Chapter 130: Breakthrough Ideas for the Frost-Resisting Realm

Tong Xinglong's explanation was actually somewhat redundant.

The moment he saw the bright red blood stains, Xia Hong roughly understood in his heart.

Cold beast blood is always bright green. This was the first time Xia Hong had seen blood stains that were red, just like a human's.

"The blood of a medium-level cold beast is red?"

After this guess popped up in Xia Hong's heart, he stared at the blood on the arrowhead for a long time, and then, as if by magic, he reached out his hand and touched it.

"Big Brother!"

"Leader, be careful."

The Tong Xinglong brothers, who had just suffered, immediately spoke up to dissuade him, as did Xia Chuan.

But Xia Hong just shook his head, and without stopping, he touched it.

From the time the Rat King was shot last night until now, at least thirty hours had passed, yet the blood stains on the arrowheads were still clearly in a liquid state.

*Sss*…………

A wisp of blue smoke rose from his fingertips. The pain caused by the intense burning sensation rushed straight to his brain, but Xia Hong's hand still did not pull away. Far from having any fear on his face, he instead revealed an incomparably excited expression.

"This burning sensation is very similar to the feeling that rises in the body after eating cold beast meat!"

No, not very similar; it's basically an enhanced version of eating cold beast meat.

This burning sensation, this burning sensation, is like…………

Pondering for a moment, Xia Hong suddenly raised his head and asked the three people in front of him:

"Is it dark yet?"

Xia Chuan hurriedly replied, "There's still a while."

Hearing the answer, Xia Hong didn't say a word. He took the iron arrows in his hand, led the three of them out of the room, and went around the hall to the corridor door.

A three-meter-wide corridor was reserved on all four sides of the third floor. The corridor was separated from the inside by a door. Opening this door in front of him would lead to the corridor.

Xia Hong carefully pulled the door open, leaving a crack.

*Whoosh*…………

Although he only opened a crack the width of a fingertip, the moment the light from outside penetrated, it brought a strong wind with it, making a *whooshing* sound.

The cold air in the sunlight was clearly visible. It collided with the warm air inside the wooden house. Water stains immediately appeared where it shone, and the temperature around the three of them also dropped significantly.

"This is still within the radiation range of the iron-smelting furnace. If it were shone upon in other places, ordinary people wouldn't be able to hold on at all. It's estimated that they would be frozen into ice sculptures in a few minutes……"

This cold sunlight, although it wasn't the first time he had seen it.

But Xia Hong still felt that such a scene, which violated common sense, was incomparably eerie.

After calming his mood slightly, Xia Hong reached out and placed his finger, which had just been burned by touching the iron arrow, under the sunlight.

"This……"

"The wound is healed?"

"Is this recovering?"

Xia Chuan and the Tong Xinglong brothers were full of surprise and wonder at this moment.

The wound on Xia Hong's finger was actually slowly recovering after being exposed to the sunlight.

Not only did it recover, but compared to before, the color of the flesh was even healthier!

*Hiss*…………

Xia Hong gasped. He suddenly pulled back his finger, saw the thin layer of ice that had formed on the recovered finger, and then turned back to look at Xia Chuan and the Tong Xinglong brothers, his face instantly full of smiles.

"By a stroke of luck, you guys actually came up with a breakthrough idea for the Frost-Resisting Realm!"

The three were not stupid. Combining Xia Hong's actions, they immediately realized it.

"Big Brother, are you saying that breaking through to the Frost-Resisting Realm requires medium-level cold beast blood?"

"That's right!"

After touching the blood just now, the burning sensation that arose made Xia Hong immediately recall the feeling when he was exposed to sunlight during the Golden-Eyed Demon Sheep attack at the dirt slope.

Moreover, this burning sensation had a very obvious similarity to the heat generated in the body after eating cold beast meat, only the feeling was more intense and was on the body surface.

"Skin-Membrane. To break through to the Frost-Resisting Realm, it should be necessary to use this medium-level cold beast blood to reshape the skin-membrane. During this whole process, the basic strength should continue to improve, but the most important thing is to help people obtain the qualification to move in the sun. It's just that I don't know how much is needed…………"

Feeling the subtle improvement in his finger area, Xia Hong had already determined it by ninety percent. The only thing he wasn't sure about was how much medium-level cold beast blood to use.

