Chapter 170: Rest Complete, Heading to Beijing

Master-level skills are already the conventional peak of humanity; legendary level goes without saying.

The limit an ordinary person can reach in a lifetime is master-level. Legendary is the realm where skill borders on the Dao; any skill that reaches this level is bound to be incomparably terrifying.

Legendary-level parkour completely surpasses the limits of conventional training, reaching the ceiling of human physical skill—movements bordering on art. To put it plainly, every technique has sunk into instinct; no matter how difficult the leaps, vaults, and climbs, for him now they are as effortless as walking.

Rock climbing is the same. This skill, acquired long ago, was the one that truly launched him into the field of livestreaming, and it too has evolved.

As the saying goes, "A cliff has its death line, but where you go, a path opens." No matter how impossible the rock face, no matter how hopeless the chasm, Qin Yun can always find a way through and complete the challenge.

The greatest change these two enhanced skills brought to his body was the comprehensive strengthening of his hands, legs, and core. Now his strength was so great that he even felt he could crush a person's bones barehanded—though that was an illusion. Still, even without using it for climbing, in a fight he would be a human bone-crushing machine.

"Amazing! Terrifying!"

Qin Yun rose from the bed, bounced lightly a few times, and felt his control over his body growing ever more fluid, as if he could individually command every single muscle fiber.

This sense of effortless mastery would let him handle all manner of future dangers with even greater ease.

It would let him waste not a shred of strength, precisely controlling the expenditure of his stamina.

"Ding ding—!"

The notification chime of a phone message sounded.

"Are you asleep yet?"

It was from Su Huan.

Qin Yun smiled and replied, "Just finished a shower, about to sleep."

"Mm, I just showered too. What are we doing tomorrow?"

"Up to you."

Su Huan, curled up under the covers, typed rapidly with both hands: "Tomorrow's another sunny day. How about we go to Lingyin Temple?"

"Sure, I've never been to Lingyin Temple either. My impression of Lingyin Temple is Ji Gong."

The two chatted for over an hour, and before they knew it the time was creeping toward midnight, at which point they finally bid each other good night.

Lying in bed, Qin Yun's heart was burning hot, his mind filled entirely with that gentle, soft, and lively face. The figure he had courted for years before finally winning—her image was gradually fading, silently being replaced.

Thinking carefully about the life he had lived these past years, it was truly bitter. What kind of marriage was that? Not a shred of happiness to be had. He must have been possessed to have failed to see it while they were dating, only understanding the truth after tasting every bitterness of life.

Perhaps when he was pursuing Song Ya, he had already placed himself in an unequal position.

On the other side, Su Huan looked at her phone's lock-screen wallpaper—a photo of the two of them together, smiling brightly. She could tell that Qin Yun's joy came from the heart, and that made her feel very satisfied.

Whether someone likes you or not, you can actually feel it.

"We'll be happy."

Before sleep, Su Huan murmured to herself.

……

Happy times are always short; before they knew it, the time had come for Qin Yun to head to Beijing.

Although Qin Yun wasn't cold, he was still bundled up tightly by a certain someone. Hat, scarf, gloves, thermal top, thermal pants, down jacket—all in the name of "Beijing is cold, and Canada is even colder."

"Stop grinning like that. What if you catch a cold dressed so lightly?" Su Huan glared at him irritably and tightened his scarf with both hands.

Qin Yun caught her hands. His vigorous qi and blood made his hands incomparably warm—utterly unlike Su Huan's slightly chilly ones.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me to Beijing?"

Su Huan shook her head: "You'll fly to Canada tomorrow once you reach Beijing. What would I go for? I'll just wait for you here. Remember to call me the moment you land, and the same when you get to Canada. You should be able to keep in touch during the training camp."

"Mm, got it."

"Also, during the training camp you're not allowed to flirt with those flashy sluts. I've heard foreign women are all pretty loose." Su Huan warned.

Qin Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He squeezed her hand: "Sis, I'm not that kind of casual person. Besides, ordinary people—how could I possibly be interested in them?"

"Mm?" Su Huan gave a cold laugh. "So you're saying if someone is prettier than me, you'll start being casual?"

"No, absolutely not." Qin Yun said solemnly, "How could there possibly be anyone prettier than you in this world? Absolutely impossible."

"Puchi—!"

Su Huan burst into a radiant smile, threw her arms around his waist, and buried her face 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 ten in the morning, and the ones there to pick him up were Douyin's Liu Wei and the already-arrived Guo Yao.

After not seeing each other for over a month, Guo Yao looked much more wiry and capable.

He had also been following Guo Yao's livestreaming on Douyin over the past month. Although her follower count and viewership couldn't compare with his, with Douyin's traffic boost, each stream maintained at least five thousand viewers, sometimes reaching as many as twenty thousand.

With viewership like that, the daily share from livestreaming was a quite considerable sum.

Guo Yao had mentioned in a WeChat message that she regretted not coming to Douyin sooner, having been tied to the Douyu platform all along.

