Chapter 82

After exchanging contact information with Zhao Yajun and Li Xintian, Qin Yun saw them to their hotel and booked a room for himself, planning to rest for a day before leaving.

After showering, he lay on the bed and soon fell asleep with loud snoring.

Meanwhile, in Zhao Yajun’s room, the two women lay on their beds, scrolling through their phones and chatting casually.

“Yajun, do you think we should still do internships when we get back?”

Li Xintian suddenly asked, hugging her phone.

Zhao Yajun, still staring at her screen, didn’t look up: “Internship? Don’t we need the official stamp? Let’s get the stamp first.”

She glanced at Li Xintian: “What? Seeing how successful Qin Ye is on self-media, are you seriously thinking of going that route?”

Li Xintian’s expression was conflicted, lacking confidence: “I’ve thought about it, but then I remember all the work—filming, editing, copywriting—it all falls on one person, and it gives me a headache.”

As she finished speaking, Zhao Yajun’s phone chimed: You have been slained.

She frowned, then said: “What’s the big deal? If you really want to do it, I’ll help you. I can even become a singing streamer—maybe I’ll get good at it too.”

Li Xintian immediately scrambled off her bed and over to Zhao Yajun’s: “You really mean it?”

“Of course I do,” Zhao Yajun rolled her eyes. “Who else would I trust? She spotted her hero respawned and immediately sprinted after the minion toward the Crystal Tower.

“Then it’s settled—we’ll make short videos together. As for the internship stamp, leave it to me. My cousin runs a company in Hangzhou; I can get him to stamp it.”

“Fine, you decide.”

…

When Qin Yun woke up, it was already past nine at night—he’d slept eight hours straight. His body had fully recovered to peak condition, and his energy felt overflowing.

Most people entering society, if they neglect their physical health, gradually lose vitality. Many no longer remember the feeling of waking up as a teenager, stretching, and feeling utterly refreshed.

All they know is a dull, sluggish state, needing time and external stimuli to revive—a clear sign of suboptimal health.

Qin Yun used to be like that too, but since getting this check-in task system, he now felt energized every moment, radiating vitality.

After washing up, he noticed many new messages on his phone. But the one that caught his attention was from Han Wei, the “Flirtatious Sister.”

[Qin Ye, can you climb mountains?]

Qin Yun thought for a moment. He had many skills now. Though he lacked a climbing skill, his rock-climbing ability combined with Sherpa adaptation was more than enough for most extreme mountain conditions.

So he neither confirmed nor denied it, replying: “Just woke up. Is there something you need help with regarding climbing?”

On the 30th floor of the Shanghai World Financial Center, in a company called Qiyuan Capital, Han Wei was packing up to leave for the day.

Though it was already nine at night, outside the window, Lujiazui still glowed brightly—most buildings retained their lights.

At that moment, her phone vibrated on the desk.

Seeing who sent the message, she immediately picked it up.

“Qin Ye, are you free for a call?”

As soon as she sent it, a WeChat call interface popped up. Han Wei tapped accept.

“Qin Ye?”

“Flirtatious Sister, hey, it’s Qin Yun.”

Han Wei sat on a nearby sofa, crossed her legs, her long black stockings accentuating her slender limbs with undeniable allure.

“Qin Ye, just call me Han Wei or Weiwei. That’s what my friends call me.”

“Alright, I’ll call you Han Wei,” Qin Yun replied warmly, addressing his benefactor. “You asked about climbing—is there something you need?”

Han Wei smiled: “Your livestream today was incredible—better than the top ski athletes.”

“Haha, you flatter me,” Qin Yun said modestly.

They chatted casually for a while, sharing a few anecdotes, before Han Wei finally got to the point.

“Qin Ye, a friend of mine told me something a while back. I just remembered it yesterday, so I messaged you.”

Qin Yun asked: “What’s it about?”

Han Wei’s tone grew slightly grave: “Have you heard of Gongga Mountain?”

“Gongga Mountain?” Qin Yun searched his memory, hesitating. “The one in Ganzi, Sichuan? The ‘King of Shu Mountains’?”

Han Wei nodded: “Yes. Its northeast ridge, at 7,556 meters, is the deadliest climbing route in China, with a fatality rate of 60% to 90%. Only two successful summits have ever been recorded.”

Qin Yun put his phone on speaker and searched online. Soon, he had a basic understanding of the northeast ridge route Han Wei described.

“But I’m not talking about that northeast ridge route.”

Han Wei shifted gears abruptly, catching Qin Yun off guard. He stared blankly, thinking: Lady, if you’re not going to mention that, why bring it up at all?

Han Wei’s voice continued through the phone: “I’m talking about Yaomei Peak, also in Sichuan. At 6,250 meters, its fatality rate is lower than Gongga’s, but it’s still ranked fourth among China’s most difficult climbing routes.”

“My friend has an older sister who’s a climber…”

As Han Wei continued, Qin Yun grew serious.

