Chapter 170

Master-level skills are already the peak of human capability; legendary-level ones are beyond comparison.

The absolute limit an ordinary person can reach in a lifetime is master-level; legendary is a realm where skill approaches the Dao—every technique at this level is utterly terrifying.

Legendary parkour has utterly surpassed the limits of conventional training, reaching the ceiling of human physical ability; its movements border on art—put simply, every technique has become instinctive, and no matter how extreme the acrobatics, to him they're as easy as walking.

Rock climbing is the same—this skill, long acquired and the very one that truly launched him into livestreaming, has also evolved.

As the saying goes, "Cliffs have dead ends, but they yield before you"—no matter how impossible the cliff face, no matter how hopeless the chasm, Qin Yun always finds a way to break through and complete the challenge.

The greatest physical change from these two upgraded skills is the comprehensive strengthening of his hands, legs, and core. His strength is now so immense he even feels he could crush a person's bones with his bare hands—though that's an illusion. Still, even if not used for climbing, it makes him a walking bone-crusher in a fight.

"Incredible! Terrifying!"

Qin Yun rose from bed, lightly jumped, and felt even greater control over his body—as if he could individually command every muscle fiber.

This sense of effortless control would make him increasingly adept at handling future dangers.

It would let him waste not an ounce of energy, precisely managing his stamina.

"Ding ding—!"

His phone buzzed with a message notification.

"Are you asleep yet?"

It was from Su Huan.

Qin Yun smiled and replied: "Just finished showering, about to sleep."

"Mm, me too. What are we doing tomorrow?"

"Whatever you want."

Su Huan curled under the covers, typing furiously: "Tomorrow's sunny too—how about Lingyin Temple?"

"Sure. I've never been to Lingyin Temple. All I know is Ji Gong."

They chatted for over an hour, unaware time had crept past midnight, until they finally wished each other goodnight.

Lying in bed, Qin Yun's heart burned, filled with the image of her gentle, beautiful, lively face. The shadow of the woman he had pursued for years before finally winning over had gradually faded, quietly replaced.

Looking back on his life these past years, it was heartbreaking—this wasn't a real marriage at all, devoid of any happiness. He'd been blind, how could he not have realized during courtship that he'd been putting himself on unequal footing?

Perhaps when he pursued Song Ya, he'd already placed himself in a subservient position.

On the other side, Su Huan stared at her phone's wallpaper—a photo of the two of them, smiling brightly. She could tell Qin Yun's joy was genuine, and that filled her with contentment.

Whether you like someone—you can feel it.

"We'll be happy."

Before falling asleep, Su Huan murmured softly.

…

Happy moments are always brief, and before he knew it, it was time for Qin Yun to head to Beijing.

Though Qin Yun wasn't cold, someone had bundled him up completely—hat, scarf, gloves, thermal underwear, thermal pants, down jacket—all justified with the excuse that Beijing was cold, and Canada was colder.

"Stop grinning like an idiot—what if you catch a cold wearing so little?" Su Huan glared at him, tightening his scarf with both hands.

Qin Yun grabbed her hands; his vigorous blood circulation made them warm as fire, a world apart from her slightly chilly fingers.

"You're sure you won't come with me to Beijing?"

Su Huan shook her head: "You're flying to Canada tomorrow after you arrive in Beijing—what would I do there? I'll wait here. Call me the moment you land, and again once you're in Canada. You should be able to keep communication during training."

"Mm, I know."

"And don't flirt with those seductive sluts during training—I heard foreign women are all loose." Su Huan warned.

Qin Yun laughed helplessly, squeezing her hand: "Sis, I'm not that kind of guy. Besides, I wouldn't even look at most people."

"Hmm?" Su Huan sneered. "So if someone's prettier than me, you'd go for her?"

"No, absolutely not," Qin Yun said seriously. "There's no one in the world prettier than you. Impossible."

"Pfft—!"

Su Huan's face bloomed into a smile; she threw her arms around his waist and buried her head in his chest: "Take care of yourself. Don't get hurt."

"Mm, don't worry."

The plane took off on time. Qin Yun arrived at Beijing Daxing Airport at 10 a. ., where Liu Wei from Douyin and Guo Yao, who had arrived earlier, were waiting to pick him up.

After more than a month apart, Guo Yao looked leaner and sharper.

He'd followed her Douyin livestreams over the past month; though her follower count and viewership couldn't compare to his, with Douyin's traffic boost, each stream maintained at least five thousand viewers, sometimes reaching twenty thousand.

That kind of viewership meant a substantial daily revenue split.

Guo Yao had mentioned in a WeChat message that she regretted not joining Douyin sooner, stuck all this time on Douyu.

"Little Guo, your livestream viewership keeps growing—congratulations."

In the car, Guo Yao grinned excitedly: "It's all thanks to you, Brother Qin—you sparked the wilderness traffic. Otherwise, I'd be lucky to have half as many."

"Don't say that," Qin Yun said. "There are plenty of men into outdoor activities—it's women who are rare. You've got looks and wilderness survival skills—it was inevitable you'd go viral. It has nothing to do with me."

