Return.
A cold night at the Pearl Peak base camp welcod a group of well-trained mountaineers.
They silently passed through tents, trying not to disturb anyone. Everyone wore masks and baseball caps, concealing their true faces.
These people didn’t look like mountaineers, but more like soldiers.
Unlike ordinary mountaineers, this mountaineering team was exceptionally large. Others were in teams of eight, while they were in teams of over a hundred.
Not only that, but over a hundred professional support teams also ca up with these mountaineers, including more than twenty Sherpas.
However, it was strange that even with such a strong support team, these people did not shirk their work, but instead built tents, communication centers, and cooked their als themselves.
These people even went to the trouble of moving stones to build a wall around their camp, and took turns standing guard at night.
Their arrival eventually alard the other mountaineers in the camp.
Soone noticed that the professional support team had firearms.
And, although the markings on so olive-green boxes were rubbed off with sandpaper, retired servicen still recognized them as boxes for RPG rocket launchers. Such firepower would make one think that the head of state of so country was climbing Mount Everest.
Hu Xiaoniu stood in his camp, listening to the gurgling sound of a small iron pot. Chen Zhuozao, beside him, calmly broke compressed biscuits and threw them into the pot.
“Anything unusual?” Hu Xiaoniu asked.
Chen Zhuozao shook her head: “Nothing unusual in the camp. Master has paved the way. He specifically went to Europe to beat the Roosevelt Kingdom and Future Organization. Overseas forces are busy looking for him and don't have ti to care about us, but we still need to be careful.”
After the devilish training, all the mbers of the Knight Reserves lost weight.
Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys and girls, who originally had so baby fat on their faces, now all had dark complexions and sharp facial features.
Chen Zhuozao's jawline was like it was carved by a knife, and her whole deanor seed sharper.
She looked at Hu Xiaoniu and said, “We need to adapt to the high-altitude climate as soon as possible and start training.”
Hu Xiaoniu asked with a smile, “Even the roll king is under pressure?”
“Yes,” Chen Zhuozao nodded. “The two senior brothers I saw at Fire Pit are very powerful.”
The two senior brothers she was referring to were Li Ke and Zhang ngqian.
When the Knight Reserves arrived at Fire Pit, Li Yunjing happened to be with them at the snowy mountain, preparing for a new Trials of Life and Death challenge.
It was at this ti that Chen Zhuozao saw the gentle Li Ke and Zhang ngqian, who possessed a sixth sense.
With Li Yunjing protecting them, these two senior brothers were constantly using Reverse Breathing Technique, and were weight training with 380-jin sandbags on their legs and arms to offset the power boost from the Eternal Heaven Fruit.
The sandbags were filled with heavy tungsten sand, and the two senior brothers didn't even take them off while sleeping.
Senior Brother Li Ke said that having the opportunity to eat the Eternal Heaven Fruit is a good thing, but Master didn't have such help when he took the Knight path, and previous Knights didn't have such good conditions.
So, to experience the feelings and hardships of their predecessors, they had to offset the power of the Eternal Heaven Fruit to temper their minds.
Chen Zhuozao tried it, and suffered from altitude sickness that day.
If the Airship Qing Family provided didn't have dical equipnt, she would have died there.
Senior Brother Li Ke comforted her, saying that this kind of training should be gradual, not rushed.
But the mischievous look in this senior brother's eyes was clear. Sure enough, none of the Knights were easy to deal with; Little Maki was the last conscience of the Knights!
How could the female roll king endure this kind of grievance? As soon as she recovered, she started to maintain Reverse Breathing Technique and gradually increase her weight training.
Not only that, she also customized weight training sandbags for everyone, making all the Knight Reserves suffer.
Of course, everyone knew it was for their own good, and Senior Brother Li Ke was right.
However, Li Ke's stimulation to Chen Zhuozao wasn't that great. The key was Zhang ngqian. When Chen Zhuozao faced Zhang ngqian, although the other person's eyes were covered with a white satin ribbon, she felt that the other person could see her at all tis.
Moreover, the other person could already predict what she was going to do.
She wanted to get her water bottle, and the next second, she found Zhang ngqian had already handed her the water bottle. When she dropped her chopsticks due to exhaustion from training, Zhang ngqian could also reach out and catch them in advance.