The story was simple: Han Wei’s friend’s sister was restless. Her family had no financial worries and didn’t need her to inherit the business—she only needed to live happily and enjoy life.

Over time, she became obsessed with all kinds of activities.

At first, she just road-tripped across the country, admiring its landscapes. But after seeing enough, she grew bored and sought thrills, turning to outdoor adventures.

With money and influence, she easily joined professional teams. Over time, she became addicted to global adventures—heading wherever danger lay.

She’d been to primeval forests, deserts, oceans…

Later, she fell in love with mountaineering, determined to conquer peak after peak—from the beginner-level Siguniang Peak, to Tian’er Peak, Altyn Peak, to Bogda Peak, Lhotse…

The difficulty kept rising, and so did her expertise.

As the saying goes: Most drownings happen to those who can swim. And: Walk by the river often enough, you’ll get your shoes wet.

One day, she bid farewell to her family, saying she’d climb Yaomei Peak. She left—and never returned. Of the eight-member team, only three came back. Five vanished on Yaomei Peak.

“Vanished” was a polite term—it meant death.

Qin Yun asked: “So your friend can’t accept that her sister is dead?”

Han Wei shook her head: “No. She wants to climb Yaomei Peak herself—follow her sister’s footsteps as far as she can go.”

Qin Yun was speechless. He’d just checked: Yaomei Peak’s base camp sits at 4,000 meters. Though the climb from there is only a couple thousand meters, the stretch from base camp to Camp 1 requires crossing glacial terrain.

For an ordinary person, the furthest they’d likely go is from Siguniang Town to Yaomei’s base camp. Beyond that, difficulty spikes sharply—far beyond what any normal person could endure.

“Doesn’t she know how hard Yaomei Peak is?”

Han Wei chuckled bitterly: “Of course she knows. But theory is shallow without experience—you can’t imagine the hardship until you’ve lived it. Still, she’s trained her body all year for this. Since June, she’s tried to find a climbing team willing to take her. None agreed.”

“Then that’s settled,” Qin Yun chuckled. “Just give up. If she insists, have your friend offer a huge sum—there must be professional teams willing to take her.”

“That’s the problem,” Han Wei put down her leg, stood up, and gazed out the floor-to-ceiling window, her expression complex. “Her family is powerful. Once they found out, every major climbing team was warned off.”

Qin Yun couldn’t understand: “A living person is worth more than a dead one. Must something terrible happen first? So you told me about climbing—do you want me to take her up Yaomei Peak?”

He hadn’t specifically trained for mountaineering, but with his current physical condition and expertise, he felt no fear.

“It’s not really climbing,” she said. “She knows her limits. She just wants to walk her sister’s path—until she can’t go further, then she’ll turn back.”

“Why is she so obsessed?” Qin Yun didn’t get it. “If she really wants to go, why not just go herself? The stretch from Siguniang Town to base camp isn’t dangerous.”

“Because before she left, they had a huge fight. She said terrible things.”

Qin Yun took a deep breath and refused without hesitation: “I’m sorry, I’m not a professional climber. Even if I were, I wouldn’t take a civilian up there.”

Han Wei looked slightly disappointed but said nothing: “I understand. I just asked. Don’t worry about it. But my friend won’t give up easily—she said even if you refuse, she’ll keep looking for a team.”

Qin Yun silently shook his head. Clearly, Han Wei’s friend didn’t intend to stop at Yaomei’s base camp—she might have already tried and been turned back by the glacial section.

After hanging up, Qin Yun didn’t dwell on it.

He went out and contacted Zhao Yajun and Li Xintian to grab late-night snacks.

“Qin Ye, what’s next? Where are you livestreaming?” Zhao Yajun munched on lamb skewers, sipping beer.

Qin Yun shook his head: “Not decided yet. I’ll just wander around. If something suitable comes up, I’ll stream. If not, I won’t.”

He hated livestreaming just to chat aimlessly.

“A lot of viewers in the comments are hoping you’ll return to wilderness survival.”

He’d noticed that too. Honestly, he was interested—but if things go smoothly, he’ll join a wilderness survival show in January, so repeating similar content now isn’t necessary.

Unless it’s somewhere completely different from forests or rainforests!

“Livestreaming isn’t the goal—traveling is,” Qin Yun smiled. “Like when I came to Jinhua and spontaneously livestreamed skiing in Pan’an—I didn’t plan it.”

Li Xintian looked at him with envy: “That’s great.”

After eating and drinking, the three wandered the streets late into the night, then returned to their hotel rooms.

Qin Yun organized all his video footage and uploaded it to Fang Nan’s company cloud drive. Checking the time, it was already 2:30 a.m.

Though he had no sleepiness, he still lay down and forced himself to close his eyes.

After a while, he suddenly sat up.

“Rich, powerful, female… Could Han Wei’s friend actually be herself?”