One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 546: Chapter 450 Rebirth, Thousand Mile Pursuit

“Let’s go!”

Lodanzo reached out to grab his companion’s arm.

He crushed a blood-colored rune, and a blur of light fiercely leapt from his body.

It quickly spread, enveloping the entire battlefield. With a sharp sound, the once chaotic battlefield suddenly cleared. All the Gold-eating Insects disappeared, leaving only some members of the Imperial Coalition gasping for breath on the field.

Boom!

Like the thunder of apocalypse hitting the ground, it roared.

Su Heng’s massive mountain-like figure descended from the sky, the ground trembled incessantly, magma mixed with poisonous gases from the celestial realm gushed out from the cracks, and the distant Bronze Fortress trembled ceaselessly, the sound of steel under pressure howled nonstop on the battlefield. As pieces of broken limestone dust rose before his eyes, a huge crater, like that of a meteor impact, also appeared under Su Heng’s feet.

Hiss!

The dark and hideous tail dragged across the ground.

Even if the ground’s rock layers had become harder than steel under the impact of a tremendous force,

beneath the long tail covered in black reverse barbs, they were still as fragile as tofu, easily sliced apart, leaving irregular marks.

“Hu!”

Hot air currents tore wildly across the battlefield.

A pair of majestic dark golden pupils slowly lit up on the battlefield, as Su Heng descended from the sky with an authority thick and grim as if commanding the world.

…

“Only you few are left on the Mythical Battlefield?”

Within the long, deep corridor of the Bronze Fortress, Su Heng, having reverted to his human form, walked alongside a burly member of the Imperial Army.

As they passed some houses, through the windows on the metal doors, they could see piles of corpses that hadn’t been dealt with yet, and some people with numb expressions sitting on their beds bandaging their wounds.

In response to the Demon Dragon’s inquiry, the old member of the Imperial Army replied in a deep voice, “The war on the Wanyuan Plain was fierce; many died, and we didn’t receive enough support.”

“If you hadn’t arrived in time, perhaps today would have been the day the situation completely collapsed,” the voice of the Imperial Army carried a note of relief.

“Hmm.” Su Heng nodded.

The two reached the end of this corridor, facing a massive bronze gate.

Su Heng noticed specks of crimson blood on the ground, and the Imperial Army stood firm at the door; he seemed to have triggered some mechanism, and instantly, the sound of gears turning came from within the walls.

Lights interwove; the thick door slowly opened inward.

Inside were two young maids holding long swords, their faces full of vigilance. They relaxed slightly upon seeing the face of the Imperial Army.

“As you can see, the Princess is inside,” the old Imperial Army slightly bowed to Su Heng and gestured for him to enter, then stood firm like an iron tower at the door.

“I know.”

Su Heng nodded, walking straight towards the room.

The two maids instinctively wanted to inquire about Su Heng’s origin, but as they opened their mouths, they felt an overwhelming aura engulf them. They couldn’t speak, nor could they control their bodies. They each stepped back, opening a path in front of Su Heng. As he swept past them, carrying a brisk wind with him, the oppressive feeling that made them tremble diminished slightly.

“You look a mess,” Su Heng said as he arrived at the bedside, his arms crossed over his chest, looking down from above at Ji Huaxi lying there.

The room was brightly lit, but this only served to highlight Ji Huaxi’s pale complexion even more.

Her body was almost bare, her normally smooth skin like white jade was covered in scars. Some barely healed, others covered with centipede-like ugly scars. Among these injuries, the most severe was at her abdomen; Cardoze’s strike had nearly cut her in half, her internal organs shattered, her spine fractured, with only a small portion of flesh on the left side barely holding together.

Her body’s blood was almost drained, leading to visible shrinking of her stature and cheeks.

Traces of cleaned wounds emitted a strong herbal scent, but evidently, they were of no avail. As Su Heng approached the bed, a smell of decay wafted into his nostrils.

Hearing the voice at her side,

Ji Huaxi first struggled to open her eyes, then her pupils trembled slightly.

Only then, amidst a blur of light and shadow, did she see Su Heng’s massive black figure; a weak smile appeared on her face, her voice soft as if murmuring in a dream, “Really…I’m sorry for you to see me in such an embarrassing state.”

Su Heng’s brows lightly furrowed as he bent down to examine her injuries, and soon sensed the clues.

Normally, Ji Huaxi, with her Phoenix Bloodline and having practiced Su Heng’s Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill to an introductory level, would have an extremely vigorous life force.

Such injuries, though severe,

In Su Heng’s view, were still far from fatal.

The core reason for her current condition was the toxins secreted by the Gold-eating Insects, which blocked and suppressed her life force.

