Naming Technique of the Night

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Qing Chen looked up at the over 600-meter sheer cliff in front of him.

His teacher had once said, "600 is a small number, like money that can be spent in the blink of an eye. But when you stand in front of that vertical green mountain cliff, you'll understand what over 600 meters means to climbers."

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He quietly looked up.

Here, his Memory Power was of little use.

Since he had never seen the full extent of this cliff, he couldn't use the Super Memory state to analyze the climbing route.

No wonder the teacher said, to climb this mountain requires courage without regret.

This is the farthest heavenly path among all the shortcuts in the world, just one glance can evoke boundless valor.

But danger also coexists.

Qing Chen had no safety rope. Knights facing a life-and-death situation couldn't wear safety ropes, so if he fell from the sky, the result would be death.

At that moment, Qing Chen looked down with a bitter smile at his right thigh where the rope was tied, and yet the blood still seeped out.

A feeling of hunger painfully burned inside him, as if there was a fire blazing.

The young man wondered if the teacher had gone too far. In his current condition, he would probably struggle to climb 20 meters, yet he was expected to climb 600 meters?!

But Qing Chen would never turn back.

Once, when Qing Chen was training in Prison No. 18 and was too tired to continue, Mother Ye told him: imagine you're pushing the Earth.

Once, Qing Chen asked Uncle Li Dong what this life-and-death test was called, and Uncle Li Dong answered, "Gravity."

Because, as a tiny human, he needed to approach the heavens as if escaping the Earth's gravity.

Climb, there is no way back.

Limping, Qing Chen approached the rock wall. However, at that moment, he suddenly saw a line of small characters carved at the foot of the sheer cliff: only faith and the sun and moon are eternal.

Qing Chen suddenly looked up, and he suddenly saw in the palm lines of this "giant," white traces seeping into the rock wall.

These were the traces of magnesium powder left on the sheer cliff by Senior Knights' palms, like a ladder to heaven reaching straight to the sky.

He no longer needed to remember anything, he just needed to follow the "footprints" of his predecessors.

At one moment, he thought of the gentle breeze beside the big willow tree, and looking at the white marks in front of him, it was as if those brilliant beings from various eras were smiling and saying in his heart:

Discover stories at empire

Climb up, climb a mountain, watch the snow, chase a dream.

Walk the path we once walked, become a new Knight.

Qing Chen's nose tingled.

He didn't know when it started, but Qing Chen's life had only depended on himself.

If he had no money for food, he learned to endure hunger.

If he couldn't pay the school fees, he earned them himself.

At the Parents' Meeting, he was the only one sitting alone in the classroom.

Once, when he absolutely couldn't raise the money for school fees, he had to go to his grandmother's house and ask her.

His grandmother coldly asked him: why don't you go find your dad?

Later, Qing Chen felt this was not so bad, as there were certainly others who were going through much harder times.

So he started to learn to be strong.

However, after coming to the Inner World and having Uncle Li Dong as his teacher, and then reaching the Taboo Land, it seemed like the whole world was helping him.

This feeling was too wonderful, so wonderful that it felt unreal.

It turns out he didn't always have to be so strong.

No wonder Uncle Li Dong said that the first stage of unlocking the Genetic Lock definitely required coming here.

It wasn't that there was only this perilous cliff in the world, but that this place had the paths walked by the Knights.

Qing Chen smiled.

"Breathe."

The Fire Rune suddenly bloomed on the sides of his cheeks, like the clouds at sunrise piercing the horizon.

The young man took out the bag of magnesium powder that Uncle Li Dong had given him from his pocket and tied it around his waist.

He stretched out his hand to grip a rock crevice and began to climb toward the palm of the "giant."

But at this moment, he suddenly sensed something was amiss.

The moment he initiated the Breathing Technique, a warm current suddenly swept through his body, like a raging warm river flowing through his blood vessels, permeating his muscles and bones.

The wound on the outer side of his thigh no longer hurt, and the bleeding had stopped.

