One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

The two guests Jin Mingxi spoke of were in the reception room on the fifth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower.

When Su Heng pushed the door open and entered the room, he immediately noticed that the temperature inside was much higher than outside, and not by just a single degree.

Bright moonlight poured into the room through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

On a table covered with a sheet in the center of the room, lay an unconscious girl.

The girl was tall and slender, her beautiful and strong muscle contours visible through her white clothes. The semi-transparent scales adorning her forehead and cheeks added a unique exotic charm to her appearance.

What's more, her body temperature was very high.

It was summer, and the room felt as if there was a stove inside. Even though all the windows had been fully opened outward, the air within the room remained stuffy and hot.

Li Hongxiu sat next to the girl in white, with a red enamel basin on a small table beside her.

The basin was filled with white ice blocks condensed using the Domineering Dragon Secret Method.

She placed it on the girl's forehead.

Hiss!

The ice block melted at a rate visible to the naked eye, billowing smoke and casting a shadow in the bright moonlight.

"Governor!" Luo Shuang, the Deputy Governor, was also there.

She was squinting slightly, her muscles tense, as if she was on guard against the two strangers. Seeing Su Heng arriving, Luo Shuang let out a slight sigh of relief. Among all the Deputy Governors, Luo Shuang's intuition was the sharpest. She detected a strong threat emanating from the unconscious girl.

"Why are all the people in this room female? Is the Demon Suppression Bureau becoming a bit too yin and not enough yang..."

These thoughts grumbled in Su Heng's mind.

He nodded his head as a greeting to Luo Shuang.

He then turned his gaze to the last person in the room—a beautiful short-haired woman with a clean and crisp demeanor.

"I am Su Heng, the Governor of the Demon Suppression Bureau," Su Heng spoke softly, "May I know why this lady has sought me out?"

"My name is Luo Qi."

The short-haired woman next to the window took a deep breath.

Being so close to Su Heng, a towering giant, she felt an inexplicable pressure.

Fortunately, she quickly adapted, her expression stern. She strode up to Su Heng, bowed deeply, and said, "My companion is a descendant of An Shelie, and we are being pursued by our family. If you can offer us protection, we are willing to exchange clues to An Shelie's ancestral tomb."

"We have already found the general location of An Shelie's tomb," Su Heng said, "So the information you're offering is not especially valuable to me."

"To activate certain mechanisms within the tomb, one must use Dragon Blood," Luo Qi said earnestly, "I know some information about the tomb has spread, but it's not as simple as it seems. In fact, it's very likely that this information itself is a trap."

"Oh?"

Su Heng showed a look of interest. "So, the information about the tomb is fake?"

"The information regarding the tomb is not fake, but what lies inside may not be what they imagine," Luo Qi threw in another bombshell, "An Shelie, very likely—no, An Shelie is not dead. When the tomb opens, it will be the time of his resurrection."

Amidst a silence, Luo Qi's heart pounded.

Because what she had just said was too extraordinary, too difficult to accept.

She feared being kicked out immediately as a lunatic, or worse, being seized for research as a specimen; countless terrifying thoughts passed through Luo Qi's mind, making her body tremble slightly, biting her lip and looking up directly into Su Heng's eyes.

Those eyes, clear with black and white, held an abyssal calm.

Su Heng sat on a long bench specially prepared for him, stretched out a hand, and Luo Shuang passed him a large bronze-cast wine jar.

"Hiss..."

Su Heng sipped the sweet wine and said, "Let's hear what you have to say."

"Phew!" Luo Qi took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and only then realized her back was covered in cold sweat.

"My lord, are you aware of the divisions within the Heavenly Deceit Realm?"

"Dong Xuan, Qi Control, Zhen Zhen," Su Heng replied softly while holding the wine jar.

"Correct," Luo Qi picked up the thread, "Heavenly Deceit pertains to the development of the brain domain, but these three realms are different. Simply put, Dong Xuan is about sensing anomalies, seeing them. Qi Control is about touching, being able to borrow power from the realm of immortality. As for Zhen Zhen, reaching this step allows one to freely travel between the two realms like a deity, possessing a variety of inconceivable Divine Skills."

"Sounds somewhat similar to the dead-level demons," Su Heng murmured.

"With deeper development in the Heavenly Deceit, the greater the difference in thought from humans. Reaching this realm indeed doesn't differ much from demons," Luo Qi nodded in agreement.

"So, An Shelie has reached the Zhen Zhen realm?"

"More than a decade before An Shelie's peak, he had already stood firm in the third step, the Zhen Zhen realm. And at the time of his fall, he might have reached another realm, even more mysterious and terrifying," Luo Qi swallowed, "I don't know exactly what that realm is. But I've heard An Ran mention that even if An Shelie's flesh had decayed, his spirit could persist in the realm of immortality for a thousand years. As long as there's bloodline descendants in the world, in a proper moment, An Shelie could descend into his offspring."

"Sounds similar to the resurrection by imparting flesh, typical of dead-level demons," Su Heng frowned and set down the wine jar.

He suddenly remembered the Buddha image that had emerged in Xie Linyuan's mind.