Chapter 395

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Camp at 5,800 meters altitude.

Advance camp at 6,500 meters altitude.

The famous North Col ice wall, cutting across the yellow band, three major steps, cutting across the rock face.

From the base camp of Zhufeng, listening to Bai Liang's summit progress via walkie-talkie, Wu Jing and Zhang Chaoyang felt utterly bewildered.

Both had done considerable research and knew roughly how long normal commercial climbs take to reach certain checkpoints.

The progress of a few hundred meters at a time seemed insignificant, but this wasn't walking on flat ground—the difficulty and risk far exceeded climbing a few hundred meters of stairs.

Yet the periodic updates and checkpoint reports over the walkie-talkie, when timed, were genuinely unbelievable.

Is this really an all-god-tier mountaineering team?!

But they clearly brought along a "dead weight" named Bai Liang.

In fact, not just them—even the team's own god-tier climbers found it damn strange.

Could it really be this smooth?

When did this world's highest peak suddenly become so gentle?

After much thought, only the word "gentle" could truly express the visceral feeling of this summit attempt.

Remember, this majestic mountain, godlike in its grandeur, has claimed the lives of around three hundred climbers.

This is the world's largest open-air cemetery!

About two hundred corpses remain on the mountain to this day; due to extreme cold, their bodies are preserved exactly as they died, exposed beside the trail, becoming the most terrifying "colorful markers" on Earth.

They seem like warnings from the mountain to anyone who dares to summit.

Sometimes climbers must step over the corpses of their own kind to continue forward.

Yet this time, the majestic, icy "god" seemed to smile.

Along the entire route, they encountered zero risk; even their physical conditions were excellent, with no severe adverse reactions.

At most, they felt slightly dizzy—but at this altitude, if you didn't get dizzy at all, that would be suspicious.

This isn't a park stroll.

During a brief rest on a relatively open stretch, Bai Liang climbed onto a large rock and gazed at the summit, which now seemed not far at all.

Standing perfectly straight.

Humans are always insignificant before mountains; the snow-capped summit loomed like a giant looking down, scrutinizing every challenger.

Sunlight refracted off the snow, glittering as if draped in radiance.

The sky was deep blue, cloudless, almost transparently pure.

But under his gaze, the mountains themselves seemed to bow their heads.

The smoothly ascending drone and handheld camera lenses faithfully recorded this moment.

——

"Holy shit! He actually summited! Awesome!"

After receiving the news, Wu Jing felt a pang of envy.

Not that I'm

Sour! Really sour!

His own retreat was heartbreaking, but someone else's success genuinely kept him awake.

He should've gone with them.

They still didn't fully understand the details of the climb, but the full video footage and extensive drone recordings would surely satisfy everyone's curiosity.

It was basically cloud-summiting.

Hmm. Actually, the whole process was kind of boring.

Bai Liang's summit had zero drama—it might even be less exciting than "The Climbers."

The scenery along the way was certainly eye-catching, though.

But among three people, there's always a genius.

They say going up is easy, coming down is hard. A dull ascent doesn't mean the descent can't be wild.

The documentary's real highlights are right here!

And now, something that shocked Wu Jing and Zhang Chaoyang happened.

They were still waiting for the climbing team to return the same way, when Bai Liang suddenly appeared from below.

When he saw Bai Liang arriving at Zhufeng Base Camp by car, Wu Jing thought he was hallucinating.

Shouldn't Bai Liang still be descending? How did he suddenly appear right in front of him, fresh and lively?

Wu Jing couldn't figure it out—he felt like he was watching a magic trick.

The kind where the magician stands clearly in front of the stage, then blinks and appears behind you.

It made you exclaim "Amazing!" and wonder if he had a twin.

"Did you jump down from the mountain?!"

"You didn't know there's an elevator on top of Zhufeng? You can take it straight down after summiting." Bai Liang sounded genuinely surprised.

He also wore a look of utter innocence.

This expression completely fooled Wu Jing—he stood there with his mouth wide open, stunned: "Huh? There's an elevator?!"