Had he arrived a bit earlier, Su Heng would have methods to disintegrate these toxins, and with the aid of the Phoenix Bloodline’s gift of rebirth from ashes, Ji Huaxi could have recovered smoothly. But the situation was now tricky; she had fought for too long, her life origin overdrawn. Not only did the toxins’ corrosion need resolving, but the damaged origin also needed repairing.

“Am I going to die?” Ji Huaxi’s lips cracked as she calmly looked at him.

“No.”

Su Heng shook his head and said, “You won’t die.”

“I originally planned to take this opportunity to severely extort you, but I didn’t expect things to turn out this way.” He half knelt by the bed, gently grasping Ji Huaxi’s hand, and Su Heng’s face showed a smile as he spoke gently, “But I’ve always disliked making unprofitable deals, remember to pay me back double what you owe me.”

His fingers slightly curled.

Sharp nails tore a wound in the center of Ji Huaxi’s palm.

Following that, a wound also split open in the center of Su Heng’s palm, from which hot, sticky blood oozed out, slowly flowing from one wound to the other into Ji Huaxi’s body. Like a sudden rain in a parched desert, the blood rich with life force was quickly absorbed by Ji Huaxi’s body.

Under the effect of radiation.

The toxins lurking inside Ji Huaxi were decomposed, and microscopic parasites were also eradicated.

The process of blood exchange brought unimaginable pain. Ji Huaxi’s body was already very weak, now her eyelashes trembled lightly, unable to speak. However, her life force was visibly recovering quickly, the wounds on her body healed, and a faint blush gradually emerged on her pale cheeks.

“Rest well for a bit.”

After a few moments, once Ji Huaxi’s injuries had stabilized.

Their palms separated, and Su Heng lowered his head to see the wound on his hand also healing.

Su Heng’s body was robust, and the origin energy he used was nothing significant for him, but it was enough to bring Ji Huaxi back from near death to safety, and could even enhance her inherent aptitude further.

However, this method of treatment was not widely applicable.

On one hand, both practiced the same cultivation technique, with similar origins; on the other hand, it was due to Ji Huaxi’s Phoenix Bloodline, which inherently possessed a strong adaptability.

If any other martial artists, even Shi Teng who excelled physically, forcefully absorbed Su Heng’s blood, it would be courting death.

Ji Huaxi fell into a deep sleep.

Su Heng stood up and left the room.

Behind him, the sound of gears turning resumed, and the bronze door cast slowly closed, the light disappearing.

Su Heng walked towards the outside of the Bronze Fortress, the veteran Imperial Army following behind him.

Although the origin Su Heng used in treating Ji Huaxi wasn’t significant for him, he felt slightly hungry and thirsty.

He thought of the insects that had escaped earlier, turning to the nearby Imperial Army to ask, “I heard before that the Longevity King had come to help, why didn’t I see him this time?”

“The Longevity King has fallen,” the veteran Imperial Army replied.

“His body fell into the hands of a tyrant from the insect swarm. The Princess went to retrieve it and was ambushed, severely injured, and subsequently fell into disadvantage in the battle.”

“Is that so.”

Su Heng nodded, “I see.”

A streak of blood-red light appeared in front of him, he had already left the Bronze Fortress.

Standing beneath the towering city walls on the battlefield, Su Heng scanned around and quickly found some shell fragments left on the battlefield. He reached out, and the shell fragments flew towards him, landing in his hand. He narrowed his eyes and twitched his nose slightly, sensing the scent they emitted.

Leveraging the powerful spiritual power he gained from integrating the Spirit Void Dao Wood, Su Heng quickly found their direction of escape.

“I need to take a short trip; I should be back soon,” Su Heng told the Imperial Army member beside him.

Without waiting for a reply,

He lightly tapped the ground with his toes, with a sound of tearing air.

Su Heng’s burly figure suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a series of black lightning in the sky.

…

Bang!

As a strong sense of dizziness gradually dispersed.

Cardoze staggered, already appearing with his companions in a swamp filled with putrid soil.

Mud was everywhere, and further away, huge trees swaying could be seen; they seemed to have been transported to a strange forest, the air filled with the scent of wild animals.

Gurgle!

Before he could carefully observe their surroundings.

The once calm swamp suddenly churned, bubbling up.

A warrior among them let out a terrified scream, raising his long spear high, as the mud splashed, a huge black shadow leaped out from it.

A massive crocodile with a dragon head surged out, tearing the unfortunate one in half.

Hot blood splashed out, mixing with the rippling swamp.

“Damn fool!” Cardoze cursed out loud, grasping the handle of his blade, watching the mounds of approaching mud in the distance.

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