rpbooks Chapter 448 Snow Mountain Trial... Begins!
Chapter 448 Snow Mountain Trial... Begins!
The administrator withdrew his hand and covered it with his other, large palm.
Those thick eyebrows and large eyes were slightly red, their eyelashes fluttering, their lips pouting, and the corners of their mouths turned down—
This appearance, when placed on the face of a petite and delicate girl, does indeed evoke a sense of pity and tenderness.
But on this burly man with broad shoulders, a beard as sharp as steel needles...
The live stream chat exploded.
"I'm going blind! I'm going blind! I'm going blind!"
"This scene is too beautiful for me to look at.gif"
"Dude, you've turned the filter up a bit too high."
"Administrator: I just made the mistake that every fangirl in the world makes."
"Help! He's still watching Brother Feng! He's still watching!"
Lin Feng didn't dare linger and immediately turned and left.
As he passed the entrance, he caught a glimpse of the building manager winking at him and silently moving his lips.
The shape of his lips seemed to be—
"Come visit again next time!"
Wasim followed behind him, muttering in a low voice, "I feel a little nauseous."
Evelyn replied expressionlessly, "Bear with it."
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On the way to the back gate of the temple.
Seeing that everyone in Group B was penniless, whispers immediately broke out in Group A.
Many people frequently glanced at Lin Feng, their eyes filled with probing and expectation, their minds gradually becoming active.
The journey to the snow-capped mountains is long and steep. If Lin Feng's spatial abilities can be used to retract the stretcher, most of the physical strength can be saved, and the chances of survival will be much higher.
In Group A, a middle-aged man with a stern face rolled his eyes, immediately turned around, and patted the shoulder of the hunched old man in the group:
"Old Charlie, you're the oldest (and the most useless one) in our group. Go talk to Lin Feng and beg him. While you're at it, could you also help us pack up our Group A stretchers?"
Old Charlie looked up at Lin Feng, then looked down at his own thin and frail body, bit his dry lips, broke away from the Group A team, and walked somewhat awkwardly to Lin Feng.
The old man, his back hunched and his hands clasped together, looked at Lin Feng and said, "Mr. Lin... I apologize for disturbing you."
"Could you please do us a favor and temporarily store our stretcher in your space?"
"Once we reach the snow-capped mountains and find the body, we'll retrieve it immediately and use it without delaying the mission."
"As you can see, our Group A is mostly made up of the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled. This stretcher is incredibly heavy. If we carry it up the mountain, we'll probably collapse halfway there before we even start carrying the body."
"If we can conserve a little energy, we'll have a better chance of surviving. Besides, this won't delay you in the slightest."
Upon hearing this, Lin Feng's gaze darkened slightly as he pondered the matter.
Having the special ability to carry your own personal space is indeed convenient.
However, once exposed, it is easy for others to covet, depend on, and take advantage of it. Today it is storing stretchers, tomorrow someone will ask to help carry heavy objects, and a constant stream of troubles will follow.
However, if one coldly refuses in front of everyone, it is easy to be seen as cold and selfish, and it will also alienate other chosen ones.
Just as he was weighing his options, a clear, cold, and indifferent female voice suddenly rang out:
"Can't!"
The old man froze, then abruptly turned his head to look at the source of the sound.
Xia Ning stood with her hands behind her back, her white robe fluttering in the wind, watching the scene before her with an expressionless face.
The old man hurriedly explained, "But... Guide, the rules don't say that you can't ask for help from other groups or borrow other people's abilities..."
Xia Ning's gaze fell on his pale face, her tone steady, yet each word sharp:
"This is an unwritten rule for temple missions. The purpose of grouping is to ensure that each group works independently and completes its respective test."
"The difficulties faced by each group should be resolved and shared by the group itself. It is absolutely forbidden to seek help from other groups or seek external assistance."
Her gaze swept over the expectant Group A members not far away.
"If everyone can ask for help from other groups and leverage each other's resources, then what's the point of dividing the group into two groups?"
"It would be better to just combine all twenty-eight people into one team and mix them up."
After these words, the last trace of color drained from the old man's face. He wanted to say something more to plead for mercy, but under Xia Ning's icy gaze, he dared not utter a single word.
He slumped his head, utterly dejected and powerless.
A moment later, the old man slowly turned around and walked back to the Group A team.
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After exiting the back gate of the temple, the group walked along the desolate mountain path for a while, and then a steep stone staircase carved into the mountainside came into view.
The stone steps were narrow and steep, with no railings on either side, but covered with a thin layer of frost, making them hard and slippery to walk on.
Xia Ning walked at the front, her white dress fluttering in the wind, her steps unhurried and steady.
Two black-clad butlers followed behind her, one on each side, their steps equally steady.
The Chosen Ones didn't have it so easy.
The line stretched for a long time, nearly a hundred meters in length.
No one spoke—not because they didn't want to, but because they couldn't express themselves.
The altitude rose sharply in just over ten minutes, and the air became increasingly thin.
Lin Feng walked in the middle of the group, slightly ahead, and his breathing was relatively steady.
Behind him was Vassim, whose heavy breathing condensed into puffs of white mist in the cold air, but his steps were steady and each one firm.
Evelyn followed closely behind them, her long golden hair billowing in the mountain breeze, revealing her fair forehead and serene blue eyes.
But others weren't so relaxed.
Less than twenty minutes into the climb up the stone steps, people started falling behind.
The first to give up were those few Chosen Ones who were already physically weak.
A thin young man was the first to stop, his hands on his knees, panting heavily, his lips turning an unnatural bluish-purple.
A short-haired girl next to him quickly supported him, her own legs trembling, her voice weak: "Are you...are you alright?"
The young man shook his head, unable to speak, only desperately inhaling, like a fish thrown ashore.
The situation gets worse as you go further up.
Snow has begun to accumulate.
With each step, you have to pull your legs out of the snow before stepping forward, and this process repeats itself, causing your physical strength to increase exponentially.
The two adult men carrying the stretcher were also at their last gasp.
Their chests heaved violently as they gasped for breath, cold sweat beading on their foreheads and dripping down their chins.
"...Change the player! It's time to change the player!"
Someone in Group A shouted.
The two felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and carefully lowered the solid wood stretcher, letting out a long sigh of relief.
The group then rotated, with the one-armed man in front and a thin, short-haired girl behind him.
One of them was disabled and inconvenient, while the other was thin and frail, walking unsteadily and with difficulty.
After barely managing to hold on for about five minutes, the one-armed man in front of him stepped onto an ice rock covered by thick snow, and his foot suddenly slipped.
His body suddenly tilted outwards, and his only remaining arm was not enough to stabilize his center of gravity. In his panic, he had nowhere to grab onto.
With a piercing scream, he tumbled rapidly down the slippery ice slope, plunging straight into the deep, dark icy abyss below, disappearing without a trace in an instant...