Martial Ascent to Divinity

Xu Qingjin walked back to the ward and chatted with Zhou Leng about the events of recent days.

Basically, it's pretty much what Zhou Leng learned from the forums.

Zhou Leng said, "I'm more or less recovered, can I leave now?"

Zhou Leng glanced at the bracelet on his left wrist, red.

Far more serious than last time.

Xu Qingjin shook his head and said, "No, you've been poisoned too deeply this time, you need to recuperate thoroughly. When you were in a coma, the Martial Arts Brigade fed you a 'Hundred Piercing Pill', and Instructor Deng also gave you one. The doctor also instructed me to watch over you, you can't run around."

"They really spared no expense..." Two Hundred Piercing Pills, two million.

"Now the Demon Worship Sect is causing trouble everywhere, retaliating for the death of the Demon Duke, targeting the joint exam students of the first and second tiers, you definitely shouldn't go out. Maybe, someone is watching you outside the hospital." Xu Qingjin said.

Zhou Leng looked at Xu Qingjin's eyes and said, "Your eyes have quite a few bloodshot lines, go sleep."

Xu Qingjin gestured with his chin to the camping bed beside him, saying, "I'll sleep there. There are many doctors and nurses during the day, if something happens they can be found, but at night someone needs to keep vigil."

"Thank you." Zhou Leng sincerely said.

"I haven't thanked you for saving me yet, let's not say thank you or not between us." Xu Qingjin laughed a little, then for some reason, blushed and turned to the other side, saying, "See if there's anything you need, I'll buy it for you."

"I don't need anything, it's a good time to digest what I learned from the Celestial Ladder, and we can learn Divine Text and Inner Power together."

"That's great!"

"Let me reply to some friends first."

"Alright."

Zhou Leng replied one by one to Uncle Li and friends, then left messages in the high school group, Martial Arts Hall class group, and joint exam large group, indicating that he is now very healthy, and there's nothing wrong, please don't worry.

Classmates and friends clearly wanted to ask more, but restrained themselves, only said a few simple words.

Zhou Leng saw their responses, nearly all hesitant, wanting to say he didn't get affected by the Spirit Poison Light.

But, it's not suitable now.

If said, the Demon Purgatory and Demon Worship Sect would surely send people to assassinate or even attack.

The ward door opened.

An old man with a stern, somewhat rigid face walked in, turned to look at Zhou Leng.

"Grandpa Liang." Xu Qingjin stood up, smiled and greeted.

Grandpa Liang nodded, looked at Zhou Leng, asked, "Awake?"

"Hello, Grandpa Liang." Zhou Leng guessed he was probably the person from the next bed, answering respectfully.

The old man also nodded, turned to walk back to the bed, separated by a curtain, it was unclear what he was doing.

Xu Qingjin took out his phone to send Zhou Leng a text.

"Grandpa Liang seems cold but has a warm heart, during your coma, he taught me a lot about caregiving. The stuff his family brought him, he even shared with me to eat."

Zhou Leng nodded.

Then, Zhou Leng used the magic watch to project a light screen, and started studying basic Divine Text knowledge with Xu Qingjin.

After talking with the Celestial Ladder, Zhou Leng realized he needed to further solidify his foundation.

After this period, the foundation of Divine Text will be completely solid, surely ushering in rapid progress.

Zhou Leng remembered all the content exchanged with the Celestial Ladder in his mind.

While learning the basics of Divine Text, those contents continually emerged and verified with each other, deepening Zhou Leng's understanding of Divine Text.

After finishing a class, Xu Qingjin looked at Zhou Leng confusedly, saying, "I feel your level of Divine Text is very high."

"I've always been interested in Divine Text, I've been self-studying it for several months."

"No wonder."

Until late at night, after the IV drip was finished.

Xu Qingjin went to sleep on the camping bed, and Zhou Leng sat up, practiced meditation to operate Inner Power, and cultivated the Extreme Realm level Sea Suppression Map.

The whole process went very smoothly, completely unaware of any hidden injuries in mind or body.

Even feeling the body swelling.

Short-term use of too many pills can lead to this sensation.

Unsure how many valuable drugs were used by the Martial Arts Brigade, Instructor Deng, and the hospital on him.

Zhou Leng repeatedly operated the Sea Suppression Map, absorbing the medicine's potency.

After cultivating Inner Power, Zhou Leng closed his eyes and reviewed the process of the Celestial Tier Trial, attempting to reproduce the details of that time as much as possible.

This was an assignment left by Wang Boxiong, the Hall Master; all the students participating in the Celestial Tier must do it, and for three months continuously.

Zhou Leng knows the strength of the Celestial Tier, the benefits from this Celestial Tier Trial are no less than being taught personally by the Martial Saint.

Therefore, Zhou Leng seriously recalled, determined to engrave the process of the Celestial Tier Trial firmly in his mind.

Except for the magnified thousandfold fear.

That's truly unachievable.

Mainly focusing on the memories of enlightenment by the seaside and the battle with Black and White People.

Early the next morning.

Grandpa Liang went out early for a walk, Xu Qingjin left, and Deng Zhijue came to visit with a fruit basket.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Deng Zhijue rose to look around the ward, saw no one, then sat back down.

"You need to lie here for about two weeks until November, do you know why?"

"To prevent retaliation from the Demon Worship Sect?" Zhou Leng asked.

"Correct. Now the Demon Worship Sect has launched many attacks, several second-tier students have been killed due to carelessness. But the first-tier ones have been very well protected so far."

"What about the monthly exam..."

Zhou Leng looked at the time, entered Shuizhou Demon City on October 6th, trapped by the Celestial Ladder for 11 days, in a coma for 3 days, today is already the 21st.