Even if the chopsticks fell, she could catch them at an extrely fast speed, but she knew very well that Zhang ngqian didn't do it with speed, but because the other party could see the future.
This seed like a superpower to Chen Zhuozao. Everyone else had beco Knights with additional skills, but she was just a plain Knight without any extra skills!
Why did she need her senior brother's help with things like handing her a water bottle or catching chopsticks? Wasn't this deliberately making her work harder?
So, Chen Zhuozao began to compete with her brothers and sisters in the Virtual Realm in West Continent, planning to get an awakening quota to get a new profession.
Roll!
Every mont in the Knight Reserves was about rolling!
It even made Shinguji Maki cry!
At this mont, little Maki, with customized sandbags wrapped around her small arms and legs, sat in the tent crying with tears and snot. Red Leaf Hunt, Shadow Girl, and Prajna knelt beside her, frantically wiping her tears, while Foxfire huddled at her feet to warm them.
Li Tongxue lifted the tent curtain and walked in. She said to Red Leaf Hunt and Shadow Girl, “You guys go guard outside. If anyone approaches our camp, co and notify . Rember, this is a crucial ti, and any abnormality cannot be missed.”
In fact, the strongest fighter in this team was not Li Tongxue, but Shinguji Maki.
She had reached C-Class, and the number of Shikigami she could summon had increased from 3 to 24. Qing Chen's speed of accumulating Shikigami couldn't keep up with her speed of opening Shikigami summoning slots. Now, Red Leaf Hunt, Mirage Tower, Shadow Girl, Foxfire, Mountain Child, Prajna, Great Heavenly Dog, Wine Swallowing Child, Flying Head Demon, Never Fall, and White Tiger had all been successfully summoned by little Maki.
Although her level limited the Shikigami to C-Class, these C-Class Shikigami alone could easily defeat any B-Class expert.
If she levels up, with 48 B-Class Shikigami, even A-Class experts would turn and run.
At this ti, Li Tongxue stuffed a Forbidden Artifact ACE119 tissue box into the little girl's arms: “Don't cry, don't cry. Although it's a little hard, we can watch the sunset here tomorrow evening. And your Master ca here a while ago. He climbed to the top of the mountain very quickly. Those Sherpas all know him and treat him like a god. What would they think of your Master if they knew his disciple was such a crybaby?”
“Burp!” Shinguji Maki forcibly stopped crying: “Then I won't cry.”
“That's a good girl,” Li Tongxue said with a smile.
Shinguji Maki pulled out a tissue to wipe her tears: “But why didn't Master co with us? I miss him so much.”
Li Tongxue comforted her: “Your Master has more important things to do… Wait, give that tissue!”
Speaking, she took the tissue from Shinguji Maki's hand, but saw that on the tear-stained tissue, it was written: The Big Dipper points south, those with light flowing in their eyes will be swallowed by the light, soone silently betrays their ideals, and walks toward the abyss.
Li Tongxue was stunned. This wasn't the first ti little Maki had drawn a prophecy.
Last ti, this tissue box successfully predicted that she would be severely beaten by her mother, Jiang Xue.
Now, the prophecy appears again, but Li Tongxue couldn't confirm what it ant for a while!
Does the person with light flowing in their eyes refer to Qing Chen?
Qing Chen lay in his single room dormitory, silently looking at the snowy mountains outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Life seed to slow down again.
There was no one he knew here, as if he was starting another solitary journey of cultivation.
He withdrew from the bustling world and walked his own path.
But life couldn't always be like this.
With a ding, a text ssage ca in, from Li Tongxue.
Qing Chen thought carefully after reading it.
“The Big Dipper points south, those with light flowing in their eyes will be swallowed by the light, soone silently betrays their ideals, and walks toward the abyss.”
The prophecies from the tissue box were all related to little Maki, the host. If the person with light flowing in their eyes is him, what is the light that swallows him?
Who is the person who silently betrays their ideals?
Qing Chen had a guess, but he couldn't do any advance preparation for this matter at the mont. He could only wait and see, and then improvise.
He took out his phone and created a group, adding Hu Xiaoniu, Chen Zhuozao, Hu Jingyi, Li Tongxue, Luo Wanya, Little Seven, Xiao San, Zard, and Dayu to it, and carefully instructed them about future plans.
