Chapter 413: Chapter 411 Elevation 6000 ters
Outside base camp, more and more people were erging from the campsite, not to climb, but to see what this year’s only qualifier actually looked like.
A white man spat at Bi Fang’s feet, but Bi Fang did not even spare him a glance.
“Rember to sign your body donation for organs!” soone yelled at the top of their lungs, followed by a burst of laughter, “Oh, I forgot, probably nobody wants your frozen organs! Hahaha.”
Laughter echoed through the camp, but Bi Fang seed to hear nothing, see nothing, just moving forward.
Snowshoes crunched on the snow, and crampons left sharp holes in the ground.
“Co on!”
A roar rose above all other noises, and people turned back to see—it was another Asian.
Was it the man’s companion?
The people wondered.
The laughter did not stop, in fact, it grew even more unrestrained.
“Co on!”
Another roar sounded.
It ca from an Asian, a fat man.
“Co on!”
It was from a young Sherpa man.
“Co on!”
This shout was not very loud, but it was full of force, from an old man.
But these few voices were clearly not enough to drown out the much louder jeering, yet soon, a new wave of noise briefly overca the cacophony.
There were whites, Asians, and blacks, all survivors of the avalanche, people who were not seriously injured, but had stayed behind, now standing inside the camp, shouting towards a departing figure.
Yet this group of fewer than twenty people was like a small splash in a pond, seeming not to stir a big wave, but gradually, the splash showed no signs of ceasing, growing larger and larger, carrying wave after wave of cheers.
People watched in astonishnt as the wall of less than twenty people grew longer and thicker.
It was the Sherpa people!
It was the roar of the mountain’s darling!
Leading them was Puba, standing at the forefront, with a growing number of villagers behind him, more and gathered, his eyes sharp like a hawk, intimidating every heckler into silence.
So gave up mocking, others retreated to their tents, and so joined the cheering.
“Co on! Co on! Co on!”
Voice after voice joined together, converging into a sound wave that piled upon itself, forcing all the scoffers to slink back into their tents, yet the cheering went on undiminished until Bi Fang disappeared from sight, finally slowly coming to a stop.
“Humans cannot conquer mountains, they only climb them, like a child climbs onto its mother’s knees,” Puba murmured as he watched Bi Fang vanish, then patted Danzeng on the head, “Let’s go back, whether he succeeds or not is now up to him.”
Danzeng nodded vigorously.
Watching the snowstorm, Edinburgh tightened his collar; he harbored no doubt about Bi Fang’s success, as a centenarian, he understood one thing clearly.
Once a person has a goal, they beco unstoppable.
Above the snow-capped mountain, the campsite behind Bi Fang had already blurred into the distance, but the viewers in the live broadcast room were still stunned, trying to recover from what they had just witnessed.
If not for knowing the backstory, knowing what kind of person Old Fang was, they might even think it was all a performance!
Of course, there were those who doubted, and not just the old viewers, but plenty of new viewers were skeptical as well. So even raised questions, but Bi Fang did not need to worry about it, as older viewers naturally stepped up to explain.
[Epic class!]
[When it cos to prestige, you have to look up to Master Fang!]
[Sniffle, I’m moved, Master Fang rocks! Who says only those in the spotlight can be heroes?]
[How far are you planning to climb today?]
Bi Fang adjusted his headlamp, glanced at the barrage of comnts, and explained, “I will reach Camp One before the sun rises. There should be so people there still, not entirely evacuated yet. Also, my drone will be placed at Camp One because beyond that altitude, the drone cannot fly anymore. So, after that point, you can only watch the live stream in first-person view.”
“And because of the oxygen issue, I’ll be talking less and less. Often I won’t be able to reply in ti, so if you have any questions, you need to ask them quickly. Once I reach 7,000 ters, I will try not to talk unless necessary. It might beco a bit boring then.”
[How could it be?]
[This is my first ti watching a Mount Everest live stream; I’m a bit nervous. What can I say now to get everyone’s attention?]
[I didn’t co here to watch you conquer the wilderness; hurry up and start eating!]
[Ah, I was actually here to see what Master Fang is having for dinner today, slipping away now.]
[Speaking of which, neighbors Shark and Tiger Fang tead up the other day and launched a wilderness segnt. Does anyone know?]
Oh?
Bi Fang raised his eyebrows; what was this situation? He didn’t even know about it.
[I saw it, it was launched for less than half an hour (Dog’s head) and, calculating the ti, it’s almost the duration from when Master Fang was buried by the avalanche until he ca back online.]
[Tiger Fang, Shark: The sky cleared, the rain stopped, I think I can do it again.]
Bi Fang was montarily stunned and nearly laughed out loud.
As a pioneer with templates and the System, he had well and truly cut off the path for any newcors. From his very first live stream, Bi Fang paid attention to establishing a professional image. Now, he stood unbeatable like a giant in the field of wilderness, miles ahead of the rest. For anyone trying to catch up, the only way would be through a significant inflow of viewers, but the cost was mostly not worth it—the input and earnings did not add up.
His earlier efforts had not been in vain.
Gathering his thoughts, Bi Fang gripped the ascender and swiftly slid across the crevasse.
Viewers who had watched the previous live stream even felt a slightly different sensation, as if… Bi Fang climbing alone was even faster now?
A fignt of their imagination?
Many scratched their heads, but this question was confird when they saw familiar mountains and the Eagle Head Ice Slope and then looked at the ti. He was a full twenty minutes faster than before!
[As expected, teammates are just a burden!]
[Master Fang is a lone ranger!]
[The lone brave one]
As the daylight grew stronger, large ice crevasses beca more nurous, many places lacked proper aluminum ladders, and there were no natural snow bridges.
Bi Fang had to set up ladders himself, slowing down, he tied a rope to the ground and then to himself before moving forward.
“When climbing aluminum ladders, we hook the front teeth of our crampons onto the rung. Naturally, the rear teeth will hook onto the next rung behind. After making sure it’s stable, we step up one by one. Every step must be clean and decisive to ensure there’s no tripping while switching feet.
The incline of the aluminum ladders varies; you might have seen many along the way, with four ladders joined end to end climbing upward, two connected across a crevasse, and others descending. No matter the angle, just make sure to take each step well. Don’t be afraid, even if you fall off the ladder, two safety ropes attached to you can catch you.”
The more experienced a person is, the more they know how absolutely important safety asures are. Therefore, Bi Fang did not dare to be careless with each step.
All those who were careless ended up in the crevasses.
Being alone in such an environnt easily leads to psychological pressure, and under such strain, until the sun rose, the viewers finally saw Camp One through Bi Fang’s perspective.
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