[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades":3,"chapter-endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-71":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Endless Winter: My Camp Infinitely Upgrades",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2266497,4425,"Chapter 71: Xia Chuan Awakens","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-71",71,"\u003Cp>“Brother, it feels like my mind has gained a lot of new things…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Xia Hong could speak, Xia Chuan, who had already awakened, spoke first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of things?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Chuan did not answer; instead, he extended both hands with a strange look in his eyes, opened his palms, closed his eyes, as if cultivating something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, two clouds of black mist suddenly rose from his palms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black mist rotated only three or four breaths before gradually dissipating, leaving behind a three-inch dagger and a strand of transparent thread, each resting on one of Xia Chuan’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t that stuff from the Wooden Puppet Wraith?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Cheng, blunt and outspoken, was the first to cry out in excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong also recognized the two items as belonging to the Wooden Puppet Wraith; he did not share Yuan Cheng’s excitement, however, but looked at Xia Chuan with concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After seeing the dagger and thread in his hands, Xia Chuan’s dazed expression vanished entirely, replaced by intense excitement—as if some long-held thought within him had just been confirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, don’t worry—I’ve gained an incredible boon, hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reveling for a while, Xia Chuan looked up and saw Xia Hong’s expression, quickly reassuring him: “In my mind, there’s a legacy of puppetry, along with vast knowledge about all kinds of wood plants—everything must have come from that Wooden Puppet Wraith!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legacy, dagger, thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong recalled the three golden lights from earlier and suddenly understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wooden Puppet Wraith’s three tricks were puppetry, threads, and the dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Yang Ning and Li Hu were so eager for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Chuan has truly gained an immense boon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he can fully master those three items, Xia Chuan’s future growth potential may be limitless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Cheng, Yue Feng, and the other five were now unable to hide their envy as they stared at Xia Chuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong was not as excited, mainly because his understanding of Wraiths was limited; yet from Yang Ning and Li Hu’s reactions, it seemed these items Xia Chuan gained posed little danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if there were side effects, they should be within manageable limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he grasped this, Xia Hong stopped worrying and ordered everyone to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough. Don’t get too excited yet—we don’t know what side effects might come. Rest now. When night falls tomorrow, we return to camp.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daylight had arrived, and the exhausted group had no energy to talk; as soon as Xia Hong led the way, the others followed and fell asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the wooden hut filled with a chorus of snoring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet among those snores were faint, muffled sobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ming, sitting by the coal stove, could not sleep a wink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of his wife, his eldest son Luo Yun, his father Luo Feng, and the more than a thousand who died last night, his face twisted in agony, filled with guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, don’t be sad—Cheng is still here, the camp still stands, and the Wooden Puppet Wraith is dead. We’re safe now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A childlike voice sounded beside him; Luo Ming turned his head and saw his eight-year-old son, Luo Cheng, standing beside him, having arrived without notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the clear tear tracks on his son’s face, he knew the boy had just been crying—but still came to comfort his useless father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ming could no longer hold back; he pulled his son into his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart ached, yet he also felt overwhelming relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was relieved because he still had his youngest son, Luo Cheng, his only remaining heir. It was luck, perhaps—children were harder to disguise, and the Wooden Puppet Wraith had killed only adults inside the hut; many children survived, and his son Luo Cheng was among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cheng, Father vows never to let you come to harm again—I swear it. I will live to see you marry, have children, and live to a hundred.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ming held his son as he spoke slowly, the words meant for himself, for his dead wife and eldest son—his expression resolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daylight lasted only four hours; the exhausted group fell asleep easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As night descended, everyone gradually awoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But upon waking, they noticed five leather sacks neatly arranged beside the coal stove—Luo Ming stood beside them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five leaders, please come over here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong recognized the shape of the sacks and knew at once what was inside, but said nothing; he simply followed Hong Gang and the other three to stand before Luo Ming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the five approach, Luo Ming said nothing—he bowed deeply to them, his expression sincere:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>=9+Book bar\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our Luo Ge Camp has suffered disaster—thank you five leaders for stepping in with righteousness. I am deeply grateful. Had you not led your men to help, our losses would have been far worse. These cold-beast meats are few, but they are a token of gratitude from all of us in the camp. Please, accept them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong showed no reaction; the other four stared at the cold-beast meat, their faces clearly tempted—but none stepped forward to take it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After exchanging glances, the blunt Hong Gang stepped forward and shook his head: “Luo Leader, we do want this cold-beast meat, but honestly, we four didn’t help much this time. As the saying goes: no merit, no reward. We’ll decline.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shifted tone and continued: “The only one who truly helped was Head Xia. Had he not warned us about the Redwood Ridge in advance, the Wooden Puppet Wraith would have slaughtered every last person in your camp—and we’d still have been clueless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, in the valley battle, it was Head Xia’s igniting oil that saved us. Without it, we might not even be standing here today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So if you want to thank someone, thank Head Xia alone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other three leaders nodded in agreement—clearly sharing Hong Gang’s stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ming smiled faintly, first offering a grateful look to Xia Hong, then turning to Hong Gang and the others, shaking his head: “Head Xia deserves thanks—but so do you four. Not just for last night, but for earlier, when you honored me by sending men to assist Yang and Li—I haven’t forgotten your kindness. These cold-beast meats: Head Xia must accept them, and so must you four.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without further words, he picked up the sacks and handed one to each of the five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong nodded, accepting the sack without pretense—he had risked his life this night, and such a small amount of meat was well deserved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each sack contained roughly a thousand jin of cold-beast meat; five sacks totaled five thousand jin—a substantial offering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing all five had accepted the meat, Luo Ming finally smiled, then turned to Shang Ping and said: “As Head Hong said, last night we owed our survival to Brother Xia Hong. Had he not warned us, not a hundred souls from Luo Ge Camp would remain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the battle against the Wooden Puppet Wraith, without his igniting oil, not only would we have failed to rescue anyone—I myself would not have survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, I have prepared a special gift for the Great Xia Camp—Brother Xia Hong, please accept it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Luo Ming finished speaking, Shang Ping, Li Baihe, and Xu Kang each stepped forward, carrying a leather sack to Xia Hong’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud… thud… thud…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three sacks landed on the ground with heavy thumps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Head Xia, you won’t find coal or iron mines anytime soon. These three sacks contain five thousand jin of coal and four thousand jin of iron—take them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Hong Gang and the others glanced at the sacks and swallowed hard, then looked up at Luo Ming in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Xia Hong could not help but stare at Luo Ming, disbelief in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1291,"2026-06-19T20:30:15.201Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","49435ca6069a28d782596a8877bb4d7ea03dbe028d4cdeaec035651a46577b80","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-72","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-70",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fendless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-cover.jpg"]