Chapter 41

Chapter 40. A Sect That Even Beggars Wouldn't Pick Up! (5)

Qingming lifted his head with a solemn expression. His jaw, clenched tightly, tilted a little higher.

A little more.

A little more.

And a little more.

"..."

Leaning his neck back to the point of breaking, Qingming finally managed to look at what he wanted to see.

A sheer cliff.

A terrifying cliff, so high that its peak was hidden in the clouds, filled his vision.

"Damn fool."

A hollow laugh escaped his lips.

The people living on Huashan Mountain call this cliff Danchang Cliff. Among the Five Great Mountains, Huashan is known for its treacherous terrain, and Danchang Cliff is the highest and most dangerous of all.

And right in the middle of this dangerous cliff was the place Qingming was now looking for.

The most secretive place among Huashan's many hidden spots. A place known only to a select few, and even among those, only a very few.

"Well, I'm the only one who knows."

Right in the middle of the cliff, there was a small cave that could only be found by climbing up.

Climbing Danchang Cliff is forbidden for Huashan disciples due to its danger. However, Qingming, being a troublemaker who always did what he was told not to, often practiced his lightness skills here.

It was during one of these practices that he discovered a small cave halfway up the cliff and began using it as his secret hideout.

"It was very helpful."

For example, drinking alcohol without being seen by the senior disciple, or tearing into meat without being seen by the senior disciple, or taking a nap without being seen by the senior disciple...

"Senior Disciple Zhang."

Why did you let me live?

Why didn't you kill me?

Now that the roles were reversed, Qingming understood why Senior Disciple Zhang always exploded in anger when he saw him. If Qingming were in that position, he would have killed him.

But even without switching roles, Qingming felt like killing his former self.

"No, what a damn fool..."

His neck felt like it was about to break.

A sane person wouldn't even think of using the middle of such a cliff as a residence. Only a lunatic like Qingming could do something like this.

And now, Qingming was suffering the consequences.

If he were the Qingming of the Plum Sword Venerable, he could easily climb this cliff with a couple of leaps. But as the third disciple of Huashan, climbing this cliff was impossible.

Why is it called Danchang Cliff!

There's nowhere to step, nowhere to grab. The cliff is so smooth that it makes one feel refreshed just by looking at it.

This cliff has always been like this.

It's not because Qingming smoothed it out to prevent others from finding the cave.

"Really, what a mess."

Feeling murderous intent towards his former self. Who in the world would have such an experience?

"Huff."

Qingming sighed deeply and then looked up at the cliff with a determined gaze.

"I'm going anyway!"

There's no turning back.

If someone asked why he was climbing the cliff, Qingming would answer:

"There's a spirit medicine there! Damn it!"

If Qingming's memory served him right, the Plum Pill and Snow Plum Pill were right in that cave!

Why? Because that's where Qingming used to drink and sleep. He kept the Plum Pill there to cure hangovers.

'I was really reckless.'

Even if he stumbled upon it, it was still a spirit pill, and he stuck it in the cave to use for hangovers. A sane person wouldn't do that.

But thanks to this, the current Qingming had a chance.

Qingming, with a resolute face, turned and walked into the forest on the opposite side.

"Huff."

Qingming took a deep breath.

"No matter how I think about it, this is a crazy thing to do."

Qingming was now standing at the top of Danchang Cliff. He had climbed back up the opposite ridge. In his hand was a long rope made from vines.

No matter how he thought about it, climbing from the bottom of Danchang Cliff to the cave was impossible. The smooth cliff was too steep, and the height was too great.

For the young Qingming, it was an extremely harsh cliff.

But what if he went down from the top? It would be much easier than climbing up from the bottom.

The only problem was...

"It's about ten times more dangerous."

Qingming, glancing down, involuntarily swallowed hard. He couldn't see the bottom. All he could see were the sheer cliffs and the clouds hanging in the middle.

He slowly backed away.

And he gripped his heart.

"Damn. I'm shaking."

What used to be a garden for strolling now felt like the entrance to hell. How many people could think of descending here with just a rope and a clear mind?

But in the world, there are things you do because you want to and things you do because you have to. This was clearly the latter.

"Once dead, twice... No, twice dead."

Qingming tied the rope he was holding to a nearby rock firmly. This rope was his lifeline. After checking the tied rope several times, he took a deep breath and stood at the edge of the cliff.

"Haa."

Saving Huashan Sect is so difficult. Why do I have to risk my life for this?

"Damn it!"

Qingming, cursing, boldly began to descend the cliff.

Climbing down the smooth cliff was not an easy task. It was hard to find even a small crevice for his fingers. Qingming relied on tiny crevices and used the Suction Technique to stick to the wall when there were none.

After struggling for a while, curses began to spill out of Qingming's mouth.

"Ah! Damn it! Damn it! If I had known, I would have learned the Wall Climbing Technique!"

A martial art he thought was a minor skill, but now, in this situation, he regretted not learning it.

That's when it happened.

Crack! Crack!

The rock he was stepping on crumbled and fell.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Qingming stared blankly at the falling rock. The rock, bouncing off the cliff, disappeared into the thick clouds.

And after a long time.

Thud!

"Wow."

It takes that long to fall from here to the bottom. If you fall, you won't even leave a corpse. Really.

Qingming shivered and swallowed hard.

The Plum Sword Venerable Qingming, who never feared even the Heavenly Demon, but that was when the opponent was the Heavenly Demon. Even if it's the same death, he didn't want to die from falling off a cliff.

Imagine dying and going to the afterlife from here.

How would his fellow disciples view him if he ended his second life by falling to his death? He would be demoted from a hero who killed the Heavenly Demon to the biggest fool in the world. That was absolutely unacceptable.

"Ugh."

Qingming began to move his hands nimbly.

At first, it was a bit awkward, but after a few repetitions, he moved as agilely as a lizard stuck to the wall.

'It should be down there.'

Qingming frowned as he descended. There was a large crack in the middle of the cliff.

'Going inside is impossible.'

He would have to jump...

"Huff."

Qingming took a deep breath and looked down with a determined gaze.

"I'm the Plum Sword Venerable!"

He couldn't be scared of something like this!

He boldly threw his body down. As he felt his body slightly rise, the cliff rushed towards him.

"Yah!"

At the right moment, he reached out and grabbed a protruding rock. Qingming, hanging from the cliff, shouted.

"Ugh, I'm shaking!"

But thanks to this, he covered quite a distance...

Crack.

"Huh?"

Qingming's head snapped up. He saw the protruding rock he was holding.

"No way?"

Crack!

"..."

No, it...

Can't you help me a little? You have no conscience.

Crack!

The rock broke instantly, and Qingming's body began to fall.

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