One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 200: 171: Devouring Whole and Chewing Slowly

Hui Tong Monk felt as if a ferocious tiger were staring at his back, extending its tongue to lick his neck.

He harbored no thoughts of resistance in his heart, not even the courage and determination it would take to flee for his life. Hui Tong Monk muttered the Heart Sutra silently to himself while tremblingly beginning to explain, "Noble layman, please quell your anger. My brother and I are just monks wandering this place and mean no harm."

"Mean no harm?"

Su Heng let out a "heh" as if he had heard some joke, and scoffed, "To look up and see the king implies intent to strike down the monarch. Tell me where you come from, and I might grant you a quick death."

"I—" Hui Tong Monk’s mind raced.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a large hand spread its fingers and brutally press down on his head.

"You are hesitating," Su Heng’s icy, merciless voice came through as he sneered, "It seems you’re thinking about how to deceive me, but you don’t use the chances you get."

Crack!

Hui Tong only felt an intense pain engulf him.

His head, like a rubber ball, spun 360 degrees in the palm of Su Heng’s hand, with blood seeping from his mouth and nose.

He was as dead as one could be.

Su Heng stepped forward to the obese Monk Hui Ming’s side.

Hui Ming’s eyes were destroyed, but he could still hear the screams and opened his mouth in a plea for mercy.

But without any discussion, Su Heng’s foot came down,

Upon arriving at this place, Su Heng had detected a strong scent of sesame oil in the air, along with the attire of the two monks.

He could basically guess they had come from Skull Plain.

As for what they were doing—

It likely had to do with plotting an assassination or the like.

"Li Lingxiu’s whereabouts have been leaked," the thought flashed through Su Heng’s mind.

"These two monks are of average cultivation; ambushing a military commander like Li Lingxiu should be quite unlikely."

A new doubt surfaced in his heart.

Su Heng furrowed his brows slightly, taking in his surroundings.

Soon, he noticed an old, strange rattan chest under a parasol tree not far away.

The swampy air in summer was dry and humid, but only around the rattan chest was there a bone-chilling coldness wafting. The ubiquitous mosquitoes and flies had vanished, and there was a puddle of dark grease on the ground, emitting a stench of death—as if it had been made from human blood and flesh.

"These monks from Skull Plain are really bizarre." The Demon Suppression Bureau had records of these esoteric Buddhist practices.

But seeing it with his own eyes was a first.

A sense of vigilance rose in his heart, but after all, his skills emboldened him.

Su Heng did not ponder too much and directly reached for the rattan chest in front of him.

Many black hair-like strands seeped out from the gaps of the rattan chest, swaying slightly like seaweed, casting shadows in the sunlight.

Su Heng’s thick, fiery fingers touched the abundant strands, and like an electric shock, the hair swiftly withdrew back into the rattan chest.

The rattan chest, which radiated a cold aura, appeared quite ordinary.

Upon touching Su Heng’s fingers, it "crackled" and shattered into countless small fragments.

A monk with a body covered in corpse spots, a skin-and-bones figure, and terrifyingly gaunt appeared before Su Heng.

This bald monk wore no clothes at all but the sagging folds of skin could still prove her gender. She raised her head, revealing a bald mouth, her eyes atrophied and fallen out, leaving only two points of red light inside— ?

If eyes are windows to the soul,

Then when Su Heng and the nun locked gazes, an intense instinct told him that another terrifying life resided within the nun’s body.

"Hehehe..."

The nun seemed to have long lost her senses, her face filled with agony.

Upon seeing Su Heng, she grinned with her toothless mouth, letting out a string of foolish laughter.

"Your vitality is so strong," the nun said steadily, suddenly addressing Su Heng.

"What do you mean?" Su Heng shuddered.

Not from fear.

But because the nun looked so bizarre, especially without clothing.

Su Heng felt it dirtied his eyes, especially when she laughed, and goosebumps erupted all over him.

"It will like you," the emaciated nun sighed, "I will finally be able to be free."

"It?" Su Heng touched his chin thoughtfully, "Are you talking about the thing inside of you?"

The nun did not answer, just laughing to herself. But as she laughed, she began to cough violently.

A sound like a slithering python came from her withered body. Black blood tears flowed from her pupils, followed by a massive amount of black hair seeping out from her eye sockets, nostrils, and mouth.

Pfft!

In the end, the nun’s head completely burst open.

Numerous thick, black sludge-like strands burst forth like a fountain, extending outward, forming a more than five-meter-tall, grotesque demon with a twisted visage. The sunlight in the surrounding area dimmed instantly, and a multitude of hair strands intertwined and spread, covering a hundred-meter radius, transforming it into a domain bound and controlled by itself.

"So, you are actually the ace up the sleeve of these monks," Su Heng touched his chin and did not choose to intervene but watched the scene with interest.

"The Esteemed Black Evil Bodhisattva."

A vague, grating voice emanated from within the giant, echoing in the forest draped with black hair.

The giant’s features became distorted and then gradually, human eyes, a nose, and other facial features emerged.

However, its mouth was exceptionally large, and the flickering red light in its eye sockets was especially spine-chilling. Now, looking down on Su Heng with a gaze filled with greed, it seemed eager to swallow him whole in one breath.

