Chapter 153: I Want a Life of Fury

【Crack—!】

Qin Yun stepped out of the vehicle, gazing at the endless white expanse of sky and earth, his spirits lifted.

At 5170 meters, Qitai Daban's temperature had plunged to -25°C; every breath he exhaled instantly froze into icy mist.

"Xia Xiaoxing, go back." Qin Yun tapped the car.

Xia Xiaoxing rolled down her window: "Big Brother Qin, if I leave the car here and hike with you through this route, what do you think?"

"Not a good idea," Qin Yun glared at her. "Get back now. You're tiny—you think you can hike with me? You wanna die?"

Xia Xiaoxing stuck out her tongue: "I was just saying it, I wouldn't dare go even if you told me to."

"Good."

Qin Yun pulled two drones from his backpack, checked their batteries, confirmed they were fully charged, then waved his hand: "Alright, let's go. I'm going live—watch on your phones if you want. Oh, and don't forget to send gifts."

"Okay!" Xia Xiaoxing nodded obediently, turned the car around, "Then I'm off."

"Go, hurry up. Don't make your brother wait."

【Roar—!】 The Land Rover growled, then slowly headed toward Dahongliutan. Only when Xia Xiaoxing's figure vanished from sight did Qin Yun power on the machines.

The main drone quickly synced with the satellite signal and opened the Douyin homepage.

He typed the title: "Twelve-day solo hike across the Xinjiang-Tibet Highway from Qitai Daban to Shiquan River—let's feel the solitude of this route under extreme cold." Then he clicked "Go Live."

This livestream had no prior announcement—anyone who tuned in now was a true fan.

"Damn, what's going on? Has Brother Qin gone live?"

"Wonderful! Brother Qin went live without warning—total ambush."

"Solo hike across the Xinjiang-Tibet Highway? 666, looking forward."

"Brother Qin is still so handsome—better than Wu Yanzu, outshines Jacky Cheung."

"Wow, the backdrop is so desolate—it's instantly refreshing."

Watching the viewer count climb, Qin Yun didn't wait for more—he launched straight into his opening remarks.

"Hello everyone, I'm Qin Yun, a casual hiking enthusiast. Right now, I'm at the Qitai Daban pass on the Xinjiang-Tibet Highway. Look behind me—at that blue sign: elevation over five thousand meters, high-altitude zone. No signal here—it's a no-man's-land. Fifty to sixty kilometers ahead lies Dahongliutan; fifty to sixty kilometers behind is Tianshuihai."

"This time, I'll hike from here across the Xinjiang-Tibet Highway to Shiquan River, aiming to complete it in twelve days."

By now, the viewer count had climbed to fifty thousand. As word spread, the numbers surged faster. By the time he finished speaking, the top-right counter had stabilized at 10+, while backend numbers kept rocketing upward.

"To increase the challenge, I'm carrying only one snowboard, one water bottle, a dagger, and some food."

Qin Yun briefly demonstrated. The drone instantly pulled back, circling him rapidly, capturing every angle of Qitai Daban.

Endless sky and earth, pure white, a chilling loneliness surged into the frame.

"Brother Qin's livestream never disappoints—hiking the Xinjiang-Tibet Highway in December? For normal people, it's basically suicide."

"That snow looks deep—piled up high."

"666, Brother Qin brought a snowboard—does he plan to ski?"

Qin Yun's voice echoed again in the livestream.

"From Qitai Daban to Shiquan River: five hundred kilometers total. To make it in twelve days, I need to cover fifty kilometers daily. As you've seen, heavy snow fell here in the past few days—deep drifts. The soldiers at the outpost cleared a stretch yesterday, but snow still blankets the road all the way to Tianshuihai."

"So if I rely only on my feet, this stretch alone will take me an extremely long time."

The camera zoomed in as he patted the snowboard: "I'll use this to cover this section—I aim to clear this snowfield before 2 p. ."

He strapped the board to his feet and shouted: "DJI, turn on the BGM."

The moment he spoke, viewers suddenly noticed music—something never heard before in his livestreams.

"Damn, Brother Qin really updated the system."

"666, that's Wang Feng's song."

"'A Life of Fury'—Brother Qin, take off."

As viewers said, Qin Yun's drone had undergone a system-level update: its AI now synced with the most advanced large models—he could control it by voice alone. Adding background music was effortless.

Qin Yun stepped lightly on the snowboard and glided to the pass's edge.

"How many times have I fallen on the road? How many times have my wings been broken? Now I no longer feel lost—I want to surpass this ordinary desire."

"I want a life of fury—"

As the chorus rang out, the soaring melody rode the wind through the empty pass. Qin Yun suddenly leapt forward, snowboard beneath him, plunging downhill. The drone followed closely, the secondary camera switching to wide-angle, the action cam ready to shift.

"Like flying across boundless skies—"

With the BGM playing, Qin Yun shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, his posture elegant and upright, gliding swiftly across the snow.

In the frame: endless white sky and earth, endless snow-capped mountains, boundless snow plains.

The passionate song blended with the vast snowy landscape, the lone figure—unbound, unrestrained freedom crashed into every viewer's eyes.

In that instant, it seemed the entire world held only wind, snow, song, and that relentless figure.

"Hahahaha—awesome!"

Qin Yun laughed freely, as if embracing the entire sky and earth.

Cold wind lashed his face, snow flurried—only those who'd truly experienced it could feel this absolute freedom.

At this moment, Qin Yun felt it: he had shattered all chains, reached a realm untouched by restraint.

Viewers watching the livestream were stunned.

"Holy shit, Brother Qin looks so free."

"This single shot alone could be a movie scene—so breathtaking."

"In this hellhole, he actually dared to ski down like that? Doesn't he fear breaking his neck?"