"Little Guo, your livestream numbers keep growing—congratulations."

In the car, Guo Yao grinned sheepishly, clearly excited: "It's all because you, Qin Ye, brought up the traffic for the wilderness genre. Otherwise, cutting it in half would have been a good result."

"You can't put it that way." Qin Yun said, "Male outdoor streamers aren't actually that few—it's the female ones who are rare. You've got the looks and the wilderness survival skills. You were bound to blow up. It has nothing to do with me."

Liu Wei also said, "The big data shows that the wilderness survival audience is growing every year. Someone like you, Guo Yao, has the potential to become a top streamer. Just as Qin Ye said, the combination of your looks and ability is the key to sustaining your current traffic."

Both of them mentioned her looks—and Guo Yao's looks really could hold their own.

Unlike the seductive, coquettish type of borderline-content streamers on Douyin, she almost never wore makeup, full of a clean, wild quality. Her skin wasn't that fair either, but the way her features came together was very striking, making it easy to overlook the minor flaws in her complexion.

Clean, wild, vivid, beautiful—that was the immediate impression Guo Yao gave when livestreaming.

Moreover, in just one month, her skin condition, which had been only so-so when they last met, had improved greatly—perhaps because she was earning money now, in better spirits.

"At this rate, you could switch to being a looks-based streamer in the future." Qin Yun laughed.

Guo Yao blushed: "It's not as exaggerated as you say, Qin Ye. Compared to your girlfriend, I'm far behind."

Qin Yun had long since posted a photo with Su Huan on his WeChat Moments, and made no secret of their relationship.

The car quickly reached the hotel. The tickets Douyin had arranged for them were for tomorrow—a direct flight to Canada first thing in the morning.

This training camp would last ten days, at a coastal mountain range in Canada, roughly around the Whistler-Pemberton area. There was no specific address; once they landed, the production crew's people would be there to pick them up by car.

In Qin Yun's room, Liu Wei brought the training materials and gave one copy to each of them.

"This training covers a lot—basically everything related to the wilderness. You can skim through it."

Qin Yun opened the materials and flipped through them; the training content was indeed detailed—identifying plants, tracking, setting traps, physical conditioning, wilderness first aid—all aspects were covered.

But with so much content packed into ten days, they could only scratch the surface. Fortunately, everyone here had sufficient background knowledge to join the show.

"When the training ends—at noon on December 31st—after a half-day rest, at 9 a. m. on January 1st, the fifty participants will be dropped by helicopter into various locations near Lin Hu. That area is vast, a super-large natural ecosystem with complex biodiversity, and due to its geography, it hosts all kinds of large animals."

Liu Wei's expression turned serious; his gaze swept over Qin Yun and landed on Guo Yao.

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

Every wilderness survival show requires contestants to sign various agreements, including liability waivers, risk acceptance, and forfeiture of claims. That is, if a contestant dies during filming due to an attack by a large animal, they bear full responsibility.

Of course, it's also possible that if you press the surrender button, the production team might not arrive in time to rescue you.

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

Qin Yun flipped through the entire packet but found no details about the wilderness survival segment. He asked, "Why hasn't the show's content been announced yet?"

Liu Wei shrugged: "It hasn't been announced. The production team says they've made innovations—completely different from previous years. I heard they added some new elements to increase competitiveness, but the specifics won't be revealed until you actually start filming."

"Alright."

The wilderness survival show has now reached nearly ten seasons. Though ratings have remained consistently high, the production team's vigilance in the face of success is admirable.

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

The three of them chatted based on the production team's materials until 3 p. m., then, since time was still early, Qin Yun went out to find Shen Hu.

He found the guy at the Tu Hu Auto Care shop in Sanlitun.

When he arrived, 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 walk in, Master Wang's eyes lit up and he immediately stood to greet him: "Boss Qin."

"Master Wang, long time no see. How's your health?"

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

Shen Hu looked up at him: "Call them over?"

Qin Yun nodded: "Of course. When something this big happens, how could you not show off?"

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

"Heh." Qin Yun grinned. "You wouldn't understand. By the way, why the long face?"

At this, Shen Hu's expression turned bitter: "Fucking hell—we got sued over fixing a car. Did you see the Ferrari parked outside when you came in?"

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

"That car. The owner brought it in saying there was an issue. Master Wang checked it and found it was just a stuck shift solenoid valve—minor problem, just needed cleaning and calibration. But three days after repair, he dragged it back, claiming we broke it—the engine's messed up. We only touched the transmission solenoid valve, nothing else. His engine problem has nothing to do with us."

Shen Hu spoke angrily: "But this bastard insists it's our fault, demands a million yuan compensation, or he'll sue us."

Qin Yun frowned: "No repair video footage?"

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

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 isn't small change. Though Shen Hu has earned well over the years, paying a million would cripple him financially. And he trusted Shen Hu—so the problem must lie with the car itself or the owner.

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