"I give you two choices."

The voice of the Black Devil Bodhisattva came again, much clearer this time, although the tone was still unpleasant, "The first choice is to be eaten by this Bodhisattva now. The second choice is to merge with me, to cross the sea of suffering together, and to ascend to the other shore."

"I have heard that some temples in Skull Plain have the ’Imperial Control’ technique."

Su Heng, looking at the Black Devil Bodhisattva’s eyes, sneered and said, "I originally thought this path of Imperial Control was for human Martial Artists to command demons and monsters, but now that I have seen it with my own eyes, it doesn’t seem as miraculous as the rumors suggest. It’s clear that it’s you monsters who treat a Martial Artist’s essence, qi, and spirit as offerings."

"However..."

"I wonder if the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas worshiped in the temples of Skull Plain are all monsters like you."

As a Demon Suppression Bureau chief tasked with guarding the region, his position was neither high nor low, but certainly not insignificant. Su Heng had direct access to many important records. He had some understanding of the "Imperial Control" technique of Skull Plain from various documents.

But now that he had seen it with his own eyes.

The bizarreness of this cultivation technique still exceeded his imagination.

"So, are you refusing this Bodhisattva’s grace?" The Black Devil Bodhisattva, sensing that a Martial Artist with such a powerful physical body was hard to come by, did not become angry but instead tried to persuade earnestly, "Those people were not killed by me; they temporarily merged their lives with mine and ascended to bliss together..."

As it spoke, the Black Devil Bodhisattva’s arms spread open.

On its chest, serene human faces began to appear, with both men and women, numbering in the dozens.

"You can also become one of them," the voice of the Black Devil Bodhisattva tempted.

Unfortunately, "No!"

Having witnessed the legendary "Imperial Control" technique firsthand, Su Heng was gradually losing patience. He sneered and said, "I have a third choice, and besides, why should I follow rules set by you?"

"Are you trying to escape?" the Black Devil Bodhisattva sighed, "You won’t get a chance."

For hundreds of meters around, it had entwined everything with its hair, creating a domain. Su Heng was now no different from being inside its stomach. Like an insect trapped in a spider’s web or a dragonfly wrapped in a frog’s tongue, he had no chance to struggle.

Hisss—

A sharp pain originated from his foot, interrupting the Black Devil Bodhisattva’s thoughts.

Looking down, it saw scorch marks on the hair that made up its sole, emitting thick white smoke with a pungent odor, as if acidic liquid had been dropped there. A flicker of surprise passed through the Black Devil Bodhisattva’s eyes, but Su Heng, who had stood before it, had vanished.

A mysterious threat emerged in its perception.

The last time it experienced something similar was centuries ago when an ancient and powerful demon passed by on a snowy plain right after it was born.

But that was centuries ago—

The Black Devil Bodhisattva was puzzled.

Amidst the rustling, it retracted its black hair back into its body, making its form look more colossal.

Nonetheless, the sense of crisis did not abate the slightest.

With no other option, it stepped back and looked up.

A grotesque face covered in fierce Bone Armor, with protruding fangs and eyes revealing a hunger, appeared in the Black Devil Bodhisattva’s field of vision.

The exaggerated bone-like tail was whipped through the air, emitting a heavy sound like the breath of a beast.

This half-human, half-dragon monster.

Was none other than Su Heng in his Transformed Dragon State.

His towering seven-plus meters height blocked the sunlight, casting a shadow that completely enveloped the Black Devil Bodhisattva within.

Drip-drop!

Thick, clear saliva fell, stretching into silvery strands through the air.

Su Heng, with his scarlet tongue, licked his lips and offered, "I also give you two choices."

This utterly inhuman monster sinisterly sneered and said, "The first choice is to be devoured alive and flayed by this bureau chief, the second choice is to be slowly chewed and eaten, which do you choose?"

"I—"

The red glow in the Black Devil Bodhisattva’s eyes flashed.

Numerous hairs bristled out like a sea urchin’s spines, seizing the chance to flee.

"Too late!" Su Heng let out a sinister laugh, and his arms came together. Those sharp, pitch-black spikes hit his body, eliciting sparks, and were immediately crushed and broken.

And in the shadow where the sunlight couldn’t reach...

Su Heng’s jaw opened wider than a dislocated snake’s, and then he bit into the Black Devil Bodhisattva’s shoulder.

A chilling, greedy chewing sound resonated in the marshlands.

After a short time.

The Black Devil Bodhisattva’s body had disappeared entirely.

Only Su Heng’s stomach was slightly distended, but as the Taotie Technique operated, his bulging belly quickly returned to normal.

"Roar!"

Su Heng opened his mouth and spat out.

A bundle of black hair was disgorged from his throat, held in his hand.

This was the demonic residue left behind after the Black Devil Bodhisattva’s death, also Su Heng’s second "dead-level" demonic residue. Before he had the chance to take a good look, he heard a whooshing sound from afar.

Su Heng turned to look back and saw that, after he had dealt with all the trouble, Li Lingxiu, the rightful owner, finally arrived with leisurely steps.