Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1089 - 1088: Uncle Jiu, I’m Powerless

Her tears had flowed into the depths of his heart.

Inexpressible pain.

But he didn’t utter a word, just carried her, walking a long ti in the woods against the wind.

Letting the wind dry her tears, scatter her sorrow, and smooth her pinched features.

The cool breeze was a bit cold.

Chu Qianli wrapped herself tight in her outer robe, which still retained the warm body heat of Uncle Nine.

Perched on Uncle Nine’s shoulder, like a carefree child, she shouted joyously in the wind.

Finally, they stood at the cliff’s edge, her voice hoarse from yelling.

The wind, accompanying her shouts, gusted in waves before finally fading into silence.

After an unknown span of ti, Chu Qianli rubbed her slightly sore eyes to discover, to her surprise, that her tears had long since dried.

"Uncle Nine," she looked down, dangling her feet: "I’m not sad anymore."

"Truly not sad?" What he wanted was not forced cheer.

"At least, I feel that I can pull myself together now."

"Really?"

"Really." Chu Qianli nodded firmly.

"Good."

"Uncle Nine... Whoa! Uncle Nine, what are you doing?"

Chu Qianli suddenly felt her body drop, as she and he leaped off the edge of the cliff together.

The speed was so fast, and her heartbeat so rapid, that it nearly made her scream in fright.

This height—it was terrifying!

But quickly, she felt her body drop once more and land.

Now, the feeling was not fright but awe.

"Uncle Nine, your Qinggong is... so miraculous."

"You can do it too." Feng Dingchu set her down, and they looked up together at the cliff in front.

It was not the height of ten thousand zhang, but it still stood upright and daunting.

They had actually leaped straight down from the top.

Without ample confidence in one’s own Qinggong, who would dare? It was an instant death sentence!

Thinking of it now, the height was indeed frightening.

"How could I...?" Chu Qianli gazed up at the bright moon above her head.

The cliff and the moon seed to rge into one, evidencing the extre height.

"You have a powerful force of True Qi within you," Feng Dingchu suddenly said.

Chu Qianli exhaled in resignation: "But I simply can’t control it. If I’m not careful, it backlash on , sending into a frenzy, or even killing ."

So she dared not provoke that True Qi easily—for it could be lethal.

"That’s because your own martial prowess is insufficient. If it were stronger, you could completely harness that True Qi, augnting your strength and becoming a top-level master."

Chu Qianli stared unblinkingly at him.

Top-level master—who wouldn’t want that?

But that True Qi was overpowering. She couldn’t control even a tenth of its strength, let alone harness it completely.

How could it be easy?

"There is nothing hard in this world."

Feng Dingchu pushed her to the edge of the cliff: "I’ll teach you a set of Internal Cultivation thods. Try climbing up."

"Climb up?" Pushed by him, Chu Qianli stumbled, almost falling.

"Uncle Nine, I haven’t the strength."

"If you had strength, it wouldn’t be called climbing," Feng Dingchu suddenly smiled with a curve of his lip, "It’s called climbing precisely because you’re without strength. Now that you’re no longer sad, let’s begin."

His long fingers pressed against Chu Qianli’s lower back, lifted her clothes, and unexpectedly, he flung her out.

"Girl, follow my chant!"

"Uncle Nine, I don’t have the strength!"

Chu Qianli was tossed onto the cliff, her feet had just touched down when she imdiately slipped.

Her hands lacked the strength to grasp the protruding rocks.

Before her cry of alarm had faded, she tumbled down the face of the cliff.