Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Then, Wang Teng shouted again, "Spinning Top Beast, come out and help me protect the surroundings!"

The light on the Gale Steed spinning top suddenly intensified, and a blue figure emerged from the top of the top.

First, there are two long, slender forelegs, then a streamlined body, and finally a magnificent head.

It was the sacred beast, Gale Steed.

Its entire body was covered in cyan scales, its red mane moved without wind, and its four hooves stepped on a light cyan vortex of soul power as it gently landed.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of crimson-gold flame exploded from the top of the Sacred Firebird Spinning Top.

The flaming bird spread its wings and burst forth, its entire body ablaze with an inextinguishable flame, illuminating half the camp.

A cloud of purplish-black mist surged from the Nine-Headed Bat King Spinning Top.

Nine-headed shadow bats slowly emerged from the mist, hanging upside down above the spinning top, their nine tiny eyes darting around, alertly scanning all directions.

On the Supreme Golden Armor Spinning Top, the figure of Vajra Armor appeared.

It was a colossal beast covered in golden armor, with limbs as thick as mountains. It lay prone on the ground and let out a low growl.

On the Saint Seiya Panther Spinning Top, the Wind Chaser Panther leaps out.

Its lithe body landed lightly at the edge of the camp, its tail held high and its ears perked up, maintaining the posture it had before the hunt.

On the Explosive Tiger Spinning Top, Howling Tiger roared to the sky, and the roar echoed far across the wilderness, startling a few crows in the distant withered forest.

All the sacred beasts appeared, each occupying a position, forming a second line of defense.

The Flamebird circled once and landed on a wooden stake next to Wang Teng. It tilted its head, used its beak formed of flames to tidy its wings, then raised its head, looking intently at Wang Teng, and said, "Master, don't worry, we will definitely protect you."

Its voice was crisp and eager, as if it had just woken up from a nap, full of energy.

"Roar!"

The armored beast pounded its heavy breastplate, making a dull thud, and then dragged its heavy yet agile body slowly along the perimeter of the camp, crushing a patch of frozen earth with each step.

"Squeaky-"

One of the nine-headed bat king's heads emitted a sharp cry, as if it had detected some movement in the distance, but it quickly fell silent again.

It turned out to be just a lemming foraging for food in the snow.

The Wind Chaser Leopard remained silent, running around the camp in circles, its speed so fast that it was almost invisible, leaving only a gray afterimage flitting past the edge of the firelight.

The Howling Tiger crouched on the north side of the camp, its two front paws firmly on the ground, its eyes fixed intently on the direction it had come from. Occasionally, it would flick its tail, making a slapping sound as it hit the frozen ground.

The swift horse shook its mane, walked to Ning Rongrong's side, and gently rubbed its head against the back of her hand.

Ning Rongrong smiled and patted its forehead, whispering, "Thank you for your hard work."

Looking at the six spinning top-shaped sacred beasts, Wang Teng couldn't help but nod in approval.

Originally, Wang Teng's spinning top sacred beasts were all phantoms, but now, after passing through the far north and absorbing countless millennia-old Xuanbing marrow, all of his sacred beasts can now materialize.

"That's practically six soul beasts!"

Looking at the spinning sacred beasts guarding the surroundings, Wang Teng was very satisfied.

With the protection of these six sacred beasts, plus the perception of the six spinning tops themselves, this abandoned camp became impregnable in an instant.

The outer perimeter of the far north was originally only inhabited by a few scattered low-level soul beasts, most of which were timid and cowardly. Sensing the aura emanating from the sacred beast Howling Tiger from afar, they had long since disappeared.

The firelight flickered, and the grease from the dried meat dripped into the flames, sizzling as it fell.

Wang Teng took a piece of roasted, fragrant jerky, tore it in half, and handed it to Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing respectively.

Ning Rongrong took it and nibbled on it, while Zhu Zhuqing silently took it, put it to her lips but didn't eat it, her eyes still scanning the four corners of the camp.

"Eat up, with them guarding you, nothing will happen."

Wang Teng picked up the kettle, poured hot water into the three leather bags, and handed one to each person.

Zhu Zhuqing then slowly took a bite of the dried meat.

As night deepened, only the crackling of the campfire and the low hum of the spinning top remained in the camp.

Wang Teng leaned against a rock at the edge of the camp.

Ning Rongrong sat to Wang Teng's left, and her head unconsciously rested on his shoulder.

Zhu Zhuqing sat a little further to the right of Wang Teng, her body slightly turned to the side, half of her face hidden in the hood of her cloak, seemingly also relaxed.

Wang Teng reached out and moved the kettle over Zhu Zhuqing's side to prevent it from getting too hot from the fire.

He gently brushed away a small, withered leaf that was stuck to the end of Ning Rongrong's hair.

Both girls were still injured. Although they had received simple bandaging, the wounds still ached from time to time in the cold night. They didn't make a sound, but Wang Teng could feel their bodies trembling slightly from time to time.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Teng himself began to feel tired.

He slowly closed his eyes, entering a state of half-sleep and half-awake.

Wang Teng's consciousness had not completely subsided; he could still hear the buzzing of the top and the movements of the sacred beasts, but his physical fatigue was indeed gradually fading.

Nothing happened that night.

The next day, sunlight streamed through the eastern horizon, illuminating the dilapidated skeleton of the camp and coating the thin layer of frost and snow with a pale gold hue.