*Hiss*…………

Xia Hong turned his head to look and found that Tong Xinglong was also imitating him, putting his burned hand under the sunlight, but he couldn't bear the chill and pulled it back directly.

"Don't try it randomly. You are only in the Woodcutting Realm and definitely can't bear this cold light. Apply Golden Sore Powder to the wounds on your hands and let them heal naturally. Be careful when processing prey later, especially medium-level cold beasts."

"Yes, Leader."

Xia Hong didn't say anything more. After helping to clean up the blood stains on the eight iron arrows, he let the three of them leave.

Returning to the room, Xia Hong took out his ceremonial blade again.

Drawing the ceremonial blade from its sheath, sure enough, on the blade, the green blood of ordinary gnawing rats had almost dried into dregs, while a small pinch of bright red blood had gathered and flowed to the tip of the blade.

Last night, it was his ceremonial blade that first injured the Rat King.

Xia Hong carefully cleaned all the blood on the ceremonial blade, and only then did he put the blade away, sit down, and continue cultivation.

Relying on a little bit of blood stains for cultivation definitely wouldn't work.

Hunting medium-level cold beasts—judging from the strength of that gnawing rat, his hunting ability at the current stage definitely didn't meet the standard. Not to mention others, he himself, at the very least, had to raise his basic strength to the limit of thirty thousand catties first before considering it.

"In this way, unless my breakthrough idea is wrong, there is no need to break into the arrow bamboo forest, and the West Plain side can be delayed before going." Previously, the only motivation for Xia Hong to break into the arrow bamboo forest passage and go to the West Plain was to go to the Beehive camp to find out how to break through to the Frost-Resisting Realm. Now that this problem had been solved, there was naturally no need to go again.

"Frost-Resisting Realm…… Frost-Resisting Realm…………"

Xia Hong whispered twice, his heart full of longing for the Frost-Resisting Realm, and with a firm gaze, he threw himself into cultivation again.

"Without thirty thousand catties, everything is empty talk!"

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Two days later, as soon as Xia Hong's restriction on outdoor activities was lifted, the camp immediately became lively.

Not to mention the Artisan Workshop, the people from the gathering team and the woodcutting team had been suffocated for three days and could finally go out. As soon as it was night, they swarmed out immediately.

Even the hunting team went out under the leadership of Xia Chuan.

The camp's cold beast meat reserve was already quite sufficient. Coupled with the eighty-three gnawing rats this time, and the soaring dragons hunted by Xia Hong's team earlier, the reserve amount had reached a staggering level.

But hunting is a habit after all, and cold beast meat has no risk of deterioration. Especially since Xia Hong didn't explicitly say to stop hunting, Xia Chuan naturally had to continue.

As for Luo Yuan, who was seriously injured, Xia Hong went to see him the second day he woke up.

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Luo Yuan had blocked that blow from the Rat King for him, and judging from the situation at the time, he didn't lose his life entirely due to luck. If that red light had been raised a few more inches, his skull would have been pierced.

To be honest, for this blow, if it had been Xia Chuan, Yuan Cheng, or anyone else from the Does Does Da Xia camp blocking it for him, Xia Hong wouldn't have had such a big reaction.

But it happened to be Luo Yuan!

At the very beginning, Luo Yuan was a bit resistant to bringing people to merge into Does Does Da Xia. Xia Hong knew this well. But judging from this experience, it was clear that he had completely integrated into Does Does Da Xia, and like everyone else, Luo Yuan had a believer-like fanaticism for him, the leader.

For such a loyal and powerful subordinate, Xia Hong naturally wouldn't be stingy. In front of everyone, he announced three rewards:

One thousand Does Does Da Xia contribution points, one ten-thousand-catty iron-fetal bow, and one thousand catties of iron ore.

Upon hearing these three rewards, almost everyone in the camp showed envious eyes, and even Luo Yuan himself was a bit stunned, clearly not expecting it.

The hundred or so bows that Xia Hong had rushed to make to deal with the gnawing rat pack were all recovered to the Camp Supply Office on the second night after returning, by Xia Chuan.

These iron-fetal bows would not be issued to them for free.

Even the three used by Zhao Long and the others were all recovered in the same way.

"I have already explained before that all materials in the camp are exchanged with contribution points, and weapons are naturally no exception. From now on, for those who go out at night, only members of the hunting team will be equipped with weapons for free by the camp. Others who want weapons must go to the Camp Supply Office and spend contribution points to rent them."