He had already found a crack in Roosevelt Kingdom, and all he needed was a crowbar to tear the crack apart.
However, at this mont, the door to his room was opened.
The white Ti Traveler in the training base was very familiar. He poked his head in, saw Qing Chen playing with his phone, and said with a smile, “You're not asleep either? Why don't you co to the living room and chat? We just ca back from the Inner World and have a lot of new things to share. And we also brought Gene dicine. Do you want to see it?”
Qing Chen calmly replied, “No, thank you. Please close the door for .”
The white Ti Traveler shrugged: “Okay, as you wish.”
The living room outside gradually beca noisy.
More than 30 students, holding warm coffee, gathered together to listen to the Ti Traveler tell stories and buy Gene dicine.
Qing Chen listened to them ntioning the numbers of gene sequences, QQsD001, QQSEo01. These were common dicines for ordinary people to beco F-Class Gene Soldiers, but the problem was that these Ti Travelers didn't tell the students that these two Gene dicines currently also had the most recognized side effects in Roosevelt Kingdom.
After injection of the forr, insect-like barbs would grow on the legs; after injection of the latter, insect-like compound eyes might appear.
East Continent Federation pursued minimizing the side effects of Gene dicine, so the output was not very good. West Continent played more wildly, without any taboos.
And in this training base, the students who dared to challenge wingsuit flying were those who sought excitent in life. They were very willing to try the different lives brought about by Gene dicine.
At this ti, soone in the living room suddenly asked, “What happened in the Inner World recently?”
“Recently, Roosevelt Kingdom declared war on Giant Dynasty. A few of us followed a Blackwater City army and are preparing to go to the front line,” the Ti Traveler replied.
“Oh, won't it be dangerous to go to war?” a student asked.
“No,” the Ti Traveler laughed, “Our army is very special. We are responsible for investigating incidents, not fighting wars. And even the royal family is here, so how could it be dangerous.”
“By the way, how is the White Light you ntioned earlier?”
“White Light is outdated. Now the most famous person in the Inner World is Marquis Barton. This Marquis is really amazing.”
Qing Chen turned off his phone, closed his eyes, adjusted the breathing rhythm of Myriad Gods Thunder Technique, and fell asleep.
The next morning, Qing Chen got up on ti and went to the dining room.
Alice, the head of the training base, was frying eggs. She smiled at Qing Chen: “I heard you didn't join their night chat last night. Are you not interested in what the Ti Travelers said?”
Qing Chen thought for a mont and said, “I ca here to train, not to make friends.”
Alice was stunned, then laughed, “There aren't many Asians as efficient as you.”
Qing Chen fried his own eggs, toasted bread, and mixed a vegetable salad.
Alice suddenly discovered that this student even used bread slices to wipe the salad dressing off the plate and ate it.
After eating, the plate was as clean as if it had never been used.
His ticulous way of eating was amazing.
“Tager, do you always eat like this?” Alice curiously asked.
“No,” Qing Chen thought for a mont, “It beca like this after experiencing so unforgettable things.”
“What happened?” Alice was puzzled, “Did you get trapped in the mountains during a hiking trip and started to cherish food after experiencing food shortages?”
Qing Chen smiled and explained, “Soone once gave their food, giving up their hope of living. I just want to remind myself to cherish the ti I'm alive, because this was their last hope before they died.”
Alice asked, “Since you cherish your life, why did you co to learn wingsuit flying? The mortality rate of wingsuit flying is very high, even if you are a seasoned veteran. Since you cherish life, you shouldn't be here.”
Qing Chen shook his head, “Cherishing life doesn't an living a diocre life. If you can't live a rich and intense life, it's no different from being dead. I'm done eating, you eat slowly.”
Alice watched Qing Chen leave in silence. She felt that this student was special.
Training began.
But it was different from the imagined wingsuit training where one freely shuttled through the air in a flying squirrel suit. Qing Chen was going to learn the most basic knowledge of parachuting: the parachuting process, equipnt theory, how to accelerate, how to turn, how to do a forward sorsault, a backward sorsault, and a side sorsault.
Wingsuit flying is actually a branch of parachute training.
Because after wingsuit flying, one needs to use a parachute to land; otherwise, one can only land face first.
One needs a C-Class parachute certificate issued by the USPA organization to start real wingsuit flying training. The certificates are divided into four levels: A, B, C, and D.
