled slightly,

Seeming to recognize the person before it.

Within that murky gaze filled with slight confusion, the Wolf King murmured, "Why... why are you too hurting me?"

Tinkle!

Ye Tong's form shuddered, and the dagger dropped from her hand.

She dared not look directly into the Wolf King's eyes anymore but slowly knelt down, covering her eyes, whimpering in tears.

"Pick it up,"

Su Heng's voice, cold and merciless, came from behind her, "Continue."

The Tower Master of the Demon Suppression Tower gave the order.

The fire basin hung behind him; the dark, flickering shadows enveloped Ye Tong.

Through a blur of tears, Ye Tong could still make out the terrifying silhouette of Su Heng's form.

"Sorry... sorry..."

She kept repeating as she slowly picked up the dagger on the ground.

And thrust it into the eye on the flesh mound.

Behind her,

Su Heng stroked his chin, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

He turned away, his towering figure disappeared into the shadows leading to the stairs to the ninth floor.

Leaving Ye Tong alone, continuously harvesting fresh flesh from the body of the Wolf King, betraying her once-held beliefs.

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Heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoed in the darkness,

Growing slower.

A glint of red light appeared before Su Heng's eyes.

Rounding the corner, the sight before him suddenly opened up.

Red curtains cascaded from the ceiling, and the elegant walls were adorned with bright pearls.

Looking up, the ceiling boasted an array of elaborate wood carvings, hexagonal lanterns exuding warm light, and in each of the four corners were incense burners with carved lotus flowers emitting wisps of blue smoke. Moreover, within the room were partition screens, rare collectibles, sandalwood desks, and more.

It was his first time coming here.

Su Heng had thought he had transmigrated from the Demon Suppression Tower into the boudoir of a noble family's young lady.

However, contained within this warm and lovely room was a powerful demonic monster from a mountain of corpses.

A rustling sound came from inside the room.

Behind the screen, a slender and graceful silhouette faintly appeared. Although the true features were unseen, the mere outline was already a rare beauty in this world.

Hiss!

A sharp and piercing sound of tearing through the air suddenly attacked from behind, reminiscent of the howl of a wild beast exploding in unison.

Without turning his head, Su Heng raised his hand and threw a swing punch backwards.

The pitch-black iron fist collided with the pale and sturdy snake tail, emitting a dull thud. The immense force compressed the air, and countless white air blades burst outwards. However, upon reaching the luxurious furniture around them, they were stopped by layer upon layer of intricate and mysterious golden veins.

Bang!

Su Heng stomped heavily on the ground.

Weighing over a ton, his body surged forward with unrivaled violent force, and without a word, he threw a punch at the graceful silhouette behind the screen.

His punch, although not in full force, was delivered without holding back and utilized some of the Transformed Dragon State power. The formidable strength was such that even facing the head of a high-speed train, Su Heng could forcibly bring it to a halt.

But before touching the screen, a multitude of golden lines emerged in the void, weaving into a dense web.

Faint golden ripples spread outward along the web-like veins.

Su Heng's wildly violent punch was actually stopped dead by this set of array patterns.

Crack!

A crisp sound emerged as cracks appeared on the screen.

After a moment of silence, the latter collapsed with a bang, turning into a pile of wood shavings and fragments.

Su Heng let out a long sigh, and the large twisted blood vessels that had filled his eyes receded and disappeared like living creatures.

He took a step back as the previously exaggerated and frenzied strength on his body gradually vanished, and his demeanor once again became calm.

The screen was shattered.

The figure behind it finally came into Su Heng's view.

Just as Su Heng had imagined, she had a strikingly ghostly and divinely alarming bone structure and a demeanor that was chillingly beautiful.

Dressed in a white gown, it outlined a svelte figure. Her hair that was like clouds spilled out, shimmering with an indescribable luster in the warm light.

Her upper body was indeed perfect to behold.

But if one's gaze shifted to the lower body, the scene became quite horrifying.

Below the woman's snow-white skirt hem, where shapely and slender legs should have been, was a thick snake tail covered in translucent scales instead. The snake tail, over three meters long, coiled around table legs, dragged on the floor, and produced unsettling rustling friction noises.

"What terrifying talent," the female demon's cool gaze fell on Su Heng, "It seems your strength has increased quite a bit in the few days we haven't seen each other."

"Hehe!"

Su Heng chuckled coldly, sitting casually on the desk.

"Still can't kill you," he said with some regret. "I still don't understand why Li Daoxuan and his people would treat you so well when you're clearly a prisoner."

"Is it that hard to comprehend? Because I am strong enough," the female demon slightly lifted her chin, "If it were my heyday, this tower couldn't hold me."

"Tsk tsk..."

Su Heng asked, "What lies at the Corpse Mountain? Are there many powerful demons like you there?"

The female demon just looked at him indifferently, without opening her mouth to speak.

Su Heng knew.

That would be a different price.

"Have you brought the things I asked you to bring?" The female demon's cold voice came.

Su Heng raised an eyebrow, his gaze greedily lingering on her body for a moment.

The female demon seemed somewhat displeased.

With a slight frown, she still stretched out her hand to gently caress her thick snake tail.

Then, with a ripping sound, a chunk of flesh weighing about two to three pounds, along with scales, was torn off and casually thrown to Su Heng.

Thump!

Su Heng reached out to catch it, carefully placing it by his side.

He took out a bamboo basket from the dark corner, already prepared, filled with fresh fruits and vegetables, salt, honey, some pastries, and popular storybooks, packed to the brim.

Su Heng pushed the bamboo basket with his hand, and it skimmed over ten meters across the wooden floor, passing through a golden ripple, and finally stopped beside the woman's snake tail.

The snake tail, covered with white scales, had almost fully healed; the immense vitality of the demon was undeniably evident.

This demon from Corpse Mountain was named Liu Qingqing.

Extremely powerful.

She was a great demon, close to a death-level one.

If one were to discuss realms, she was an entire rank above even Li Daoxuan.

The majority of the Earth Vein Array Patterns in the entire Demon Suppression Tower were used to seal her.

But it was precisely because of this that many Earth Vein Array Patterns were linked to the ninth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower. The overly complex energies made it impossible for Su Heng to operate even with a Token. Instead, a kind of barrier had formed, preventing the people inside from getting out, and Su Heng from entering from the outside.

To open this barrier,

Unless one completely destroyed the Demon Suppression Tower, or interrupted the seal completely for a period of time.

Neither of these conditions could be easily met in a short period. Su Heng had tried several times before but could only give up for the time being.

A pact was reached between the two.

Su Heng would regularly source some goods she needed from the outside as gifts to appease her.

In return, Liu Qingqing would give Su Heng some of her flesh for him to use for his cultivation.

Although the amount of demon flesh was not extensive, its taste was quite exquisite.

By comparison,

The flesh of the Wolf King, after being overly exploited, was like greasy swill, almost unbearable to consume.

Su Heng looked up and swallowed the flesh with scales on the table in one gulp; the white, hard snake scales crunched like fried food inside his mouth.

"I'll come to see you again in a while," Su Heng waved his hand and left the ninth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower.

Liu Qingqing stood erect in the large red room, her eyes vacant as she watched Su Heng's figure gradually swallowed by darkness.

"If you were still alive... you should be about this size now," the female demon's wistful murmur drifted from the darkness.