Chapter 8

By the bonfire, everyone in the Da Xia camp was there, either lying down or leaning.

A small number of those too young had already fallen asleep because they were too tired from the journey before.

The vast majority of people were wide-eyed, their gazes fixed on the left side of the bonfire, at a tall man wearing only a beast skin skirt and bare upper body.

Looking closer, it turned out that everyone was staring not at the man,

but at a piece of meat in the man's hand.

The meat in the man's hand was clearly just roasted, still sizzling with aroma.

Almost without exception, as long as they were awake, everyone was swallowing saliva uncontrollably.

The man was naturally Xia Hong.

Having just changed to a new environment, others might need time to adapt, but he couldn't; he had to break through to the Woodcutting Realm as soon as possible.

"Five jin at a time, it shouldn't be a problem!"

Cold beast flesh and blood contain extremely strong energy; if you eat too much at once, it will burst a person.

Xia Hong was not eating it for the first time, so he naturally knew these things. According to the experience of eating before, five jin at a time shouldn't be a big problem for him.

As the meat entered his stomach, the first wave that came was satiety.

And as the satiety kept filling him, his blood gradually began to boil, and a strong burning sensation suddenly rose in his abdomen.

Immediately after, his forehead, shoulders, back, lower limbs, and even the ends of his body like the soles of his feet and palms began to sweat crazily.

The muscles in his hands gradually bulged, and the blue veins all over his body, such as his forehead, back of his hands, and legs, also began to bulge.

Xia Hong's breathing became heavy, even carrying a burning sensation, and the airflow he exhaled was exceptionally clear in the eyes of the people in the camp.

Suddenly, Xia Hong moved.

He retracted his fists with both hands, then straightened his waist violently, punching straight forward. His fists were like two cannonballs; although there was nothing in the place where they were hit, the air vibrated endlessly. If a person were to catch it, the outcome could be imagined.

"You all watch carefully, this is Long Fist, rising like a wild wind, striking like lightning, the front hand leads, the back hand chases, both hands exchange and destroy in one breath. Once there is enough cold beast flesh and blood, everyone in the camp, regardless of gender, must practice with me."

Xia Hong explained the Taizu Long Fist to the people in the camp while punching.

Crystal fruit can only maintain warmth and fullness, and to practice, one must have cold beast flesh and blood.

It's easy to understand; eating until full only allows the body to maintain basic operation.

And to temper the body and improve physical function, one must eat meat.

The cultivation method of this world is simple and rough, which is to eat a large amount of cold beast flesh and blood, and then through venting, constantly absorb the energy of flesh and blood, and the body's strength will constantly increase.

In fact, in the camp, no one didn't want to practice.

But when survival is a problem, practicing becomes even more of a luxury.

Even at this moment, Xia Ding was teaching them the Long Fist routine, and they could only lie quietly on the ground and listen.

It's not that they didn't want to get up, it was to move less and reduce consumption.

"Chuan, was this Long Fist passed down to Hong by Uncle Ding?"

Looking at Xia Hong, who was still majestic in the field, Yuan Hong showed a trace of envy in his eyes and turned to ask Xia Chuan beside him.

Xia Chuan's face was full of pride, and he whispered: "This was created by my brother a month ago. Let me tell you, practicing this Long Fist makes the speed of absorbing the energy of cold beast flesh and blood faster."

Hearing this, Yuan Hong's pupils suddenly shrank.

He had also eaten cold beast flesh and blood and knew what this sentence meant.

Absorbing the energy of cold beast flesh and blood increases strength, and this process is actually cultivation. Improving the speed of absorbing energy means improving the speed of cultivation.

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, my brother taught me, I tried it myself."

"Good, then when there is cold beast flesh and blood, I want to practice too."

"Don't worry, didn't you hear, my brother just said, when there is no shortage of flesh and blood, he will teach us."

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In the next few days, according to the body's limit standard, Xia Hong practiced five jin every day without fail, and his strength indeed grew steadily.

Before the camp was attacked, his basic strength was already four thousand jin. In the following five days, it almost increased by one hundred jin of strength every day.

The item for measuring strength in the Da Xia camp was a set of brown round wooden stakes.

There were twelve wooden stakes in total, five of one hundred jin, two of five hundred jin, and five of one thousand jin.

When Xia Hong measured his strength every day, everyone in the camp saw it.

From 4100 jin on the first day to 4900 jin on the seventh day.

Everyone's mood became more and more excited, and hope gradually rose in their eyes as they looked at the cave entrance that had been sealed all along.

In the past, when Xia Ding and the woodcutting team members were still there, the cave entrance could be opened at night for ventilation. Now, being sealed in the cave year after year, they were naturally more uncomfortable.

More importantly, there wasn't much crystal fruit left.

Although it was rationed according to the minimum amount, after all, there were only over seven hundred jin.

For 154 people, seven days had already consumed over five hundred jin.

The remaining amount wasn't even enough to eat for three days.

Everyone's hope could only be placed on Xia Hong.

So before nightfall on the eighth day, when Xia Hong walked to the front of the brown wooden stakes.

Everyone's gaze was focused on him.

Xia Hong, who knew the situation of the camp well, naturally understood their mood.

He didn't speak, just silently stacked the five one-thousand-jin wooden stakes together.

Slowly squatted down, hugged the bottom wooden stake with both hands.

Took a deep breath, and then began to exert force.

Five thousand jin, ordinary people find it hard to imagine its weight.

But for people in this world, five thousand jin is just the foundation.

Being able to lift something weighing five thousand jin does not mean that one can only exert five thousand jin of strength.

Like Xia Ding, his basic strength was over seven thousand jin.

But Xia Hong had observed that when Xia Ding swung his axe, his strength was definitely over ten thousand jin.

Exerting force will change due to personal technique, body, and even the situation, but basic strength cannot be faked.

Why must one have a basic strength of over five thousand jin to go outside to cut wood? Xia Hong had asked Xia Ding this question early on.

Xia Ding didn't answer, just threw him a stone axe and told him to go cut a tree.

Cut the tree brought back from the outskirts of Seeing Seeing Hong Mu Ridge by the woodcutting team.

Xia Hong's basic strength was over two thousand jin at the time. Who knew, one axe went down, the tiger's mouth cracked, and the elbow joint was directly fractured.

You must know that these trees were cut from outside by Xia Ding leading the woodcutting team and brought back to the cave, and they had been left for many days, and the layer of crystals on the outer skin had already melted.

With a basic strength of two thousand jin, he couldn't even break the outer skin.

Xia Hong immediately realized that to survive in this extreme cold environment, whether it is humans or trees, they cannot be viewed with common sense.

What's more, just looking at the towering dense forest on the Seeing Seeing Hong Mu Ridge side, compared to humans, these trees actually live better.

"Five thousand jin, that's just the first step!"

Xia Hong shouted in a low voice, his eyes wide open, his hands exerted force upwards violently, and the muscles all over his body began to bulge, and his blood seemed to boil.

The five one-thousand-jin wooden stakes, in the expectant gaze of everyone in the camp, slowly lifted off the ground until they were lifted over Xia Hong's head.

"Brother, you broke through."

"Leader, strong!"

"Five thousand jin, hahahaha, the leader is amazing."

"Hong, you are already in the Woodcutting Realm."

Bang…………

Xia Hong threw the wooden stakes on the ground, making a loud noise, turned his head to look at the crowd, and a long-lost look of relaxation finally appeared on his face.

"As soon as it gets dark, I will go out to find crystal fruit!"

(End of chapter)