A-Class requires more than 25 jumps, at which point one can parachute independently without an instructor.
B-Class requires more than 50 jumps, at which point one can jump from a hot air balloon.
C-Class requires more than 200 jumps, at which point one can participate in group performances and be a third-party photographer.
D-Class requires more than 500 jumps, at which point one can apply for an instructor position.
Of course, instructors are also divided into masters and ordinary instructors. For example, Solare in the base has made over 13,000 jumps, while the other two less qualified instructors, including Alice, have made over 3,000 jumps.
There are two students in this training base who have made over 1,000 parachute jumps, and even several who have made over 200 jumps. They can skip the parachute training directly.
The remaining students all have parachute licenses.
Qing Chen was the only one who had never done a parachute jump and ca directly to learn wingsuit flying.
Qing Chen had nothing, but Qing Chen had money.
So, while other students were learning wingsuit flying theory under the guidance of the other two instructors, Solare, the master, taught Qing Chen, the novice, parachuting from scratch.
Other students were puzzled why Solare would waste ti on a novice, and Alice patiently explained to them that Qing Chen had bought all of Solare's lessons, about $2 million.
Solare was originally worried that Qing Chen, a rich man, would be impatient for success, but he found that Qing Chen was not impatient at all, and only moved on to the next step after mastering each step.
Moreover, this was probably the most serious student he had ever t. He could recite theoretical knowledge backwards, fold parachutes ticulously, and perform every action as standard as a textbook.
He didn't communicate with other students and only focused on his studies.
During the seven days of study, Qing Chen's communication with other students was still limited to greetings.
All the students knew that a solitary and rich Asian had co to this training base.
Alice privately found Solare: “What do you think of this student?”
Solare held his coffee and thought, “I've t such people in other fields before. They clearly know what they need and how to achieve their goals. Such people are the most successful in their respective fields, but I don't know what kind of experience created their personalities. Maybe they will experience temporary difficulties, but success is a certainty for them.”
On the seventh night, Qing Chen silently lay in his bed, adjusting his breathing and waiting for the countdown.
For him, the study and life in the Outer World was a slow-paced adjustnt, allowing his nerves to not be constantly tense.
But life couldn't always be so slow.
Qing Chen raised his arm to look at the countdown, returning to the mist.
The world fell into darkness and then lit up again.
The giants in front were still chattering, and more giants were running towards them, joining the team watching “friends in the great prophecy”.
They repeatedly asked Qing Chen to sign their arms with a bone knife.
Qing Chen squatted on the ground, writing and drawing with a branch, instructing Kacha, until he was sure Kacha understood his plan, he finally felt relieved.
Kacha left with his people, and on the way, they t friends from the Lei Tribe, and imdiately danced with joy, showing off their eting with Qing Chen.
Heiheihei asked Kacha with so confusion, “Heiheihei?”
Didn't the great friend say that we should keep it a secret from the other tribesn? Kacha replied, “Kacha!”
Only if they knew the secret, could they keep it a secret.
Heiheihei was stunned. This logic seed very rigorous. No wonder Kacha could beco the leader of the vanguard, but he couldn't.
The Blackwater City army arrived faster than expected.
In the early morning of the next day, the sound of tracked vehicles ca from behind the Third Division, and Qing Chen got up from the bonfire and looked over, only to see hundreds of tracked vehicles rushing towards them like fortresses.
The flag on one of the tracked vehicles was fluttering, with the Fate Weaver's scepter symbol, representing the arrival of the royal family.
After the royal ssenger got off the vehicle, he awarded the rits of the Third Division's defense against the giant attack, and Qing Chen finally beca a citizen.
After exchanging pleasantries with Barton, the ssenger returned to the vehicle and never appeared again.
A little strange.
Qing Chen noticed that after this army arrived at the Third Division base, the people on 17 tracked vehicles didn't get off at all.
Those people remained hidden, as if waiting for sothing.
At this mont, a crack appeared in the distant ground, rapidly approaching the Third Division base like lightning.
The Third Division hundreds of soldiers fell into the abyss without warning!The abyssal fissure, exactly the sa as the one at Outpost No. 9, appeared again. At the sa ti, the doors of those tracked vehicles finally opened, and Qing Chen saw an old man in a black robe calmly getting off the vehicle.
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