Chapter 120: Chapter 112: Fruits

He glanced at the camera.

He had no access, not even the Chief Instructor.

Deng Zhijue thought for a moment and sent a message to Wang Boxiong.

“Report to the Hall Master, an employee from the Demonized Equipment Department said they detected someone with a super resolution in Class 01, and it’s very high. I’m not sure if it’s from our class or an outsider. Could you take a look?”

Wang Boxiong was not on campus, he was at the Martial Guard Bureau.

He glanced and couldn’t be bothered to pay attention.

After finishing his work late at night, he used his access to check the video records.

“Hmm?”

That familiar figure appeared on the screen.

Wang Boxiong quietly watched Zhou Leng complete all the training and tests.

Daily weight load reached 600 kg.

Seeing that familiar number, he couldn’t help remembering the past.

Back in the day, when he first entered Yunhua Martial Arts Academy, those freshmen ranking lower aimed for a 600 kg daily weight load as a goal for the first half of the semester.

“This brat, reaching the True Qi Extreme Realm…”

Wang Boxiong suspected that Zhou Leng not only wasn’t poisoned but also gained a lot in the Celestial Ladder.

Even if he was poisoned, it wasn’t as severe as imagined.

As for the Spirit Poison Light, unless a Martial Saint personally came, it couldn’t be detected.

“With this achievement and the Qi Marvelous Body qualification, we can start the ’Great Wall Shield’ protection plan.”

The next day, Wang Boxiong took a car to the Shuizhou base to meet Brigadier General Chen Shouhu of the Martial Arts Brigade.

The third day, Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong led members of the Demon City Army and the Martial Guard Department to Rucheng’s Martial Arts Bureau to prepare for a secret test.

On the fourth day, Zhou Leng was taken by Wang Boxiong away from the school to the Martial Arts Bureau for an exam.

When returning, it was already evening.

Apart from Wang Boxiong, Chen Shouhu, and other ’Great Wall Shield’ related personnel, no one knew what happened.

Including Zhou Leng.

Because Wang Boxiong told Zhou Leng it was an exam for the ’Eagle Plan,’ urging Zhou Leng to give it his all.

On the fifth day, the Ancient River Stele incident grew larger, shaking the entire Divine Text Realm.

The anonymous person still hadn’t revealed themselves.

So the academicians and chief Divine Text scholars from the Divine Text Domain jointly reported, hoping to identify the person.

The incident caught the attention of the highest level of the Martial Mansion, who ordered an investigation.

Then they found the Great Wall Shield protection list…

The high-level executives of the Martial Mansion had no choice but to state that the anonymous person’s identity cannot be disclosed.

The bigwigs of the Divine Text Domain were dumbfounded.

With no other choice, everyone could only quietly study the article.

The culprit, Zhou Leng, after writing the Divine Text deciphering, found many reply notifications disturbing his cultivation, so he directly turned off message notifications for the Divine Script Ruins section.

Focusing on cultivation is the right path of Extreme Martial Arts.

Regarding the Divine Text, just dealing with it casually was enough.

After recovering, Zhou Leng first posted a request for help in his friend circle, seeking a way to go to the Steel Dwarf Tribe.

He also sought advice from Molten Hammer, Li Linhan, Xue Chengsong, Zhang Xinglie, Deng Zhijue, and others.

Everyone expressed they’d try to get some information.

The message to Molten Hammer kept showing as failed to send.

Zhou Leng also searched online, but nothing seemed reliable; either they required a lot of money, or they entailed sneaking in, which wasn’t necessary unless it was a last resort.

In mid-November, while the Divine Text Realm was in chaos, Rucheng had calmed down.

The retaliations from the Demon Purgatory and the Demon Worship Sect had completely ceased, and all parties returned to their previous tranquility.

Surrounded by mountains and forests, Mammoth Lake’s water was a deep blue, and the sand was fine and white.

On the beach, Zhou Leng grappled with the front left leg of an Eight-toothed Mammoth, channeling his True Qi, exerting all his strength.

The Eight-toothed Mammoth cheerfully shook its head, and with a gentle push, Zhou Leng stumbled backward and fell to the ground.

The Eight-toothed Mammoth excitedly jumped around with its six legs.

