Wang Anhu’s face darkened further.
Previously, he refused to think in that direction.
After all, that outco was certain death.
But now, despite his reluctance to face it, he finally had to consider the cliff.
The group surveyed the cliff again and again.
They found nothing.
The edge of the cliff had been swept by fierce winds countless tis, leaving no trace.
More than 20 minutes later.
"Is Su Yue’s life paper still intact?"
Jiao Qingyuan asked with a frown.
They hadn’t found any traces at all.
"It’s still intact, everything is normal!"
Wang Anhu clutched Su Yue’s life paper tightly.
This piece of paper was already tied to the lifeblood of the entire Cangyuan Sixth Camp.
If the life paper were really to break, how could they face Prince Qing in the future?
"Not dead.
"As long as he’s not dead, there’s still hope, there’s still a chance for salvation."
Jiao Qingyuan muttered anxiously.
His expression was more worried than the six others.
Bai Xiaolong walked to the edge of the cliff, and instantly, an overwhelming sensation surged up, making his heart stop as he peered into the abyss.
If one truly fell to the bottom of the cliff, there would be no hope for survival.
Bai Xiaolong still firmly believed that Su Yue was hiding in the poison bee jungle.
"You all wait here for , I’ll go down and take a look.
"Even if there’s only a one-in-a-million chance, I have to check it out."
After a while, Jiao Qingyuan exhaled deeply, speaking gravely.
He seed to have made a significant decision.
By channeling Qi blood into his palms, he could form a suction cup, enabling him to climb down the cliff wall.
But only a Grandmaster could descend deeply enough.
A Fifth-Grade Martial Artist couldn’t last long; they might descend a few dozen ters before their Qi blood could no longer sustain them, even facing life-threatening dangers, and it would be aningless.
Whereas a Grandmaster has records of descending a thousand ters, though it still poses a life risk.
Jiao Qingyuan was truly uneasy.
He had to go down himself to see, and if Su Yue was indeed caught on so protruding object, he would personally give him another push.
As the life paper hadn’t broken.
This made Jiao Qingyuan feel threatened.
"General, you just suppressed the cold air, and your Qi blood isn’t flowing smoothly; descending the cliff recklessly could endanger your life."
Hearing this, Wang Anhu frowned deeply.
Under normal circumstances, it would make sense for Jiao Qingyuan to go down, but now he himself was injured, making it very dangerous.
The others also looked anxious.
"Don’t try to persuade .
"If Su Yue accidentally fell and luckily grabbed so vines, I might still manage to save him if I go down now.
"If we delay too long, he could freeze to death at any mont.
"The rescue must be swift, we don’t have much ti to waste."
Jiao Qingyuan took a deep breath, and two glowing spheres emanated from his palms.
These were Qi spirals ford from Qi blood, functioning like suction cups.
On the wet and slippery cliff face, these suction cups allowed him to cling to the cliff and descend like a gecko.
"General, please be careful."
Jia Weisu reminded again.
"Ah, why haven’t I had a breakthrough, it’s so useless."
Wang Anhu gritted his teeth in frustration.
If he could also break through to a Grandmaster, there would be no need for Jiao Qingyuan to risk himself.
But as a Fifth-Grade Martial Artist, it was impossible to control the Qi blood suction cups at will and descend even a little – going down would be pointless.
Jiao Qingyuan nodded calmly, eyes unwavering.
He continued to act like a penitent, and to others, it seed that this person bore a natural mission – that of sacrifice.
Swoosh!
Jiao Qingyuan took a step forward, his emaciated body wrapped in skin and bones plunging into the Thousand-foot Cliff.
The other onlookers’ eyes moistened.
For the greater good, the General was soone ready to shatter bones at any mont.
Fearless.
Great sacrifice.
The five soldiers of the Cangyuan Sixth Camp wished they could kneel in gratitude.
This was truly risking one’s own life to save another.
"General Jiao Qingyuan, truly..."
Bai Xiaolong choked up.
Compared to Jiao Qingyuan’s greatness, what were they worth?
Ashad.
An indescribable sha!
...
Jiao Qingyuan had descended approximately 200 ters; as inertia grew, his body beca increasingly heavy.
Sizzling!
Sizzling!
The Qi blood suction cup clung to the cliff face, and due to his body accelerating, it even sparked against the frigid wall.
The spot where Jiao Qingyuan chose to jump was where he had pushed Su Yue down – having purposely gathered the group there for ease of his own descent.
Every minute Su Yue remained alive, Jiao Qingyuan felt a minute of unrest.
Descending further!
Jiao Qingyuan dispersed a thick wave of Qi blood power.
The cliff face was barren, devoid of anything at all.
If he could sense heat, it must be Su Yue.
The fierce wind, like a knife, continuously tore at human skin.
At this mont, Jiao Qingyuan’s face no longer had the peace of a penitent; his gaze was dark, his face grotesque like a demon.
During his ti at the mine, he maintained his calm, though it was as if he wore a mask.
Only when no one else was around would Jiao Qingyuan reveal this eerie appearance.
This was the real Jiao Qingyuan.
"Where on earth is that little bastard hiding?"
Unnoticed, Jiao Qingyuan had already descended over a thousand ters.
By now, a layer of ice had already ford on him.
It couldn’t be helped.
The earlier suppression of the mine’s cold air had left Jiao Qingyuan injured, impacting his control over his Qi blood.
To be able to free himself and deliver a single palm strike to send Su Yue flying was already the extre of what he could do.
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