Chapter 91: Who Is the Beautiful Girl Beside Master Qin?

As soon as Qin Yun posted this livestream announcement, it immediately drew attention.

With a fanbase of twenty-five million, Qin Yun is already among the top players on Douyin, and recently he's been especially popular, causing many to frequently check his homepage.

Thus, within seconds of posting this announcement, people spread the word, and in no time the popularity surged through every channel.

Qin Yun waited two days in Mount Siguniang Town, during which staff from Huanteng Sports and Casio arrived, bringing him mountaineering gear and a watch.

Qin Yun entered the guesthouse lobby, where a bright orange figure stood out prominently—Han Sisi stood before a backpack bulging with equipment.

The backpack was swollen and fully stocked.

It contained medicine boxes, dried rations, sleeping bags, tents, oxygen generators, and everything else needed.

He glanced at Han Sisi's attire: her orange hardshell jacket and pants looked premium, her feet were clad in integrated mountaineering boots that completely enclosed her body—clearly offering exceptional warmth.

On one side of the backpack hung an ice axe and a mountaineering safety harness; purely from equipment, the word was simple—professional.

At least, Han Sisi overall looked extremely professional.

When she saw Qin Yun come down, she was genuinely nervous, her anxieties about the climb etched plainly on her face.

"Master Qin, I'm ready. We can depart anytime."

Qin Yun nodded slightly; he had already checked all of Han Sisi's gear in advance—it was professional to the extreme, and in pure performance, even better than his own.

Almost every item was the best in its category—this was the advantage of having money: no need to consider cost-effectiveness, just pick the best.

But…

Qin Yun stared at that enormous backpack and suddenly realized a question, then his gaze settled on Han Sisi's face.

"I want to know how far you can hike in a day under a weight of dozens of kilograms?"

Han Sisi froze, her eyes filled with confusion.

…

The morning in Mount Siguniang Town was wrapped in a permanent, undispersing cold mist.

Frost still clung to the road; distant, endless snow peaks emerged faintly through the fog, like a slumbering giant.

The journey from town to the North Face base camp is roughly twenty kilometers.

For the first six kilometers, the town offers horseback transport; Qin Yun and Han Sisi naturally didn't waste their energy by hiking this stretch.

Qin Yun had never ridden a horse, but the animal was gentle—he didn't need to do anything, just sit still; Han Sisi, by contrast, moved with obvious skill, clearly trained.

As the horse moved forward, Qin Yun activated his drone; as its propellers spun, the livestream feed instantly appeared.

At this moment, the camera faced him directly; as the livestream began, viewer count surged rapidly.

"Whoa, it's live, it's live, finally Master Qin is streaming again."

"I knew Master Qin was streaming, so I woke up at six, afraid I'd oversleep."

"Is Master Qin really going to assault Yaomei Peak? I checked—it has a high fatality rate."

"I checked too—it's one of the world's most difficult mountaineering routes; to date, the number of summiteers is minuscule, harder than Mount Zhufeng."

"What? Harder than Mount Zhufeng? Really? Isn't Mount Zhufeng the highest mountain on Earth?"

"You're uninformed. There are far more difficult peaks than Mount Zhufeng—it's just the highest in elevation. Look at how many have summited it, even some entrepreneurs have done it—it's now commercialized."

"True. If you talk about fatality rates, Gongga Mountain in Sichuan is the Reaper's Scythe—its death rate is terrifying; Yaomei Peak is even worse."

"Master Qin knows mountaineering too? I'm truly impressed."

Watching the livestream viewer count climb straight up, Qin Yun smiled and said: "Hello everyone, I'm Qin Yun, a temporary mountaineering enthusiast. Today I will attempt to summit Yaomei Peak."

Qin Yun rotated the drone, slowly lifting it into the air, his voice continuing: "This climb will have no guide, no support team. Due to terrain and other factors, I'm carrying only one drone and one action camera, so the footage may lack variety—please understand."

"Additionally, on this ascent, I will bring along an ordinary person with zero mountaineering experience."

His camera swept over Han Sisi from above.

In the livestream, everyone instantly saw a slender figure with stunningly beautiful features.

Her face was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Holy shit, is Master Qin grooming fans?"

"Who is the beautiful girl beside Master Qin? So gorgeous."

"I'm done—I'm ruined. Master Qin isn't pure anymore."

"Oh no, is she Master Qin's girlfriend?"

"Impossible. Master Qin could never have a girlfriend—I don't believe it."

Han Sisi looked up at the drone and gave a slight nod: "Hello everyone, I'm Han Sisi. I begged Master Qin to bring me to Yaomei Peak because my sister disappeared here."

"I know everyone understands what disappearance here means. I don't expect to reach the spot where my sister vanished, but I want to get as close as possible—I want to tell her I miss her terribly, that I've come to bring her home."

As she spoke, her fingers gripped the reins so tightly her knuckles turned white; her gaze passed beyond the drone toward the distant, faintly visible sharp snow peak hidden in the mist.

At 6,250 meters altitude, its North Face is called the Devil's Wall of the East by the Dengshan world—steep, treacherous, prone to frequent ice avalanches and falling rocks, with only a handful of viable climbing windows per year.

Her own sister vanished in a sudden avalanche.

Neither body nor trace was ever found.

Han Sisi still remembered the day her sister left home—how, during an argument, she had screamed those careless words.

"If you love climbing so much, just die on Yaomei Peak."

Those words became a poisonous thorn lodged in her heart, gnawing at her day and night.

