One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Although their contact was brief,

Zhao Yingning could feel Su Heng’s respect, which was also the reason she decided to hand over the atlas and the key ahead of time.

"The message you brought is even more valuable than I had anticipated," Su Heng said earnestly, "Once you and your clanspeople are out of danger, I will give you an additional portion of cultivation resources. If you desire any other reward, you can also discuss it with me."

"Thank you," Zhao Yingning said, grateful.

With a flip of his hand, Su Heng grasped the golden feather in his hand, his face showing a trace of emotion.

"As expected of a legendary creature, just a single feather possesses such a rich and fiery life essence."

It was hard to imagine how powerful the Golden Crow was at its peak.

Even if it were not as great as a True Dragon.

It must not be too far off, being an existence within a life level of its own.

"Have your clanspeople gathered?" Su Heng asked.

"Mhm," Zhao Yingning nodded.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Let us not delay then, and set off as soon as possible," Su Heng took a step forward but then stopped, an expression of surprise on his face.

"What is it?" Zhao Yingning’s heart trembled, and she quickly asked.

"It’s nothing, it’s not about you," Su Heng said with a smile, yet his eyes were filled with a chilling light, "I didn’t expect this fool would really dare to come, quite interesting."

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In another part of the complex caverns,

Kui Lang, the star lord, halted in his tracks in the narrow, dim corridor.

His arched eyebrows knitted tightly together, he squinted his eyes, carefully surveying the path before suddenly turning back to glance behind him, finding nothing but emptiness.

Having confirmed multiple times that there was nothing there, yet pervaded by an inexplicable sense of threat that, rather than dissipating, was growing more oppressive with time, like the impending gloom of a rain cloud, until it became hard to breathe.

Bang!

A muffled sound, accompanied by a slight tremor of the ground.

A series of fine pebbles mixed with dust rolled down from the steep wall.

Kui Lang’s heart quivered violently, that discomforting signal growing stronger. His entire body’s hair stood on end like steel needles, his muscles tensed, and an involuntary growl of threat emerged from his throat.

The darkness seemed to turn into a tangible mist, enveloping him.

Fear gripped his heart like a giant hand, and Kui Lang was beginning to regret venturing alone into this cavern.

The anxiety in his heart intensified.

And just as this sensation of unease reached its peak—

Boom!

The wall to his left exploded instantly like a blooming reed.

Stones blasted outwards like shrapnel, dust billowing, a figure of unbelievable strength emerged from it, filling the entire space before Kui Lang. Though he was the fearsome Demon Lord, in the shadow of that person, he appeared frail and weak as a pup, utterly powerless. Bang!

Before Kui Lang could react,

A gigantic, dark fist, hard as iron stone, smashed into his face, immediately breaking sinew and bone, twisting his head. Kui Lang was sent flying like a toy, crashing heavily into a rock wall and becoming buried in debris.

Crumble!

The mound of earth loosened, a large hand pressed against Kui Lang’s neck, hoisting him up.

A sneering face filled Kui Lang’s vision, and once the dust settled and he saw the newcomer, his pupils contracted sharply, the extreme shock momentarily dispelling his fear.