Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely Chapter 1233 - 411: Mu Longhe’s Hope, Departure and New Discoveries

When Xiang Ping heard what his son said, he grasped the situation right away.

The task of escorting Mu Longhe cannot be underestimated at all!

For the people of the Ice Abyss, their cultivation starts after forming the Five Viscera Meridian by building up the body's basic power; once they hit the body's maximum of thirty thousand pounds in strength, they go through Reshaping Skin to advance into the Cold Resistance Level.

During the Cold Resistance Level, the focus shifts to the body's inner structures. The technique involves using outside pressures to break down the existing tissues, either via cold light or Dan Medicine. Essentially, this approach compels the tissues to rebuild and strengthen over and over, allowing the fresh ones to better withstand the harsh Ice Abyss conditions.

Next comes the Xianyang Level, which deals with the bones. Though Xiang Ping hasn't achieved this stage himself, he's read about it in the 'Xia Li·System Chapter,' giving him a general idea of what it entails.

This path of cultivation makes the Ice Abyss humans' base physique tougher the higher they progress. Since it emphasizes all-around growth instead of just one area, it's very rare for a cultivator to end up totally disabled.

What Mu Longhe calls being crippled is relative to the Xianyang Level. Provided his cultivation stays stable, he's still a powerful force at the Cold Resistance Level. Even armless, he could smash foes with his body or unleash deadly leg techniques.

Therefore, bringing him back to Xia City demands utmost caution.

Sending four Silver Order Prison Wardens to team up with the Longyuan Army shows just how grave it is, hinting that Mu Longhe's cultivation remains whole.

'We need to stay vigilant. When we head out soon, stick near the core group!'

Xiang Ping knew his son Xiang Liang would join the other three Prison Wardens in guarding Mu Longhe to Xia City, so worry naturally gripped him. He urged his son to remain by the main troops once they departed.

Even though Mu Longhe's behavior at first light implied no dangers ahead, in these kinds of affairs, could anyone promise absolute safety?

At his father's warning, Xiang Liang gave a strange smile and replied, 'Dad, relax. We're four just tagging along for Mu Longhe's escort this time.'

Just tagging along?

Xiang Ping froze at those words and was about to question further when another voice cut in.

'Brother Mu, who'd have guessed we'd journey side by side again someday? Truly uncommon!'

From the Ministry Building emerged two figures slowly. The older one leading, his hair and beard snowy white, let his voice precede him, laced with deep nostalgia and sorrow.

'Lord Xiang takes the lead on this escort mission!'

No explanation from his son was required; Xiang Ping already knew the elder.

It was Xiang Fu Hai, once Ba Shang's lord, who had now sworn loyalty to Great Xia.

'Excellent!'

At daybreak, Xiang Fu Hai hadn't struck, but he'd soared skyward with Xiahou Zhang and Murong Chui, so his wounds must have mended. Watching over the limbless Mu Longhe would be no challenge for him. With that in mind, Xiang Ping felt much calmer.

'It really is uncommon! Last time I crossed paths with Lord Xiang was seventeen years back. If my memory serves, it involved that white-haired water beast in the Jiuqu Water Area, right?'

Meanwhile, Mu Longhe lifted his head with a bitter grin, answering Xiang Fu Hai.

Ties between the Nine Towns mostly run through merchant groups. Digging deeper, folks at Xianyang Level like them interact far less than those at Cold Resistance Level.

As Mu Longhe recalled the Jiuqu Water Area incident, a flicker of memory crossed Xiang Fu Hai's eyes. After a dozen breaths or so, he composed himself and locked eyes with Mu Longhe, both breaking into unwitting smiles at once.

Xiang Fu Hai stands at 138 years old, Mu Longhe at 135—ages quite close. As fellow Xianyang Level experts, they shone brightly in their youth within their own sides. They've been acquainted for over a hundred years, back when Ba Shang and Chui Mountain were mere outposts.

Bonds among the Nine Towns of Moao South Slope are already quite intricate. Calling it knowing each other for a century is like saying they've vied covertly for that long. The Jiuqu Water Area event Mu Longhe noted was merely the latest encounter. Going further back reveals battlefield clashes, desperate fights for survival, and even shared toasts over wine.

With Ba Shang's collapse, Xiang Fu Hai has folded all its folk into Great Xia; as Chui Mountain waned, Mu Longhe got cast aside by Lord Duan Hong, captured by Great Xia. Henceforth, no rivalries remain between them—they've lowered all defenses, sharing old tales, hearts brimming with unspeakable feelings.

Their current grins hold a touch of mending fences, chuckling off old feuds!

Xiang Fu Hai recalled something abruptly, gesturing dismissively, 'Brother Mu, you ought to adjust how you call me going forward. I'm no lord anymore.'

With a nod, Mu Longhe let out a soft sigh, 'Truthfully, Lord Xia Hong shouldn't fret so much. Keeping my life is gratitude enough. I'd never stir more issues. Plus, even if I wanted to, I can't anymore. My arms are gone, my bones damaged beyond repair, and I've lost my Flying Ability too. These four youths handling the escort is plenty. Why bother you, Brother Xiang?'

Hearing this, Xiang Fu Hai's face took on an odd look, and he smiled back, 'Brother Mu, do you believe the lord dispatched me just to guard you?'

Isn't it?

Confusion showed on Mu Longhe's face. He'd caught the talk between the young Silver Order Prison Warden and his father's commander, so if not that, why else would Xiang Fu Hai come along personally?