Chapter 134: Goodbye, Ye Yuan!

Ye Yuan and Feng Zhirou avoided the night-patrolling Tongbi Stone Apes and took a detour to the cliff.

The cliff was almost perpendicular to the ground, and the top was a full hundred zhang above where Ye Yuan and the others stood!

"Ye Yuan, this cliff is so high. Can you make it?" Feng Ruoqing asked Ye Yuan with some concern.

Climbing high was completely different from using movement techniques on flat ground. When climbing, one had to overcome the earth's binding force, which placed a heavy burden on the martial artist.

After all, even a Condensation Crystal realm martial artist could not soar through the sky.

Spirit Liquid realm martial artists were fine, but for Qi Origin realm martial artists, climbing a hundred-zhang cliff was nearly impossible.

First, the Yuan power of a Qi Origin realm martial artist could not sustain such a long distance; second, first-grade movement techniques were insufficient to support climbing a hundred zhang.

"What do you mean 'Can you make it'? Drop the 'can you'—of course I can!" Ye Yuan said nonchalantly.

"But... the top is a full hundred zhang above us!"

"It's only a hundred zhang, right? Senior Sister, you go first, and I'll follow! Since we've come this far, I can't hold you back!" Ye Yuan said with a smile.

Ye Yuan's words sounded like he was trying to appear tough beyond his ability. If he ran out of Yuan power halfway and fell, it would be no joke.

The cliff was a thousand zhang above the ground; a single misstep would surely mean death.

"Are you sure it's no problem?" Feng Zhirou asked suspiciously.

"Of course it's no problem! When have I ever let Senior Sister down?" Ye Yuan smiled.

Feng Zhirou thought about it; Ye Yuan really seemed like a freak who had never failed at anything. Maybe he could actually do it?

"Alright, I'll go first then!"

Feng Zhirou nodded, lightly tapped her toes, and leaped onto the cliff.

Feng Zhirou was as light as a swallow; the seemingly insurmountable cliff was like flat ground to her.

Her movement technique was the second-grade high-level technique "Spirit Swallow Dance," known for its lightness and speed, making it perfect for climbing this cliff.

With her toes or the scabbard of her sword, she lightly touched the cliff face from time to time, ascending rapidly, covering over twenty zhang in the blink of an eye.

However, as Feng Zhirou climbed higher, her heart grew heavier, because she could not sense Ye Yuan's presence!

Feng Zhirou could not hear any sound from below her!

Had Ye Yuan not started yet, or... had he fallen?

Feng Zhirou wanted to look down to see if Ye Yuan was there, but climbing the cliff was no easy task for her; how could she spare the effort to look down?

If Ye Yuan hadn't started, was he deliberately teasing her?

Impossible! Ye Yuan wouldn't be so bored!

Could he have... really fallen? But if he fell, there should be some sound, right?

Had Ye Yuan not made a single sound so as not to affect her?

The more she let her imagination run wild, the more anxious Feng Zhirou became, and her movements grew somewhat erratic.

"Swoosh!"

In her panic, Feng Zhirou's foot slipped, and she failed to gain purchase!

In an instant, Feng Zhirou's body plummeted sharply!

"Senior Sister, be careful!"

Just then, Feng Zhirou received a voice transmission from Ye Yuan!

It turned out that Ye Yuan had been closely following her all along!

But now, Feng Zhirou had no place to gain purchase, unless she stabbed her sword into the cliff face.

However, that would cause a harsh scraping sound between the sword and the cliff, alerting all the Tongbi Stone Apes on the mountain.

Even if they could reach the top, they would not escape death.

So in an instant, Feng Zhirou gave up on saving herself and let herself fall off the cliff!

She decided to take one last look at Ye Yuan before she died. After she was gone, there would be no one to bicker with him, right?

But she didn't see Ye Yuan, because just as she had fallen about two zhang, she felt her foot gently supported by a palm!

That support brought her body back on track!

"Senior Sister, go up first; I'll follow right away!" Almost at the same time, Ye Yuan transmitted to her.

Feng Zhirou knew that Ye Yuan had saved her, but... after such an impact, could Ye Yuan survive? She could even hear the sound of Ye Yuan falling rapidly.

For some reason, Feng Zhirou felt an urge to cry.

But she knew she couldn't waste the chance Ye Yuan had risked his life to give her. So she tapped her toes, executed the Spirit Swallow Dance, and quickly climbed toward the top.

Feng Zhirou forcibly drove all thoughts from her mind and focused solely on climbing to the top!

For Feng Zhirou, free of distractions, climbing this hundred-zhang cliff was not difficult.

Before long, Feng Zhirou saw the top. She gave a final tap on the cliff face and flew onto the cliff like a spirit swallow.

But at that moment, Feng Zhirou felt no joy at conquering the cliff. She slumped to the ground, her heart wrenched with pain.

"Feng Zhirou, it's all your fault! You killed Ye Yuan! Wuwu..."

Feng Zhirou sobbed softly, but dared not make a sound. She covered her mouth with her hand, her whole body trembling.

Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, then drifted off the cliff with the wind.

"Feng Zhirou, you should be the one to die! Why are you still alive, while Ye Yuan is dead!"

"Feng Zhirou, why couldn't you have been nicer to Ye Yuan? He helped you so much, yet you couldn't bring yourself to say thank you?"

"Ye Yuan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Feng Zhirou blamed herself endlessly in her heart, but she knew Ye Yuan would never hear it.

Although Ye Yuan had transmitted that he would follow, Feng Zhirou knew he had only said that to comfort her.

Under the force of her fall, Ye Yuan could not possibly have survived.

Even with her Spirit Liquid fourth-layer cultivation and a second-grade high-level movement technique, she could not have survived such a fall, let alone Ye Yuan, who was only at Qi Origin ninth layer.

Feng Zhirou knew that Ye Yuan had cultivated Flash to a very high level, but it was still a first-grade movement technique; how could it possibly absorb such a huge impact?

"Ye Yuan, I'm sorry! I won't die. I will fulfill your last wish. I will find the Red Soul Grass and other herbs! I will return to the Qin Kingdom and ask Lord Wu Daofeng to refine the Yuanyang Pill for Lü'er! If Lord Wu Daofeng can't refine it, I'll go elsewhere to find a more skilled alchemist. No matter what, I will find a way to keep Lü'er alive!" Feng Zhirou silently vowed.

Having said that, Feng Zhirou pulled herself together, stood up, and prepared to search for the Red Soul Grass.

Feng Zhirou looked at the pitch-black cliff, and tears streamed down again uncontrollably.

"Ye Yuan, goodbye!"

Having said that, Feng Zhirou turned to leave.

But just then, Feng Zhirou suddenly heard a rustling sound from below the cliff, as if something was moving!