The sensation of hunger was gone, and instead his energy was incredibly abundant.

Qing Chen realized the true function of the white fruit. It needed to be used in conjunction with the Breathing Technique to be effective.

Those old folks were really helping him.

"Thank you," Qing Chen continued to climb upwards.

10 meters.

20 meters.

40 meters.

Qing Chen saw that someone had carved a line of small characters into the sheer cliff: Guo Qi was here.

This spot was most suitable for three-point positioning. This predecessor named Guo Qi even found time to carve the words with a dagger during a break.

He smiled knowingly, as if bidding farewell to the predecessor, and continued upwards.

62 meters, Zhou Peng was here.

83 meters, Zhao Yongyi was here.

Qing Chen had never climbed such a high cliff before, yet he didn't feel alone.

The youth saw the predecessors' markings time and again, bidding farewell each time, seemingly tireless.

The energy bursting forth from the white fruit was like a mini-reactor, providing him with a constant flow of energy, even alleviating the fatigue between his muscles.

However, at that moment, Cao Wei, following the scent of blood, arrived below the cliff. He looked up in astonishment because only then did he realize why the youth had fled westward.

His destination was here.

The sheer Green Mountain!

Not many knew of Green Mountain, but Cao Wei, who had done his homework, was aware.

He knew this was where the dream of becoming a Knight began.

But he had never imagined that he would witness it with his own eyes.

Complex emotions arose in Cao Wei's heart. Once, he too had wanted to become a Knight.

People from the Outer World all knew that Uncle Li Dong possessed the best heritage of this era. How could the natives of the Inner World not know?

And for many people from the Inner World, it wasn't just heritage, but also a longing and aspiration.

Cao Wei fell silent for a long while before finally raising his hand crossbow and pulling the trigger toward the cliffside.

He was now part of the adult world and could no longer afford such dreams.

With a ding, a crossbow arrow traveled over a hundred meters and landed beside Qing Chen's left hand.

Qing Chen was startled; he had not expected the crossbow arrow to reach so far.

Calmly, Cao Wei loaded another crossbow arrow into his hand crossbow. These days, few people used crossbow arrows, which were more like artifacts than weapons.

He had also gone to great lengths to acquire it because in the Taboo Land No. 002, only gunpowder weapons were officially classified as firearms.

The second crossbow arrow landed at Qing Chen's feet, missing its mark.

The third crossbow arrow landed beside Qing Chen's left hand, missing its mark.

The disadvantage of the hand crossbow was here, as it typically had an effective range of only 60 meters. Beyond that, hitting the target depended entirely upon luck.

Wind speed, trajectory; there were too many factors affecting the crossbow arrows.

A person who could hit a target 100 meters away with a hand crossbow could be called a god.

Moreover, shooting at an angle upward, the crossbow arrow would not cause much damage even if it did hit the youth.

But Cao Wei didn't care.

He knew the peril of climbing a sheer cliff; all he needed to do was distract his opponent.

Once the youth was distracted, he would naturally fall from the cliff.

Indeed, the youth on the cliff had halted his climb. Cao Wei could feel the terror taking hold inside him.

Positioned on a dangerous cliff, where a single misstep could spell doom, anyone would be unsettled by the realization that someone was targeting them with a crossbow arrow.

But just when Cao Wei shot the fifth crossbow arrow, he suddenly saw the youth's figure stabilize.

The next moment, the youth secured himself to the cliff using three-point positioning, then pulled out a dagger from his waist and carved three characters into the perilous rock face.

Qing Chen was here.

It was only after he had finished carving that the youth resumed his climb.

He never looked back at Cao Wei again.

Cao Wei stood dumbstruck, feeling the silent yet condescending taunt from above.

Was this the kind of person chosen by the Knights?

Could only such persons become Knights?

Suddenly, Cao Wei coughed out a mouthful of blood.

Fortunately, it didn't trigger any rules.

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