After Xia Chuan recovered all the bows and arrows, he immediately summoned everyone and announced the rental price of the weapons. Currently, it was just bows and arrows, which were 10 contribution points per month.

"Of course, if you have saved enough contribution points, you can exchange them directly. The current price of bows and arrows is 800 contribution points. More weapons will be introduced in the future. In short, if you want them, make more contributions!"

The reason why the camp has been lively recently is here.

The ninety-plus people who went out that night had all used bows and arrows once, and they all knew how much help having a bow and arrow on their body could be when going out.

With Xia Chuan's announcement, the entire camp immediately set off a wave of saving contribution points. After all, who wouldn't want to possess a weapon that belongs to themselves and can be passed down continuously?

Therefore, upon hearing that Luo Yuan was directly rewarded with one thousand contribution points, everyone was so envious; and upon hearing that Luo Yuan also got one of the ten-thousand-catty iron-fetal bows they had previously used, the three Zhao brothers were even more anxious.

After the three used the ten-thousand-catty iron-fetal bows, they had completely lost interest in the five-thousand-catty ones and were thinking all day about how to exchange for the other two.

There was no way around it; Xia Chuan's pricing was a bit ruthless: 2000 points for a ten-thousand-catty iron-fetal bow.

It's interesting to say that the contribution of the battle on the north slope of the cliff that night, under the joint discussion of Xia Chuan and everyone, had already been calculated.

Xia Hong had said before going out that night that one gnawing rat was 200 contribution points.

Calculated according to eighty-three, the total contribution obtained that night was 16,600.

There were so many gnawing rats, it was night, and they all used arrows. The most fatal thing was that because the iron arrows were rushed, there were no markings, and it was impossible to distinguish whose was whose.

Finally, in desperation, Xia Chuan asked everyone to verify each other, that is, to find someone to prove how many they had shot, or for several people to jointly prove their hunting count.

This would definitely have errors and omissions, but it was the only way.

But fortunately, there were basically no people in Does Does Da Xia who were lazy or tricky. Everyone was very disciplined, and most of them could find someone to prove it according to the number of arrows they shot.

But when the results came out, it was still shocking.

The final result was:

The three Zhao brothers had the highest hunting count, with 8, 6, and 6 respectively;

Luo Yuan, Xia Chuan, and Yuan Cheng were slightly behind, with 6, 6, and 4 respectively;

And the remaining ninety-six Woodcutting Realm experts, the confirmed number of joint hunts, totaled only 13, and they were the batch with the highest archery skills.

In fact, according to everyone's strength, this result was considered reasonable.

The reason why this result was shocking was that these hundred people, with a hundred bows added together, only hunted 51.

The remaining 32, without thinking or asking, everyone knew that it must have been killed by Xia Hong alone.

Xia Hong alone was almost comparable to all of them combined.

Everyone finally understood why Xia Hong was not applicable to the new contribution rules.

If the things he did were also measured by contribution points, then it is estimated that everyone in the camp combined might not be as good as him.

With a small number of hunts, the contribution points divided naturally were small.

This time, those who really got a lot of contribution points were still the six Earth-Digging Realm experts, almost everyone had nearly a thousand. The rest of the Woodcutting Realm experts had less, the most being the ten or so who jointly hunted, basically getting two or three hundred, and the highest one got 320.

Zhao Long hunted eight gnawing rats this time, the most besides Xia Hong, obtaining 1,600 contribution points. Even counting the part he had saved before, it was still not enough for 2,000 to exchange for that ten-thousand-catty iron-fetal bow.

He was like this, and Zhao Hu and Zhao Bao were even further behind.

The three brothers were now working hard, just waiting to save enough 2,000 points to hurry up and exchange for the remaining two ten-thousand-catty bows, fearing that they would be a step slow and be snatched away by the other two.

Xia Hong, who had been staying behind closed doors on the third floor recovering from his injuries and cultivating, originally didn't know about these things, but with Xia Chuan reporting upstairs every day, he couldn't help but laugh after hearing it, feeling it was interesting.

"Just right, I won't fight for the ten-thousand-catty iron-fetal bow for the time being. Let the three of them fight first, so they can do more things!"

Xia Hong continued to stay on the third floor, and just like that, half a month passed. By the sixteenth day of the first month of the first year of Does Does Da Xia, Luo Yuan, who had more severe injuries than him, was already better and could walk out of the wooden house, but he still hadn't come down.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 131 =====