Liu Wei added: "Big data shows wilderness survival audiences grow every year. You, Guo Yao, have real potential to become a top streamer. As Brother Qin said, your combination of looks and ability is what keeps your traffic steady."

Both mentioned her looks—and Guo Yao's looks were indeed striking.

Unlike the provocative, overly sexualized style of Douyin's borderline streamers, she wore almost no makeup, radiating cleanliness and wildness. Her skin wasn't pale, but her facial features were perfectly balanced, making viewers easily overlook minor imperfections.

Clean, wild, vibrant, beautiful—that was the first impression Guo Yao gave during her livestreams.

And in just a month, her skin had improved dramatically since their last meeting—perhaps because she'd made money and was happier.

"If you keep this up, you could switch to being a beauty streamer," Qin Yun chuckled.

Guo Yao blushed: "You're exaggerating, Brother Qin. Compared to your girlfriend, I'm nowhere near."

Qin Yun had already posted his photo with Su Huan on Moments and never denied their romantic relationship.

The car arrived quickly at the hotel; Douyin had booked their tickets for tomorrow, with a direct flight to Canada in the morning.

The training camp would last ten days, located in a coastal mountain range near Whistler-Pemberton, with no exact address—after landing, the production team would send a dedicated car to pick them up.

In Qin Yun's room, Liu Wei handed out training materials to both of them.

"There's a lot of content for this training—basically every aspect of wilderness survival. Take a quick look."

Qin Yun flipped through the materials; the training details were indeed thorough—plant identification, tracking, trap-setting, physical conditioning, wilderness first aid—all covered.

But with so much content packed into ten days, they could only scratch the surface. Fortunately, everyone attending already had solid foundational knowledge.

"After training ends, on December 31st at noon, you'll have a half-day rest. Then on January 1st at 9 a. ., fifty participants will be dropped by helicopter across various locations near Atlin Lake. It's a vast, massive natural ecosystem with complex biodiversity—and due to its geography, home to all kinds of large animals."

Liu Wei's expression turned serious, his gaze shifting from Qin Yun to Guo Yao.

"If you ever face life-threatening danger, press the emergency button immediately. Even though it means giving up, it's better than losing your life."

Every wilderness survival show requires participants to sign agreements—including liability waivers, risk acceptance, and forfeiture of claims. That means if a contestant dies from a large animal attack during filming, they bear full responsibility.

Of course, even if you press the surrender button, rescue might not arrive in time—it's not impossible.

Guo Yao nodded: "I know. I won't risk my life."

Qin Yun flipped through the entire document but found no details about the actual survival challenge. He frowned: "Why hasn't the show's content been announced yet?"

Liu Wei shrugged: "Not announced. The production team says they've innovated—it's completely different from past seasons. I heard they've added new elements to increase competitiveness, but the specifics won't be revealed until you start filming."

"Alright."

The wilderness survival show has reached nearly ten seasons now. Though ratings remain high, the production team's vigilance is commendable.

"Besides communication devices and some clothing, you don't need to bring anything else—they'll provide everything on-site."

The three discussed the production materials until 3 p. ., then, with time still early, Qin Yun went out to find Shen Hu.

He found the guy at the TuHu Auto Care shop in Sanlitun.

When he walked in, Shen Hu looked miserable, and Master Wang (Chapter 7) sat beside him, equally dejected. Both sat silently on the office sofa.

"What's wrong? Who pissed off Boss Shen?"

Seeing Qin Yun enter, Master Wang's eyes lit up and he stood immediately: "Brother Qin."

"Master Wang, long time no see. How are you?"

"Thanks to you, I'm doing fine."

Shen Hu looked up at him: "Call the others?"

Qin Yun nodded: "Of course. Such a big thing to brag about—how could you not call them?"

Shen Hu rolled his eyes: "Damn it, how did Su Huan end up with you?"

"Heh," Qin Yun grinned. "You wouldn't understand. Anyway, why the long faces?"

Shen Hu's expression darkened: "Fucking hell—we fixed one car and got sued. Did you see the Ferrari parked outside?"

"Yeah, I wondered why that car came here for maintenance."

"That car. The owner brought it in saying it had an issue. Master Wang checked it and found it was just a stuck transmission shift solenoid—a minor problem. Cleaning and calibration fixed it. But three days later, he dragged it back, claiming we broke it—the engine was damaged. We only touched the solenoid, nothing else. His engine failing has nothing to do with us."

Shen Hu growled: "But this bastard insists we messed up the repair and demands a million yuan compensation—or he'll sue."

Qin Yun frowned: "No repair video footage?"

Master Wang looked crestfallen and wronged: "The shop's surveillance system was under routine maintenance that day—no recordings."

Qin Yun thought for a moment: "Let me take a look. If the car had problems before, there must be traces. Don't worry yet."

A million yuan wasn't small change. Though Shen Hu had earned well over the years, paying that much would cripple him financially. And Qin Yun trusted Shen Hu—the problem lay with the car or the owner.

"Shit, I forgot about you," Shen Hu slapped his forehead and jumped up. "Come on, let's check—damn it, if we find proof this guy's lying, I'll ruin him completely."