Chapter 76: Chapter 74: The Irresistible Trend (6th Update, Seeking Monthly Votes)
Whoosh!
It was a rainy night.
The incessant rain fell onto the surface of the river, creating ripples; it fell on the leaves within the courtyard, making a rustling sound.
Sheets of crystalline rainwater cascaded down from the green tiles in front of Su Heng, forming a curtain of beads.
Su Heng sat cross-legged, facing the expansive Guan River outside.
Occasionally, lightning streaked across the sky, sudden flashes of silver snakes, with the ancient and vast scenery of Canglong Mountain faintly visible in the distance.
Next to Su Heng's left hand was a jar, its lid already open, inside, large chunks of demon flesh was emitting a substantial red mist, sizzling as it filled the room.
And along with the blood-red grease, dripping down from the irregular chunks of flesh.
Yet Su Heng didn't mind the greasiness, he tilted his head back and swallowed a chunk whole.
He now weighed over eight hundred pounds, standing around two meters thirty tall, and his physique was extremely well-proportioned and robust.
Underneath his strong neck were developed trapezius muscles, extending down to broad and firm shoulders, with two arms as thick as pillars, and bulging with muscles, naturally hanging down.
He was currently sitting cross-legged on the meditation cushion of the outdoor viewing platform.
The developed latissimus dorsi muscles on his back were blocking the open door behind him completely.
His body's muscles displayed the dense hardness of metal, with bulging masses, combined with a face that carried the dignified and solemn expression of an ancient emperor.
Just a single look,
Would give one the sense of invincibility, as if witnessing a deity walking amongst mortals.
Ordinary Martial Artists could only attempt to change their innate attributes by fusing with demon carcasses, a method fraught with immense risks.
But Su Heng didn't need to do that.
His stature was growing infinitely and tending towards perfection.
As long as he was alive, with an ample supply of food, even without any cultivation technique,
Su Heng could feel himself growing stronger every day, moving slowly toward a terrifying, non-human realm.
The difference,
Was merely one of speed.
The room, which had been adequate for normal living, now felt increasingly cramped for Su Heng's massive frame.
Particularly when passing under the door frame,
Su Heng needed to be cautious to lower his head; otherwise, he would directly bring the house down.
On such a rainy day, making a commotion was bound to cause troubles, spoiling the good mood he had just been in.
Inside the room.
The oil lamp on the wall burned silently.
He bent down to pick up two booklets from the bookshelf, which recorded the secrets of genuine cultivation techniques.
After flipping through each for a moment, Su Heng quickly made up his mind, "The power of the Green Wood Longevity Technique at the bone-force stage, combined with the Red Sun Black Evil Force, is already quite formidable. But when I fight, my means of trapping my enemies are still too simplistic."
"The force power of the Cold Ice Charm comes with a layer of ice sealing and delaying effects, which should compensate slightly for this shortcoming."
After some thought,
Su Heng put back the booklet recording the "Miniature Mist Skill."
And the other small booklet that detailed the "Cold Ice Charm" was the one he decided to keep in hand for the next five days of intense cultivation.
Crack!
First, a flash of silver, then a scorching bolt of lightning descended from the skies.
Then came the rumble of thunder, echoing over the mountains, startling a host of birds into flight.
Outside the wide-open door, a pitch-dark shadow abruptly appeared in the courtyard, with the incessant rain dripping down on either side of him.
Su Heng paused what he was doing and squinted slightly.
Then he put the booklet back down.
He took a step forward, into the courtyard beyond the door.
"Who are you?" Su Heng asked, his voice gentle. He didn't want a stranger's unexpected visit to ruin his good mood.
The person slowly lifted his head, revealing under the dark hood a face without features.
"Who I am is not important,"
Came a murky, hoarse voice, though the faceless person had no mouth.