When Wang Teng opened his eyes, he found that Ning Rongrong was already awake and was poking at the embers of the campfire with a twig, trying to reignite it.

Zhu Zhuqing stood at the edge of the camp, keeping watch with the Wind Chaser Leopard. The leopard's tail swayed back and forth, looking quite relaxed.

Dugu Bo slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his eyes.

He stood up, stretched his shoulders, and found that his external injuries had mostly healed, and his internal injuries were about 70-80% healed. All that was left was to recuperate slowly.

Madam Wei and Xianyun also woke up one after the other.

Madam Wei's complexion returned to normal, and her breathing became steady.

Xianyun's complexion also became much rosier.

Wang Teng, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing also had a good night's rest. Although they weren't exactly in top form, they had recovered most of their strength and were more than capable of handling ordinary travel.

Madam Wei walked up to Wang Teng, solemnly cupped her hands in greeting, and said with gratitude in her voice, "Thank you very much, Brother Wang, for the Ten Thousand Year Mystic Ice Marrow this time."

"If it weren't for your help, we probably wouldn't have been able to get the Ice Marrow this time, and we would have lost our lives in the Frozen Canyon."

Xianyun followed, smiling rather embarrassedly, "Oh dear, I've incurred your favor without even realizing it. Little brother Wang, I won't thank you enough. If you ever need my help in the future, just let me know."

Wang Teng waved his hand and laughed: "Haha, without Madam's map, I wouldn't have been able to dig up these things. It's mutually beneficial, mutually beneficial!"

These words were quite true, and both Madam Wei and Xianyun laughed upon hearing them.

The three exchanged a few more pleasantries, nothing more than polite words of farewell and promises of meeting again.

But in this wilderness, these words carry particular weight.

Madam Wei and Xianyun nodded to Dugu Bo, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing before turning to leave, their figures gradually disappearing into the depths of the withered forest.

After watching the two walk away, Wang Teng turned back to Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing and said, "Let's go too, let's go to a nearby city to rest first."

Dugu Bo consciously walked to the back of the group, put his hands in his sleeves, and gave off an expression that said, "I'm just here to be a guard, you can do whatever you want."

Although he was still recovering from his injuries, he exuded an aura of authority even without anger. With Dugu Bo following behind him, ordinary soul masters and soul beasts dared not approach him.

Wang Teng led the two women southward.

He hadn't gone far when he suddenly stopped, took out two thick cloaks from his storage soul tool, and draped them over Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.

"Your frostbite hasn't fully healed yet, so don't catch a cold again."

Wang Teng's voice wasn't loud, but his tone carried an undeniable concern.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing looked at each other and smiled.

Then, Wang Teng walked in the middle, with the darling of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School on his left and the nobles of the Star Luo Empire on his right.

Both girls came from distinguished backgrounds, yet they were both willing to follow him, walking step by step across this desolate, frozen land.

Dugu Bo, watching this scene from behind, had a fleeting, almost imperceptible smile in his eyes before reverting to his usual expressionless, cold face.

Around noon, the outline of a city finally appeared on the horizon.

The city wasn't large; its walls were made of grayish-white boulders, appearing thick and rough, and a flag depicting crossed axes and hammers fluttered atop the walls.

That's the symbol of Dragon City. It's said that the city was originally built by a group of blacksmiths and miners (who mined veins on this cold plain).

As it has developed, Dragon City has become the last supply station before entering the far north, and the first civilized place seen by those who survived the far north.

Wang Teng and his three companions entered the city. Although Dragon City could not compare to a bustling metropolis like Heavenly Dou City, it had everything one would expect.

The streets were bustling with people, and steam rose from the shops on both sides. The shouts of vendors selling roasted meat, furs, and soul guides echoed from one after another.

Wang Teng found a hotel that looked nice, called "Return Hotel".

This is a three-story building with pale yellow paint on the exterior walls. Two red soul-guiding lamps hang in front of the door, making it stand out brightly in the gray Dragon City.

The four then checked in.

Wang Teng also specifically requested two of the best rooms, located adjacent to each other on the same floor.

He shared a room with the two women, while Dugu Bo lived next door.

Wang Teng pushed open the door and entered. The room wasn't very big, but it was decorated warmly and thoughtfully.

The floor was covered with a thick wool carpet, which made no sound when you stepped on it.

The window faces south, so the sunlight shines in all afternoon.

The bedding on the bed was newly changed, neatly folded, and exuded a faint fragrance of soapberry.

A copper brazier sat in the corner, burning high-quality smokeless charcoal, making the whole room warm and cozy.

On the table were a dish of candied fruit and a small pot of local fruit wine, which were considered a welcome gift from the hotel.

As soon as Ning Rongrong entered the room, she plopped down on the bed, sinking into the soft bedding, and let out a long sigh of relief: "Finally, I can get a good night's sleep."

Ning Rongrong's voice carried a sense of relief, as if she had survived a disaster.

Zhu Zhuqing first checked every corner of the room, whether the windows were closed tightly, whether the door locks were secure, and even tapped on the soundproofing of the walls.

Only after confirming that everything was correct did he take off his outer robe and sit down on the chair by the window.

Wang Teng first poured Ning Rongrong a glass of warm water and brought it over. He then checked the bandage wrapped around her arm and only felt relieved after confirming that there was no bleeding.

He didn't neglect Zhu Zhuqing either. He went over and touched the water glass she had placed on the table. Finding it cold, he went and replaced it with a hot one.