"Insane!"

"Little Pig sent the host…"

After gliding nearly two kilometers, with three BGM tracks changed, Qin Yun's smooth ride hit a snag.

A sudden gale swept in. Qin Yun dropped low, lowered his center of gravity—then ahead, a rock the size of a human head appeared right in his path.

No time to swerve.

Viewers' eyes widened.

"Shit, Brother Qin's gonna crash."

"Watch out, Brother Qin!"

Qin Yun's expression hardened. He sank lower, then surged upward—his body lifted off the snowboard, the tail pressing down, skimming the rock's peak, then landing hard, continuing forward.

But it wasn't over. Perhaps something happened last night—the ground was now littered with scattered rocks: some as big as heads, others as big as fists, as if deliberately placed to increase his difficulty.

Qin Yun didn't panic.

He instantly mapped a route in his mind, his body instinctively swaying.

In the camera's view, his figure on the snowboard moved as fluidly as in a game—spraying snow in bursts, occasionally leaping over obstacles. He cleared nearly two or three hundred meters of treacherous terrain without a noticeable drop in speed.

No one else could pull that off.

"Brother Qin 666—showed off beyond limits."

"Damn, if I didn't know Brother Qin despises staging, I'd swear this was rehearsed."

"Yeah, this is too 6—so damn cool."

Gifts flooded the livestream nonstop; viewer count had surpassed five hundred thousand.

This wasn't a normal ski slope—any mishap could be fatal. Qin Yun's focus was unprecedented: his eyes scanned every potential hazard, rapidly analyzing the terrain's original contours to avoid hidden ditches or rocks.

After another five kilometers, he reached the spot where the convoy had once stopped. Beyond it, snow deepened again—visibility and danger both skyrocketed.

"The ground shows signs—several vehicles stopped here?"

"What's going on?"

"Didn't Brother Qin say the outpost cleared a stretch?"

"Brother Qin, talk!"

Qin Yun pulled the drone closer, glanced at comments, and smiled: "A few days ago, snow trapped some vehicles here. I came with the outpost rescue team to help—these marks are from that."

He spoke casually, but anyone could guess how intense it must have been.

Then someone in the livestream suddenly said: "I was in that trapped convoy. When Brother Qin appeared on his snowboard, I thought a god had descended."

"Damn, guy above, elaborate!"

Qin Yun glanced—the username was "Little Star." No doubt it was Xia Xiaoxing.

He didn't bother responding to her bragging. He stared ahead at the endless snow, took a deep breath.

Just as he prepared to move, a chill touched his neck—he looked up. Snowflakes drifted down.

The drone captured it clearly.

"Snowing?"

"Good or bad?"

"Brother Qin's expression doesn't look good—probably not good."

Qin Yun smiled bitterly: "Definitely not good. First, heavy snow blocks visibility. Second, though it looked easy watching me glide down, judging the terrain is extremely hard—if luck's bad, I'll end up tumbling head over heels."

"What now?"

"Trust Brother Qin—this is nothing to him."

"Agreed!"

Qin Yun silently shook his head—bad luck, but no hesitation. He strapped on the board and set off.

Across the vast snowfield, a bright figure surged forward, kicking up waves of snow—as if turning the plain into an ocean, and he, surfing it.

The snow grew heavier with time.

He didn't know this snowfall covered a vast area—over a hundred kilometers lay shrouded under dark clouds.

Sui Yang, upon receiving the meteorological bureau's report, went to find Cheng Da.

At that moment, Cheng Da was resting in his room, holding his phone, the screen showing Qin Yun.

"Cheng Da."

"Platoon Leader!" Cheng Da immediately stood up.

"Leave a comment on Qin Yun's stream: this snowfall covers a vast area, continuing all the way to the Xinjiang-Tibet border."

"Yes!"

Cheng Da immediately obeyed and swiftly replied in the comments, warning Qin Yun.

When Qin Yun saw Cheng Da's comment, his heart stirred.

The Xinjiang-Tibet border is still 66 km from Tian Shui Hai, and from there to Death Gully is only 21 km—there's a checkpoint at Death Gully.

The checkpoint is manned by public security officers, special police, and border defense soldiers, meaning if he reaches Death Gully before nightfall, he can spend the night there—but he must still resupply at the Tian Shui Hai military station.

That means from now until nightfall, he can cover 130 km and reach the Death Gully checkpoint.

One hundred thirty kilometers on foot would be impossible, but with this snowfall, once it melts and refreezes, the ruined road becomes slick as ice—even if snow accumulates slowly, it's good news for him, since he has snowboards.

"Let's go!"

Qin Yun gritted his teeth and decided to push forward.

If he fails, he can always rest at the Tian Shui Hai military station.

His speed didn't slow at all; in fact, the downhill slope accelerated him further.

But he didn't dare go too fast—he was still livestreaming, chatting, and occasionally checking comments.

As he passed the old military station before Tian Shui Hai, his snowboard suddenly took a heavy impact—something blocked his path ahead.

"Crash—!"

The massive collision echoed through the livestream; everyone saw Qin Yun thrown completely airborne. At 15 km/h, he had no time to react—he flew off the road and was flung to the right.

"Holy shit, you scared me."

"Qin Ye is in danger."

"Damn, he just fell? What did he hit? That sound was huge."

In the emergency, Qin Yun quickly adjusted his posture, twisting his body midair until his limbs faced downward, then landed with a "thud" into the snow.

The deep snow instantly punched out a deep crater.

"Ow—!"

A sharp pain shot through Qin Yun's left hand. He stood up immediately and saw a deep gash across his palm, blood streaming freely.

This scene struck countless viewers in the livestream with a jolt of fear.