"Yeah! It's a classified project—you didn't know, right?"

"I really didn't know," Wu Jing hesitated.

Looking at the Wolf, who either looked dazed from altitude sickness or just wasn't quite right in the head, Bai Liang felt a strange, mocking sense of déjà vu—like teasing a fool.

Elevator on Zhufeng, ceramic tiles on the Great Wall, railings along the Yellow River, a lid for the Pacific Ocean.

The legendary four great projects.

Aiyeh~ Wu Jing actually hesitated for a moment. Looks like his head really is spinning.

"Wrong!"

When Bai Liang leisurely went to pack his things, Wu Jing finally realized he'd been tricked.

What the hell, did they install an elevator on top of Zhufeng? Why don't you just put the elevator in outer space?

Guo Fan: Aiy~ That's a great idea!

"How the hell did you get down?"

"I took the elevator down."

"Bro, are you messing with me like a Japanese? Come on, can't I just call you Brother Liang?!"

"No way. If I told you ahead of time, it'd spoil the plot. I had to trick you into buying a membership to watch the documentary. Oh right, there's also a really fun Easter egg."

Bai Liang smiled slyly, dragging out Wu Jing's curiosity, making it clear he was determined to keep this secret.

Go watch it. I put everything inside~

Wu Jing listened, scratching his head and pacing, desperate to know.

Even though he already had a terrifying guess, he still wanted to hear Bai Liang describe it himself.

Forget about the Zhufeng elevator—it's nonsense. If I believed that, the movie I'd be filming wouldn't be Wolf Warrior, it'd be Stupid Dog.

Zhang Chaoyang was also frustrated by the suspense, but he planned to buy the documentary's rights, so he'd get to see it early anyway—he wasn't as eager as Wu Jing.

Besides, once the rest of the Dengshan team returned, this story would be easy to verify.

But these guys seemed to have been warned ahead of time; they all just smiled and stayed silent.

Their expression toward Bai Liang was no longer the ordinary respect shown to VIP clients or big investors.

Respect for money and genuine admiration for the person are different.

The difference was glaring.

Especially the foreigner—he came down and immediately asked Bai Liang for an autograph and a photo. They hadn't done that before.

But Wu Jing and the others cracked the case thanks to what was in Bai Liang's bag!

"Holy shit! Don't tell me you jumped down wearing this?!"

Seeing the clearly reinforced wingsuit and the folded parachute, Wu Jing sucked in a long, sharp breath.

"This is an Ultraman costume."

Since discovering how fun it was to tease Wolf Warrior, Bai Liang had grown even more fond of openly lying to him.

But Wu Jing ignored this teasing, sincerely saying: "Brother Liang, you're truly insane."

"Not bad. I've just helped you build up some experience. Next time, I'll take you along."

"Thanks, no thanks! I actually want to live a few more years!"

Compared to his earlier fascination with Zhufeng, Wu Jing now firmly and clearly refused.

He would never touch that thing!

But his tolerance for Bai Liang's outrageous stunts was surprisingly high.

He was just shocked—not utterly incredulous.

Because he was starting to get used to it; after all, Bai Liang had done similar things before, it was just that this time the risk was even higher.

Besides, if he could survive this, Wu Jing figured he shouldn't be too superstitious about science.

Bai Bai Daxian might actually have something real going on.

At the same time, his interest in Bai Liang's documentary skyrocketed.

He desperately wanted to see the footage of his ascent and descent—and Bai Liang said there was an Easter egg? Why would a documentary even have an Easter egg?!

After the entire Zhufeng trip ended, he asked about the documentary's release date and learned it was in October—then Wu Jing suddenly realized something.

Shit!

The Climbers.

This big anniversary film might get knocked down by a documentary.

Although Bai Liang's documentary wouldn't screen in theaters, so there'd be no box office comparison.

But both were about Zhufeng, and with Bai Liang's massive attention, even on video platforms it'd inevitably be compared to the movie.

He could already picture how people would trash The Climbers.

Just one line: Not as good as the documentary.

He couldn't help thinking of Bai Liang's new nickname in the industry: The Ghost of Synchronous Release!

