Chapter 413: Chapter 411 Elevation 6000 Meters


    Outside base camp, more and more people were emerging from the campsite, not to climb, but to see what this year’s only qualifier actually looked like.


    A white man spat at Bi Fang’s feet, but Bi Fang did not even spare him a nce.


    “Remember to sign your body donation for organs!” someone yelled at the top of their lungs, followed by a burst ofughter, “Oh, I forgot, probably nobody wants your frozen organs! Hahaha.”


    Laughter echoed through the camp, but Bi Fang seemed to hear nothing, see nothing, just moving forward.


    Snowshoes crunched on the snow, and crampons left sharp holes in the ground.


    “Come on!”


    A roar rose above all other noises, and people turned back to see—it was another Asian.


    Was it the man’spanion?


    The people wondered.


    Theughter did not stop, in fact, it grew even more unrestrained.<div>


    “Come on!”


    Another roar sounded.


    It came from an Asian, a fat man.


    “Come on!”


    It was from a young Sherpa man.


    “Come on!”


    This shout was not very loud, but it was full of force, from an old man.


    But these few voices were clearly not enough to drown out the much louder jeering, yet soon, a new wave of noise briefly overcame the cacophony.


    There were whites, Asians, and cks, all survivors of the avnche, people who were not seriously injured, but had stayed behind, now standing inside the camp, shouting towards a departing figure.


    Yet this group of fewer than twenty people was like a small ssh in a pond, seeming not to stir a big wave, but gradually, the ssh showed no signs of ceasing, growingrger andrger, carrying wave after wave of cheers.


    People watched in astonishment as the wall of less than twenty people grew longer and thicker.


    It was the Sherpa people!


    It was the roar of the mountain’s darling!


    Leading them was Puba, standing at the forefront, with a growing number of vigers behind him, more and gathered, his eyes sharp like a hawk, intimidating every heckler into silence.


    Some gave up mocking, others retreated to their tents, and some joined the cheering.


    “Come on! Come on! Come on!”


    Voice after voice joined together, converging into a sound wave that piled upon itself, forcing all the scoffers to slink back into their tents, yet the cheering went on undiminished until Bi Fang disappeared from sight, finally slowlying to a stop.


    “Humans cannot conquer mountains, they only climb them, like a child climbs onto its mother’s knees,” Puba murmured as he watched Bi Fang vanish, then patted Danzeng on the head, “Let’s go back, whether he seeds or not is now up to him.”


    Danzeng nodded vigorously.<div>


    Watching the snowstorm, Edinburgh tightened his cor; he harbored no doubt about Bi Fang’s sess, as a centenarian, he understood one thing clearly.


    Once a person has a goal, they be unstoppable.


    Above the snow-capped mountain, the campsite behind Bi Fang had already blurred into the distance, but the viewers in the live broadcast room were still stunned, trying to recover from what they had just witnessed.


    If not for knowing the backstory, knowing what kind of person Old Fang was, they might even think it was all a performance!<div>


    Of course, there were those who doubted, and not just the old viewers, but plenty of new viewers were skeptical as well. Some even raised questions, but Bi Fang did not need to worry about it, as older viewers naturally stepped up to exin.


    [Epic ss!]


    [When ites to prestige, you have to look up to Master Fang!]


    [Sniffle, I’m moved, Master Fang rocks! Who says only those in the spotlight can be heroes?]


    [How far are you nning to climb today?]n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    Bi Fang adjusted his heamp, nced at the barrage ofments, and exined, “I will reach Camp One before the sun rises. There should be some people there still, not entirely evacuated yet. Also, my drone will be ced at Camp One because beyond that altitude, the drone cannot fly anymore. So, after that point, you can only watch the live stream in first-person view.”


    “And because of the oxygen issue, I’ll be talking less and less. Often I won’t be able to reply in time, so if you have any questions, you need to ask them quickly. Once I reach 7,000 meters, I will try not to talk unless necessary. It might be a bit boring then.”


    [How could it be?]


    [This is my first time watching a Mount Everest live stream; I’m a bit nervous. What can I say now to get everyone’s attention?]


    [I didn’te here to watch you conquer the wilderness; hurry up and start eating!]


    [Ah, I was actually here to see what Master Fang is having for dinner today, slipping away now.]


    [Speaking of which, neighbors Shark and Tiger Fang teamed up the other day andunched a wilderness segment. Does anyone know?]


    Oh?<div>


    Bi Fang raised his eyebrows; what was this situation? He didn’t even know about it.


    [I saw it, it wasunched for less than half an hour (Dog’s head) and, calcting the time, it’s almost the duration from when Master Fang was buried by the avnche until he came back online.]


    [Tiger Fang, Shark: The sky cleared, the rain stopped, I think I can do it again.]


    Bi Fang was momentarily stunned and nearlyughed out loud.


    As a pioneer with temtes and the System, he had well and truly cut off the path for any neers. From his very first live stream, Bi Fang paid attention to establishing a professional image. Now, he stood unbeatable like a giant in the field of wilderness, miles ahead of the rest. For anyone trying to catch up, the only way would be through a significant inflow of viewers, but the cost was mostly not worth it—the input and earnings did not add up.


    His earlier efforts had not been in vain.


    Gathering his thoughts, Bi Fang gripped the ascender and swiftly slid across the crevasse.


    Viewers who had watched the previous live stream even felt a slightly different sensation, as if… Bi Fang climbing alone was even faster now?


    A figment of their imagination?


    Many scratched their heads, but this question was confirmed when they saw familiar mountains and the Eagle Head Ice Slope and then looked at the time. He was a full twenty minutes faster than before!


    [As expected, teammates are just a burden!]


    [Master Fang is a lone ranger!]


    [The lone brave one]<div>


    As the daylight grew stronger,rge ice crevasses became more numerous, many cescked proper aluminumdders, and there were no natural snow bridges.


    Bi Fang had to set updders himself, slowing down, he tied a rope to the ground and then to himself before moving forward.


    “When climbing aluminumdders, we hook the front teeth of our crampons onto the rung. Naturally, the rear teeth will hook onto the next rung behind. After making sure it’s stable, we step up one by one. Every step must be clean and decisive to ensure there’s no tripping while switching feet.


    The incline of the aluminumdders varies; you might have seen many along the way, with fourdders joined end to end climbing upward, two connected across a crevasse, and others descending. No matter the angle, just make sure to take each step well. Don’t be afraid, even if you fall off thedder, two safety ropes attached to you can catch you.”


    The more experienced a person is, the more they know how absolutely important safety measures are. Therefore, Bi Fang did not dare to be careless with each step.


    All those who were careless ended up in the crevasses.


    Being alone in such an environment easily leads to psychological pressure, and under such strain, until the sun rose, the viewers finally saw Camp One through Bi Fang’s perspective.