Zhou Leng shook his head and said, “Xiaoba, your strength is indeed great.”

Xiaoba was the name Zhou Leng gave the little Eight-toothed Mammoth.

Though Xiaoba didn’t understand, it sensed the compliment and excitedly rushed before Zhou Leng, lying down to snuggle like Huang.

An enormous structure toppled over.

“No, no, no…”

Zhou Leng rolled away to dodge.

The last time Xiaoba did this, it rattled Zhou Leng’s insides, almost making him cough up blood, requiring a day of meditation to recover.

Xiaoba lay on its back with six legs up, looking at Zhou Leng, feeling aggrieved.

Zhou Leng had no choice but to go over and lean against it.

The thick fur of the mammoth was denser than grassland.

Only then did Xiaoba happily wag its trunk.

Huang leapt onto Xiaoba’s belly, bouncing up and down.

Xiaoba, overwhelmed by the tickling, laughed heartily, kicking its six legs randomly.

After some play, Xiaoba extended its trunk, wrapped it around Zhou Leng, placed him on its back, then scooped up Huang, setting off on a run across the grassland.

The strong wind brushed against them, and two large ears flapped with the breeze.

Zhou Leng clung to the mammoth fur, maintaining his balance with occasional bumps.

Before long, Xiaoba rushed into the forest, running for a while before strolling leisurely.

While walking, they came across a fruit tree.

Xiaoba approached, using its trunk to pluck two fruits resembling oversized chili peppers, tossing one to Zhou Leng and one to Huang, then started munching on one itself.

Zhou Leng took out a recently purchased Demonized Poison Detector, quickly sampling for testing.

The two graduated scale displays on the detector showed different colors.

The toxicity display rested in the green zone, with a toxicity value around 0.5, not reaching 1.0, which wasn’t considered toxic.

For martial artists with Zhou Leng’s physique, anything below 2.0 isn’t considered toxic.

The energy display remained in the blue zone, showing an energy value around 5.3.

However, the energy reading was an estimate and not entirely accurate.

Even so, it was sufficient.

Because the energy value of a Blood Replenishing Pill was only around 2.0.

The energy value of Replenishing Essence Pills was only about 6.0.

Huang held the chili pepper fruit in its mouth, looking at Zhou Leng.

“Go ahead, eat,” Zhou Leng said, wiping it off with his hand before taking a bite.

The texture was like an apple, but sprinkled with chili powder.

Huang took a few bites, tears streaming down, but continued eating.

After finishing, Zhou Leng clearly sensed a warm current surging within his body.

Although there was a slight discomfort, it was completely negligible.

This warm current dissolved entirely in the stomach and intestines, leaving no residue, merging into the inner lining.

It unexpectedly had the effect of tempering the stomach and intestines.

The key is that this is a fruit, not a medicine, not only without side effects, but under the effect of medicinal supplements, the efficacy is even higher.

“Bring me another one.” Zhou Leng pointed at the fruit.

Xiaoba plucked two more with his nose and tossed them to Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng ate two more in a row, feeling the energy full, jumped to the ground, sat cross-legged to meditate and regulate his Qi, digesting the energy of the fruit.

Soon, Zhou Leng opened his eyes, seeing Xiaoba holding a small bunch of tender leaves with his nose, placing them in front of him.

Zhou Leng took it, pointed at his own mouth, and asked, “Is this for me to eat?”

Xiaoba nodded.

Zhou Leng tested it, found 1.5 toxicity, his body could handle it.

The energy was only 3.2, not high.

So Zhou Leng tried a bit, felt nothing, then ate half.

You can’t trust the appetite of an Eight-toothed Mammoth.

Afterward, Zhou Leng only felt his stomach growling, and then…

Zhou Leng glanced at Xiaoba.

Rhythmic flatulence echoed in the forest.

Xiaoba thought Zhou Leng was playing with him, happily dancing to the rhythm with his nose.

Latter, Zhou Leng found a secluded spot with his Magic Spirit Bag and slowly walked back.

Zhou Leng meditated and regulated his Qi, sensing his Martial Arts.

Unexpectedly, his stomach and intestines felt exceptionally comfortable and clean, also healing minor damages.