"Monthly exam ranking is not important, once you recover for a few more months, you can easily regain it."

"Alright." Zhou Leng nodded.

"Not only fearing retaliation from the Demon Worship Sect, but also hoping you heal well..." Deng Zhijue hesitated.

Zhou Leng thought carefully and suddenly understood.

In their view, Zhou Leng was poisoned, and even his iron-hard body couldn't endure it. Now there's the monthly exam; others' scores would improve while his would suddenly drop, which might be too heavy a blow to bear, so it's better not to take the exam.

Zhou Leng thought to himself, then I'll wait for December's monthly exam.

"But rest assured, since you were injured in battle, although your ranking has dropped, the ranking treatment for the next three months remains unchanged. For the next three months, it's assumed you're tied for first among the Martial Arts School Students. You won't miss out on any rewards due to you."

"I'm not really worried about that."

"By the way, I heard you have a great harvest?" Deng Zhijue glanced at the Magic Spirit Bag.

"Indeed, quite a substantial harvest."

"That's good. Rest for two weeks, accumulate for two months, and surprise everyone during the mid-term exam in January!"

Zhou Leng said, "Okay!"

Deng Zhijue explained many things before leaving.

In the afternoon, many classmates arranged to visit Zhou Leng.

Grandpa Liang was sitting on the hospital bed, initially indifferent.

As more and more students came in, Grandpa Liang frowned—he was also a patient and most disliked being disturbed.

He was very composed and did not speak.

As the number of people increased, he listened to everyone gossiping about Zhou Leng in the ward and gradually became interested.

Wei Hong had a big mouth and kept talking non-stop.

"I'm not bragging; if you hadn't followed Zhou Leng into battle, you'd have gone to the Celestial Ladder battle in vain."

"At the time, there were so many Demons that I was trembling with fear, my heart almost jumped out from my throat, thinking it was all over, doomed to die..."

"Then, Zhou Leng descended from the sky, like he was crossing a river on a reed, stepping on the Demons' heads, flying like a bird. All the way, those Demon heads were exploding like watermelons being smashed..."

"Feng Wenhao, you missed the most exciting battle, didn't you?"

Feng Wenhao chuckled and said, "I can't say that. Although I didn't have the Celestial Tier legacy and didn't follow the big battle, I managed to survive at the edge of the protective shield for over ten days, at least honing some decent survival skills in the wild."

The girl who confessed occasionally sneaked glances at Zhou Leng, but he always pretended not to notice.

Feng Wenhao added, "Did you get a nurse or someone else to accompany you, or should we take turns?"

Zhou Leng said, "Xu Qingjin comes to stay with me every night."

"I heard from Wei Hong that you two were lovey-dovey in the Celestial Ladder, preparing to make your relationship public?" Feng Wenhao asked with a grin.

All the classmates looked at Zhou Leng, laughing, while only a few girls' expressions changed slightly.

Zhou Leng glanced at Feng Wenhao and said, "Once I'm discharged, I'm going to her home for dinner."

"Wow..." A group of classmates let out animal-like howls.

The girl lowered her head, tugging at her shirt corners with both hands.

At first, it was just students from the Martial Arts Hall class, but gradually, Ruda's main school people started coming too.

After Xu Qingjin arrived, she acted like the hostess here, busying herself with hosting everyone.

Some classmates winked at Zhou Leng, and a few girls hurriedly left.

Approaching dusk, classmates from East China Martial Arts Academy in Rucheng heard that Zhou Leng had woken up and came to visit too.

With so many visitors, the ward couldn't accommodate more, and soon the corridor was crowded.

Some joint exam students also injured and hospitalized here joined in the fun upon hearing classmates had come.

Before long, the corridor outside Zhou Leng's room was like a bustling market, full of noise.

The hospital administration was alerted, and a deputy director entered the ward to discuss with Zhou Leng.

Subsequently, Zhou Leng, dressed in a blue and white-striped hospital gown, stood by the door, greeting classmates in the corridor, proving he was healthy, allowing students from both schools to leave peacefully.

The ward's doctors and nurses were shocked by the scene.

Such large-scale visits hadn't happened in years, especially not for a child, unprecedented.

After inquiring into the situation, they were impressed, finding it hard to imagine a child saved tens of thousands, and cared more for Zhou Leng.

The gaze from Grandpa Liang towards Zhou Leng slowly changed, becoming softer and less indifferent than before.

By dinnertime.

The hospital lobby staff were dumbfounded.

Deliverers arrived from all directions, in droves.

Some held flowers, others carried milk tea, and some brought fried chicken... a variety of food was available.

Many delivery notes didn't specify which ward, only wrote nicknames like "Rucheng Medical University First Hospital," thankfully marked with the addressee.

Zhou Leng.

The hospital's chat group quickly buzzed.

"Which room is Zhou Leng in?"

"Which big shot is this?"

"Come over quickly, the first-floor lobby is filled with deliveries."

"Isn't it the special care ward Zhou Leng? Nearly a thousand students just visited, all from Martial Arts Academy."

"I checked the hospitalized patients; only one is named Zhou Leng."

"What should be done with the items? Delivered upstairs?"

"Have to send them up... Wait, we can't."

"Why not?"

"Not enough hands, it's all over, with some packs having several items."

"Need the director to step in..."

Therefore, the deputy director went to the ward again, walking through corridors filled with flowers, fruits, milk tea, and all sorts of food.

Upon entering the ward, they discussed again.

Zhou Leng was understanding, agreeing that waste shouldn't happen and willing to give to everyone.

Soon, medical staff from various hospital departments lined up to the first-floor lobby to pick flowers, fruits, and food.

Later more came, and despite the sizeable piles left, the outpatient department staff joined the fun.

Ultimately, with items still remaining, patients or family members were asked to take them.