Chapter 82: with translation of chapter title

After Li Qingxuan stored the Icefield Demon Wolf King, his body recovered considerably; he quickly ran to the Black Goat's side to check its injuries, reaching out to pull the Ice Spike from its back. He grabbed the Ice Spike, and an icy chill spread up his arm, as if it would freeze him.

Biting back the piercing cold, Li Qingxuan clamped his five fingers like iron tongs onto that deep‑blue Ice Spike embedded deep in the Black Goat's flank!

The cold spread like a living thing up his arm, raging upward; wherever it passed, the blood seemed to freeze, and a layer of white frost instantly formed on his skin.

"Come out!" he roared hoarsely from his throat, muscles bulging on his arm, veins standing out, as he stubbornly resisted the freezing force at the Ice Spike's base and the bone‑deep chill.

"Rip—"

Accompanied by the squelching sound of torn flesh and the screech of shattering ice crystals, that thick Ice Spike was finally wrenched out of the Black Goat's tough muscle!

A large gush of dark‑red blood spurted from the wound, drenching Li Qingxuan half‑body; the warm blood and piercing cold intertwined and steamed on him, forming a strange blood‑mist.

The moment the Ice Spike left the body, the layer of deep‑blue ice crystals covering the wound quickly melted, and the flesh visibly writhed, slowly merging toward the center!

The Black Goat's massive body shuddered violently, letting out an extremely low, pained groan, "Moo…", as if the sound were squeezed from the depths of its torn chest, filled with endless agony.

It flung its massive head sharply, sending the sharp ice shards embedded in its forehead flying outward, trailing several threads of blood.

At the base of the great horns that originally gleamed with dark light, the frost‑covered wound bled again, dark‑red scabs mixing with fresh blood droplets that rolled down, making a soft "hiss" on the ice.

Li Qingxuan didn't even look at the Ice Spike still emitting terrifying cold in his hand; he casually shoved it deep into the nearby snow, where it vanished instantly, leaving only a hissing hole venting cold.

He didn't pause; he immediately lunged forward to another wound on the Black Goat's chest—there, an Ice Spike had almost pierced through its flesh!

Fresh blood soaked the Black Goat's thick fur, freezing and thawing in the extreme cold, congealing into a dark‑reddish‑black sticky patch.

Less than half a foot of the Ice Spike remained exposed; its tip flickered with a deep‑blue chill, and threads of cold continuously corroded the surrounding flesh, while the ice layer began to spread outward from the wound's edge.

Li Qingxuan clenched his teeth so hard his tongue almost bled, barely suppressing the terrifying cold that threatened to freeze his arm.

He again extended his slightly trembling, frost‑covered hand and gripped the deadly Ice Spike's tip.

The feel in his hand was no longer hard; it was as if he were grasping the core of Ten-thousand-year Mysterious Ice, and a more violent, purer icy power exploded, wildly striking his arm's meridians!

"Hold on!" he growled at the panting, suffering Black Goat, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.

He drew a deep breath; the icy air, laden with the heavy stench of blood, flooded his lungs—as if countless fine needles were stabbing him at once. His whole‑body strength and unyielding will gathered in his right arm, and under the searing pain, the power in his arm erupted like a volcanic explosion.

Li Qingxuan swiftly pulled out the Ice Spike and tossed it aside, then lowered his head to examine his own injuries: a ferocious abrasion on his waist‑abdomen had largely healed, though the surrounding area still showed a purplish tint; the rest were merely minor superficial wounds, which posed no problem.

Li Qingxuan found a sheltered spot to sit and saw that after the Black Goat devoured an Icefield Demon Wolf carcass, its wound‑healing speed had increased markedly.

Li Qingxuan watched the Black Goat's body grow more agile, his mind easing considerably, then turned to check his personal attributes after storing the Icefield Demon Wolf King's corpse.

【Name: Li Qingxuan】

【Age: 24】

【Gender: Male】

【Constitution: 770】

【Spirit: 524】(Adult average value is 5)

【Occupation: Weird Master】

【Abilities: Weird Encyclopedia, Domination, Devour Evolution, Soul Arrow】

【Evaluation: A Weird Master who honed his edge in blood and fire, his brow still bearing the air of youth; if he stops climbing, the abyss's gaze will become his eternal shackle】

"Haha, the Spirit Value has seen a huge increase; this evaluation truly makes one feel delighted in body and mind." Li Qingxuan basked in the joy of his increased strength.

After the Black Goat finished devouring all the carcasses, it walked up to Li Qingxuan, its huge shadow enveloping him; Li Qingxuan quickly lifted his gaze.

Seeing that the Black Goat was unharmed, he gave two light pats to its large head, smeared with blood and ice chips, and gently stroked its coarse mane.

The Black Goat flicked its head contentedly; the wound on its shoulder and neck, after devouring the Icefield Demon Wolf's flesh, had already scabbed, and the newly grown fur on its body shimmered with a deep, devouring luster.

After checking his gear, Li Qingxuan sheathed his Tang Sword, vaulted onto the goat's back, and the Black Goat let out a low growl, its hooves smashing the ice chips as it steadfastly advanced along the previously planned route.

Along the way, the wind and snow gradually ceased, the sky grew bright, and strands of sunlight poured down.

The Black Goat's steps were steady, and it moved forward swiftly.

In the distance, three snow‑covered Stone Houses curled with cooking smoke; Li Qingxuan found Zhao Ling'er in Private Chat and told her he had arrived.

Seeing the Iron Gate open and two female figures appear, Li Qingxuan then allowed the Black Goat to emerge from behind the snow mound.

Two figures bundled in thick cotton coats stood bewildered at the Stone House door, their anxious eyes scanning everywhere for Li Qingxuan's silhouette.

The Black Goat quickened its pace, carrying Li Qingxuan as it rushed toward the Stone House.

At that moment, Zhao Ling'er spotted a huge beast approaching from afar and hurriedly brought her twin sister Zhao Shuang'er back to the Stone House.

The Black Goat arrived at the Stone House; Li Qingxuan jumped down from its back, lightly knocked on the door, and stood before it, shouting loudly: "Zhao Ling'er, open the door—don't be afraid, what you see is my mount."

After a while, the bolt on the Iron Gate shifted, and Zhao Ling'er stepped out with her sister, walking gracefully; though her face showed a hint of nervousness, she still greeted Li Qingxuan poised and composed: "Um… hello, this is my sister Zhao Shuang'er."

Behind Zhao Ling'er, Zhao Shuang'er widened her eyes, curiously sizing up Li Qingxuan and the Black Goat, and whispered in her sister's ear: "Sister! This guy is really handsome, and his mount is truly mighty!"

Her little hand unconsciously gripped her sister's cuff, her dark, sparkling eyes reflecting Li Qingxuan's handsome face and the Black Goat's massive, mountain‑like body behind him.

The Black Goat's jet‑black fur, covered in mysterious dark patterns, still bore dried blood scabs and traces of condensed frost, adding a ferocious, savage air.

A heavy stench of blood mixed with the Icefield's biting cold assailed them, prompting Zhao Ling'er to instinctively shield her sister behind her, while she herself suppressed her racing heart and struggled to keep her composure.

The Black Goat seemed to sense Zhao Shuang'er's pure curiosity; its massive head turned slightly, its deep, abyss‑like eyes locking onto her, and its fierce gaze made the two sisters jump.

Its heavy nostrils expelled two thick streams of white vapor, which instantly condensed into frost‑mist in the cold air; its massive body simply stood still in the snowfield, resembling an ancient black mountain range, exuding a suffocating pressure.

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