Countless times she woke in the dead of night, weeping uncontrollably; countless times she apologized to the empty room, yet received no reply.

"The girl spoke—her voice is so lovely."

"Beautiful girl, don't give up hope—the North Face is nine deaths, one life."

"Idiot—your sister died on the North Face, and now you're going to die too?"

"How much did Master Qin get paid to do something like this?"

"What's wrong with it? He didn't force her—it's mutual consent."

"What are you all worrying about? This beauty clearly isn't professional—bet you anything she'll collapse from altitude sickness and turn back before reaching the North Wall base camp."

"Beauty, I feel for you, but climbing isn't a joke, especially Mount Siguniang. Someone like you, a complete newbie, stands zero chance."

Qin Yun looked at these comments and smiled faintly: "Don't worry, everyone. If Han Wei can't keep going or her physical condition doesn't allow it, I'll immediately turn back and take her to the base camp."

With those words, the drone shot sharply upward.

Until now, the check-in task Qin Yun had been hoping for still hadn't appeared—this caught him off guard.

In his original plan, after arriving at Mount Siguniang Town, he'd expected a check-in task for Mount Siguniang to trigger—but even now, as they'd actually begun the climb, the system remained as silent as a chicken.

Though somewhat disappointed, he couldn't force it.

Soon, the two dismounted from their horses and began ascending along the mountain path.

The trail started out relatively gentle, covered in fallen leaves and gravel, flanked by towering spruce and fir trees, their branches heavy with thick snow, sunlight filtering through the foliage to cast dappled patches of light.

But the deeper they went, the colder the temperature became, and the steeper and more slippery the path grew.

Han Wei had initially managed to keep up—her fitness wasn't bad; she'd been preparing for this climb for a long time, doing cardio and weighted training without pause.

But a woman's physiology sets a limit, especially carrying a nearly thirty-kilogram pack—after only half an hour, sweat coated her forehead, and her breathing turned rapid and shallow.

Qin Yun walked ahead, his steps steady, pace neither fast nor slow, always maintaining a one-meter distance behind her. It was as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

"Adjust your breathing—in through the nose, out through the mouth—inhale for three steps, exhale for two."

Han Wei immediately followed his advice, forcing herself to calm her heartbeat.

"Qin Ye is so meticulous, even teaching breathing techniques."

"Come on, beauty, this isn't even the real start yet."

"Who is this beauty? In one minute, I want all her details."

"Same here—I want to treat this beauty to Shaxian snacks."

Seeing this comment, Qin Yun smiled: "Han Wei, someone wants to treat you to Shaxian food."

Han Wei's breathing had slightly steadied—Qin Yun's method was working.

She replied, breathless: "I'll take a serving of fried noodles—spicy."

Qin Yun laughed, then began describing the surroundings. His voice was calm, as if chatting casually, but in truth, he was distracting Han Wei while also educating the livestream audience.

"This is the midsection of Changping Gorge, around 3,500 meters altitude—a high-altitude transitional zone."

"Look at the trees on the left—Usnea, commonly called beard moss. It only grows where the air is extremely clean."

"These black gravel underfoot are glacial till—sharp-surfaced and slippery. Always plant your feet firmly."

He paused, slowed his step, and bent down to pick up a withered yellow leaf.

"This is alpine rhododendron. In June, when it blooms, the entire mountain turns red. Now it's dormant, with deep roots—but don't pull it. Vegetation here is fragile and hard to restore."

"Learned something—Qin Ye is incredibly knowledgeable."

"Qin Ye is literally a walking encyclopedia—this stuff comes so naturally."

"Awesome—he's got it all figured out."

"Qin Ye is so hardcore—but can the camera focus on the beauty? I wanna see the beauty."

"Me too."

Watching Qin Yun's livestream, Han Wei had thought him incredibly formidable—but now, walking beside him, she only felt he was extraordinarily reliable, filling her with deep reassurance.

She didn't know if she could hold out until reaching her sister's disappearance site, but she believed that under Qin Ye's guidance, she would surely get close.

She would walk to where her sister vanished, and say to her: I'm sorry. I've come to take you home.

Unnoticed, the mist grew thicker, visibility dropping below ten meters.

The temperature had plunged below freezing; both had fully sealed their protective gear.

After climbing further, Qin Yun stopped and turned to face Han Wei.

"We're now at 3,900 meters. How are you feeling? Any altitude sickness?"

Han Wei shook her head: "I'm fine. No altitude sickness."

To prepare for this stretch of altitude sickness, she'd acclimatized for a long time—not just this trip, but she'd come here before.

Because if she couldn't even reach the base camp, the rest of the route was out of the question.

Qin Yun nodded approvingly: "Good. Rest for ten minutes. Replenish fluids and calories."

Then, each took a thermos from their backpacks, poured out warm glucose water, sipping slowly while eating energy bars.

As he bit into his energy bar, he spoke to the drone: "At high altitude, energy drains rapidly. If you don't eat, you'll be drained in half an hour—so we must always be ready to replenish."

With that, the drone slowly floated to face Han Wei, giving her a close-up.

In the frame, the girl looked calm, in good spirits, her beautiful features heartbreakingly delicate.

"Why hasn't anyone posted her info yet? Are you all that weak?"

"I feel for the beauty."

"So beautiful—I've never seen a girl this gorgeous in real life. Qin Ye, you've got it good."

Meanwhile, in a luxury villa complex in Shanghai, a figure rushed into the study.

"Second brother, something terrible has happened."