Martial Artists eat a lot, even with many pills, it still harms the digestive system.

It seems these leaves have an excellent ability to regulate the stomach and intestines.

Even potent enough to directly affect Fierce Beasts.

“Thank you, Xiaoba. Let’s gather some together for me to take home,” Zhou Leng said.

Xiaoba looked puzzled.

Huang barked to translate.

Xiaoba gladly assisted Zhou Leng in gathering some leaves and over a dozen fruits.

Not even half a meal for Xiaoba.

Zhou Leng didn’t take much, as this was a Fierce Beast’s territory.

Taking too much might trigger the beast’s taboos.

Zhou Leng took out cooked food bought from outside from his Magic Spirit Bag, like braised beef, ham, pork head, and roasted chicken.

Sitting on Xiaoba’s back, he tossed pieces forward.

With each throw, Xiaoba caught it with his nose and ate it, exceptionally delighted.

Xiaoba had never tasted such flavors before and was overjoyed.

Huang looked longingly; Zhou Leng occasionally broke off a tiny piece for him.

The cooked food had too much salt for a dog to eat much.

Back at the Frost Giant Tree, Zhou Leng resumed practicing the “Ten Reversed Beast Fist.”

First practicing the first form of the Establishing Image Chapter for 36 cycles, then the second form.

One cycle, two cycles…

Until the 17th cycle of the second form, Zhou Leng stopped, drenched in sweat.

His whole body tingled, feeling as if he had been thoroughly thrashed.

Zhou Leng took a Replenishing Essence Pill and other medicines, meanwhile consuming a fruit.

Then, he tore a small piece from an elder Mammoth’s gifted leaf and swallowed it in one gulp.

Not daring to chew, as it was too bitter.

So, Zhou Leng consumed the medicinal fruits from both human and Fierce Beast realms, embarking on a new path of cultivation.

Upon waking, Zhou Leng continued his morning exercises, then went to the cafeteria to check messages.

Li Linhan and Xue Chengsong both inquired but couldn’t find a decent trade route with the Steel Dwarf Tribe.

Zhang Xinglie mentioned there was a lead, expecting results in a few days.

Deng Zhijue had no leads but said if all else failed, to ask Wang Boxiong, the Hall Master, for help.

Zhou Leng thought Instructor Deng didn’t consider himself or the Hall Master as outsiders.

Molten Hammer had yet to be contacted, likely still in the Dwarf world; once reaching the Shuizhou base, the signal would connect.

“Zhou Leng, check the Union Exam group,” Wei Hong messaged just after breakfast.

Zhou Leng quickly checked.

It’s been a month since the Union Exam ended, and fighting had ceased; families of fallen students planned to visit the exam site to pay respects.

Back then, many bodies disappeared.

Some candidates also planned to participate.

First, to commemorate the deceased, second, intending to hunt Magical Beasts and stock up on Meat Herbal Cuisine.

In Demon City, hunted Magical Beasts could be exchanged for Meat Herbal Cuisine e-vouchers, saving a lot on purchases.

Zhou Leng considered his Meat Herbal Cuisine expenses.

Three meals a day, ninety thousand a month.

That’s just Lower-Rank Magical Beast meat.

In the future, for Middle-Rank or even Innate Magical Beast meat, it would cost at least a million a month.

Endlessly buying wasn’t sustainable; he’d have to hunt for exchanges.

“Are you going?” Wei Hong asked.

“I’m going, but I’ll keep it low-key, go with the flow,” Zhou Leng replied.

“That’s a wise choice. My skills aren’t great, but I’m also prepping to go. First, commemorate, then group up to hunt. Sadly, once promoted to Blood Transport, places like Wolf Valley are off-limits; I’ll have to go elsewhere, not entirely confident.”

“As long as you’re not reckless, you’ll be fine.”

“Interested in leading a team?”

Zhou Leng replied, “I want to hone myself, hunt Magical Beasts solo.”

“Is your body up to it?” Wei Hong asked, worried.

“No worries, I’ll just stay on the outskirts, not venturing deeply.”

“Alright, but I’d still suggest teaming with school experts, soloing is quite risky.”

Zhou Leng knew Wei Hong was concerned about his poisoning, so he played it off.

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