Chapter Fifteen: The Journey

  In the valley of Feisheng Peak, trees are lush and there are many kinds of plants. There are four or five species of rattan.

  After determining the plan for flying up the peak, the vines in the valley were doomed. In just two or three days, they were almost swept away.

  Afterwards, Zhao Ji, Ding Dian and Tian Hong spent nearly ten days using the vines to create two ropes, one over 100 zhang long and the other over 1,000 zhang.

  At this time of heavy workload, Zhao Ji did not give up the practice of internal skills, and Yi Jin Jing made further progress on the basis of entry.

  The effect of Yi Jin Jing is really not small, especially when practiced together with Shen Zhuang Jing, it makes Zhao's internal energy progress faster than before.

  Another day, in the early morning hours, the air is fresh and clean. Taking a deep breath makes one feel refreshed and invigorated. The dew drops on the grass leaves are gently rolling, shining brightly like gold under the warm rays of the sun.

  After finishing a sumptuous breakfast, Zhao Ji patted his belly contentedly and said to Ding Dian and Zhao Ji: "Alright, we've prepared almost everything for the past few days. With those two vines tied into a long rope, we can try again."

  "Okay, try again."

  Ding Dian nodded in agreement.

  Tian Hong didn't have an opinion either.

  The three of them came together once again to the halfway point on the mountain, exposed to the strong gusts of wind on that platform about ten feet in diameter, preparing to descend the mountain once more.

  The rattan rope that was tied up to a hundred feet long, one end was tied to a big tree, and the other end was thrown down the mountain. Ding Dian climbed along the rattan rope and landed smoothly at the landing point below.

  After seeing Ding Dian arrive safely, Zhao Ji took action. This time, the safety could not be guaranteed by the keychain, because there were knots formed by the tangled vines everywhere.

  Without any safety protection, Zhao Ji's heart was a bit uneasy, but fortunately, the two months of internal energy cultivation were not in vain, greatly increasing his strength and agility, ultimately landing safely on both feet.

  "Next, with this fiber rope of mine, we can descend to the second foothold below, where there is also a row of trees protruding from the outside of the mountain wall, although only three or four trees."

  While tying the rope on the tree trunk, Zhao Ji explained.

  "This time, I'll go first."

  After clipping the key ring to a length of twine, Zhao Ji carried a backpack and a rope made of wicker vines, quickly sliding down, soon disappearing from the sight of Ding Dian and Tian Hong.

  In the high sky of a thousand feet, sliding down along a long rope, feeling the wind whistling in his ears, his not-too-long-not-too-short hair flying in the wind. At this moment, Zhao Ji's only feeling was one word: cool.

  This high-altitude sliding and falling motion is more exciting than bungee jumping, skydiving, and roller coasters, making Zhao Ji unable to help but want to scream loudly.

  This time, Zhao Ji's estimate was indeed without deviation. When the 333-meter-long rope reached its end, his feet were standing on the trunk of a tree.

  "I'm fine, you can come down now."

  He mobilized the inner energy that was not very strong in his meridians, Zhao Ji made a gesture of looking up at the sky, facing upwards and shouting loudly, a sound wave spread out and went away.

  Three hundred and thirty-three zhang, a distance of one thousand meters. Even if someone has the loudest voice, it's impossible for their words to travel that far.

  However, for a martial artist with internal energy, it's different. Zhao Ji had experimented before and found that under the effect of his internal energy, his voice could barely travel one kilometer, although the volume was already very muffled.

  Lying on the trunk of a tree, Zhao Ji rested for a moment, and soon saw a figure climbing down from above and quickly approaching. Then, Tian Hong also arrived safely.

  "Next, it will be decided whether we can go down to the foot of the peak."

  Take down the wisteria vine rope behind your back, Zhao Ji's expression was serious and he said in a low voice.

  Just as they were about to tie up the rope, Ding Dian hurriedly said: "This time, let me come first, my inner strength is a bit stronger."

  "Be careful, Brother Ding."

  Hesitated for a moment, Zhao extremely nodded heavily and said solemnly.

  "Take care of yourself, Master Ting."

  Tian Hong's face was full of compassion and sympathy.

  On the long rope made of wisteria vines, Ding Dian climbed with a speed and stability that far surpassed Zhao Ji's. He was indeed a strong practitioner who had achieved minor success in the Divine Illumination Scripture. Under the gaze of Zhao Ji and Tian Hong, his body quickly shrunk to the size of an ant.

  "I don't know how Brother Ding is doing, whether he has found another place to settle down."

  After waiting for a while without getting any news, Zhao couldn't help but feel worried and muttered to himself.

  "Don't worry, Ding Shi's skills are profound and his hands are quick, we're in mid-air where birds can't fly, but there's a rope that will allow him to descend safely, as long as the rope is long enough, he can even make it down to the foot of the mountain."

  The sky rainbow opens the way.

  Tianhong's voice fell, and from an unknown place below, a faint sound wave came floating in, like clouds and mist.

  "I... have found... a place to settle down... you all can come down now."

  The sound was faint and intermittent, but when it reached his ears, some of the words were unclear. Fortunately, he managed to piece together a sentence and understood the meaning.

  "Zhao Ji, I'm down, you're the last one."

  Before Zhao Ji, Tian Hong spoke up.

  "Tianhong Master, be careful."

  Zhao Ji reminded him.

  Tian Hong's skills and agility, although slightly inferior to Ding Tian, are still considered top-notch, at least far surpassing Zhao Yi.

  Although Tian Hong is already in his fifties, he still moves with agility, even surpassing some young and strong men. Leaning against the rattan rope, his downward sliding motion can be described as neat and efficient.

  Waiting for Tian Hong's time, it was about the same as Ding Dian. After a while, the news came back, and Zhao Ji began to take action.

  Both hands grasped the rattan rope tightly, not daring to relax a bit, both feet stepped on the mountain wall, slowly climbing down.

  The wisteria vines were quite rough, and under such circumstances, the longer they persisted, their hands would definitely be scorched. Fortunately, Zhao Ji had a pair of rubber gloves, which was a special edition.

  With a good set of equipment and no weak arms, Zhao Ji's movements as he climbed down the rattan rope were quite neat and tidy. In just half an hour, he had joined up with Ding Dian and Tian Hong.

  "Zhao Ji, you're really slow! If I hadn't seen a small black dot moving slowly downwards from above, I would have thought something unexpected had happened to you."

  With a strong pat on Zhao Ji's shoulder, Ding Dian smiled and said.

  Under Ding Dian's sudden movement, Zhao Ji's body swayed slightly, and he hastily grabbed the protruding rock beside him, his feet also tightly clinging to the lower stone wall. With a hint of anger after being startled, he said: "Ding big brother, why did you use so much force? This place on the mountain wall is not big enough, it's extremely cramped for us three people. Just now, if I hadn't reacted quickly enough, I would have fallen off already."