"Okay." Without another word, Molten Hammer tossed his white Spirit Light Stone to Xu Qingjin, who hurriedly caught it and put it in his pocket.
The others looked questioningly at Zhou Leng and Molten Hammer, wondering why this Dwarf trusted Zhou Leng so much.
Many had already gone mad over the Spirit Light here.
With the triple-layered Spirit Light upon him, Zhou Leng shone even brighter.
Not far away, some Demons looked over, gathering in groups.
"Prepare yourselves. When the time comes, I’ll run to the left. Most of the Demons are bound to chase me, and all you need to do is run for your lives."
"Understood!" Molten Hammer replied.
Zhou Leng, holding Xu Qingjin, shouted toward the direction of the Aperture.
"I’m Zhou Leng, charging the Aperture. Is there anyone willing to help?"
The crowd inside the Aperture stirred, and some people moved to the edge, observing the situation.
Molten Hammer shouted loudly, "Molten Hammer of the Ancient Royal Descendants from the Mountain of Lava, seeking help."
Inside the Aperture, the dozen Steel Dwarves gathered, even two riding Steel-armored War Sheep.
Five Demon Spirit Masters also joined the Dwarf team.
Seeing this, others quickly followed suit.
"How can we not match the Alien Race! People from Zheshui Martial Arts Academy, unite!"
"Friends from Jiang Wu, let’s take down these Demons!"
"Shan Wu members, we cannot fall behind!"
Before long, three to four hundred people had gathered.
Most still watched, not acting.
There were too many Demons around. Just the ones charging at Zhou Leng numbered over a thousand.
"Open your mouth," Xu Qingjin suddenly said.
Confused, Zhou Leng opened his mouth, and Xu Qingjin placed a red fruit into it.
"Our team found this; it seems to be called the Red Spirit Fruit. I got one but couldn’t bear to eat it."
Feeling the heat surge within, Zhou Leng said, "Hold on tight to me."
"Okay." Xu Qingjin extended his arms, wrapping them around Zhou Leng’s neck.
Zhou Leng’s Qi Blood surged, warming Xu Qingjin’s cheeks to a rosy hue.
Zhou Leng took a slow, deep breath, channeling his Qi Blood.
"Everyone, get ready... run!"
Zhou Leng charged at the front, with squads of Demons converging on him.
As the teams closed in, seemingly about to collide with the Demons.
Zhou Leng ran left, holding Xu Qingjin, while the others dashed to the right.
The Demons hesitated for a moment, then almost all pursued the brilliantly shining Zhou Leng.
Only a few foolish Demons attacked the others.
Zhou Leng moved with exceptional speed, outpacing the Demons.
When a Demon occasionally lunged close, Zhou Leng accelerated away using his Lightweight Skill.
Soon after, seeing Molten Hammer and the others near the Aperture, Zhou Leng stepped into the Flying Crane Technique, suddenly increasing his speed.
Zhou Leng, at an incredible pace, bypassed the Demons and headed straight for the inner circle.
The crowd within the inner circle stopped just as they started to charge out.
All eyes were on Zhou Leng, who seemed like the wind as he effortlessly dashed into the inner circle in a matter of seconds.
Some squinted, calculating; he was covering more than thirty meters per second, exceeding speeds of one hundred kilometers per hour.
"How is it?" Molten Hammer asked.
"No problem." Zhou Leng looked at Xu Qingjin and nodded toward Molten Hammer.
Xu Qingjin, left arm around Zhou Leng’s neck, took out a Spirit Light Stone with her right hand and tossed it to Molten Hammer.
Molten Hammer caught it and said, "Let’s go to the ice mountain."
Facing the team that came to help, Zhou Leng shouted, "Thank you all for your righteous help. I am deeply grateful, Zhou Leng."
"We’re classmates; none of this politeness," the group dispersed with those words.
"Bro, are you selling the Spirit Light?" someone shouted.
"One per person, no extra," Zhou Leng replied.
"For me?" Xu Qingjin asked. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
"Hold on to it, more will come later." Zhou Leng looked towards the ice mountain.
Around the ice mountain stood three to four hundred light pillars.
Xu Qingjin lowered her head, gently stroking the Spirit Light Stone.
Zhou Leng, having sprinted with full Lightweight Skill, was panting heavily.
His breath stirred Xu Qingjin’s bangs, flushing her cheeks.
Approaching the ice mountain, Zhou Leng whispered, "The Red Spirit Fruit’s medicinal power is strong; I’ll set you down first."
Zhou Leng placed Xu Qingjin on the grass and sat down to meditate.
The power of the Red Spirit Fruit surged rapidly, surpassing the Replenishing Essence Pills and nearing the level of a million-unit Pill.
Zhou Leng channeled his Qi Blood, converting it completely in two hours.
In Martial Arts perception, the Red Spirit Fruit had unexpectedly fortified his blood vessels.
Blood vessels, far harder to strengthen than muscles and bones, usually require gradual enhancement over time.
Only extremely rare Spirit Medicine had such an effect.
Afterward, Zhou Leng consumed the "Divine Marrow Blood Bone," his bones tingling and numb for half an hour before the medicinal power was fully absorbed.
In Martial Arts perception, his bones appeared slightly more robust.
Zhou Leng opened his eyes, overhearing someone loudly announce, "Selling experience, selling the ice mountain trial experience, one Great Nourishing Pill per session, collective experiences from many, money-back guarantee if ineffective, ensuring some assistance."
Zhou Leng had plenty of Great Nourishing Pills, tossed one over, and said, "Tell me about your experience."
The person caught the thousand-dollar Great Nourishing Pill, ran over with a smile, and shared the experience with Zhou Leng and Xu Qingjin.
"This Land of Extreme Cold tests the Martial Arts Will."
"We can’t say the specifics, might violate the Celestial Ladder rules; we can only speak of our feelings."
"According to our analysis, it’s a combination of three types of trials."
"One is the ordinary cold trial."
"One is a trial of the fear of death."
"Another tests solitude and loneliness."
"There might be other hidden trials, but we’re not sure yet."
"By the way, time moves strangely in there; everyone feels like decades have passed when it’s not even a day, which is especially tormenting."
"In our discussions, we concluded that regardless of success or failure, the Spiritual Will is strengthened."
Zhou Leng asked, "Has anyone succeeded?"
"There are three layers in total; only one person has passed the First Layer so far. The reward was a drop of some water; he didn’t dare explain clearly about it."