One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 8: Delicacies

"This, this, this..."

The elder of the Su Family stared at the bizarre piece of meat in Su Heng’s hand, feeling that his worldview had been greatly shaken, unable to speak for a long while. After a moment, the elder regained the ability to organize his speech.

He turned his head to Zhao Hu beside him, "Martial Master Zhao, during your younger days when you traveled everywhere, have you ever come across something like this?"

"In my days wandering the martial world, indeed I have heard plenty of taboos and legends related to demons and evil spirits," Zhao Hu also had a strange expression on his face, and he spoke slowly, "But if you’re asking about personal experiences, this is also a first for me."

"However..."

Zhao Hu’s gaze toward Su Heng carried a trace of respect, "Second Young Master Su is truly brave extraordinary, to have such courage after such a short time of martial arts training. Truly, a hero emerges from youth, remarkable, absolutely remarkable."

"What’s important is how to deal with this situation." Su Heng had not a hint of pride, his gaze calmly resting on the elder of the Su Family.

"First, let’s block this well." The Su elder twirled his goatee chin as he cautiously spoke, "Also, we shouldn’t let anyone live in this courtyard anymore. Su Shang, there are two rooms in your second brother’s courtyard; you and your brother can stay together in one courtyard."

"Nearby there’s Xionger Mountain, and upon it lies Dinglin Temple. It is said that the monks in Dinglin Temple possess Divine Skills and are virtuous ascetics of high practice. I plan to donate a sum of Silver to the temple and invite the monks to perform a ritual at our residence."

Speaking of inviting monks to perform a ritual, the Su elder’s pained expression was written all over his face.

But compared to the safety of his progeny, this amount of money counted for nothing.

"Right!"

The Su elder accidentally yanked out a whisker from his chin, grimacing in pain.

He looked up at Su Heng, who had grown much taller and sturdier since starting his martial training, his vitality and spirit visibly abundant. "And you..."

The elder stretched out his finger toward Su Heng, taking a deep breath as if he had made up his mind, "Starting now, I will give you a thousand... no! I’ll give you one thousand five hundred Silver Taels every month for you to use for your martial arts training. You can use this Silver as you see fit."

"Good!" Su Heng’s eyes lit up.

In this world, Silver had strong purchasing power, with one Silver Tael being roughly equivalent to a thousand units of currency from his former life.

One thousand five hundred Silver Taels meant a personal expenditure of 1.5 million a month. Although the Su Family was wealthy and influential, it was not easy to take out such a large sum of Silver every month. Nevertheless, the Su elder’s attitude when making this decision was very firm.

Where there are ways to save, one should save, but one should not hesitate to spend where it is necessary.

Since Su Heng had already proven his extraordinary martial talent, and given the various strange events occurring in Changqing County, it indicated that some dangerous, yet unknown changes were taking place.

Therefore, he was willing to prepare in advance, sparing no expense to support Su Heng’s martial arts training.

And for Su Heng...

Whether it was

Su Heng made up his mind, stuffed that small piece of flesh into his mouth, and began to slowly chew.

Crack!

It was like a golden flash of lightning exploding in his mind.

In his previous life, Su Heng had watched some cooking-themed anime. The top-notch delicacies in those shows would give off a golden glow when finished, and tasting them was likened to being struck by lightning, able to bring a person to joyful tears.

Of course, those were all exaggerated artistic expressions; such foods simply could not exist in the real world.

But now it was different.

Su Heng truly felt as if he were experiencing it firsthand—this demon’s flesh was unbelievably delicious.

But it wasn’t just delicious. Su Heng could feel the muscles in his intestines writhing as if stimulated, rapidly absorbing the nutrients from his breakfast. Even his previously dormant Pure Yang Skill had begun to operate automatically, producing a tingling sensation throughout his muscles, a sign that all the meridians in his body were being stimulated to transform and grow further.