Meaning: No matter the movie or TV drama, if it releases alongside Bai Liang's work, it's doomed.

There were plenty of cases proving it.

Before, when Wu Jing teamed up with Bai Liang to "bully" others, he'd felt amazing, ecstatic.

Now he suddenly realized this capybara was probably going to "take care of" him too.

After all, making a movie—experienced filmmakers know halfway through whether the film's a flop, and have no idea how to salvage it.

They just grit their teeth and keep shooting.

So Wu Jing was extremely "confident" about The Climbers' quality.

Now he could only be grateful.

Thank goodness it's just a documentary!

But before The Climbers suffers, someone else might suffer first.

Bai Liang brought some interesting little gadgets up to Zhufeng.

——

Today was an ordinary day.

The entertainment circle was calm.

No one got married, no one divorced, and no one cheated.

The trending topics were Yang Mi's girlish charm and Liu Shishi's mature womanly allure.

Liu Shishi, who had just returned after giving birth, seemed to have adjusted well—even appearing more beautiful than before~

This instantly drew a flood of lecherous stares, directly overshadowing Big Mi Mi's girlish image.

Then a bunch of people declared they were sworn enemies with Zhao Youting, leaving Gao Yuanyuan utterly baffled.

Just as these female stars were going about their daily female rivalry and beauty contests, a capybara suddenly updated his Weibo.

His Weibo had been silent for nearly a week, with no updates of his usual handsome photos.

But this time, he posted a photo that wasn't particularly handsome.

Yet to some, it was stunningly handsome.

Reached the summit of Zhufeng!

You can't take especially handsome photos up there—everyone looks ugly in their gear—but the background in the photo perfectly made up for it!

"Holy shit, Great Immortal! You actually climbed it?! For real?!"

"I spotted the Red Bull logo—it's definitely real. I knew he'd pull off something huge. This is insane! This guy's energy is endless; he's always causing chaos, and yet he never gets hurt."

"Brave people enjoy the world first, but isn't this a bit too brave? He just went? By the way, where are Wu Jing and Zhang Chaoyang? Are they in this group?"

"What kind of tourism is this? Is your studio insane? You go to the summit of Zhufeng for tourism?"

"I can't look at the word 'tourism' the same way anymore."

"That's exactly the kind of thing he'd do. Can the domestic entertainment industry really compete at this level? Hmm… better not. This standard's too high—and unnecessary."

"I give up! Great Immortal, what the hell are you holding?! Is this how you advertise?!"

"Holy shit, second photo just dropped. That director's name—wasn't it Jiao? I think he should kowtow to Great Immortal."

"Ah, well, kowtowing makes sense. I say, I'll buy a ticket to watch it! Animation's fine~"

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Correct. After posting the first normal group photo, Bai Liang posted another.

On the summit of Zhufeng, the climbing team unfurled a movie poster for Nezha.

He was even holding a Nezha action figure!

The promotional intensity was downright overwhelming.

Now everyone suspects whether Jiao and Bai Liang are adoptive brothers, helping each other out like this.

The promotional push for his voice-acted movie felt only comparable to when he promoted Wolf Warrior 2 during Flower Children 3.

But back then, it was just perfect timing—Bai Liang never unfurled a Wolf Warrior 2 poster in the African wilderness.

This time? The ads have been blasted all the way to the top of the world.

One can't help suspecting: did this guy climb Zhufeng just to promote the movie?

Watching the increasingly exaggerated online hype around Nezha: The Demon Child Comes to the World, and seeing the release date draw nearer,

the Shanghai Fortress crew now sensed something was off.

This vibe—how similar it was to the pre-release atmosphere of Wolf Warrior 2!

Bai Liang's bizarre outside-the-box tactics and the absurd attention he pulled—déjà vu was identical.

But damn, can an animated film really make five to six billion at the box office?

And once the bow is drawn, there's no turning back!

Shanghai Fortress had promoted for so long—it could never back down now and pull the release.

Pulling out would mean losing face and dignity entirely.

Better to fight head-on.

And Teng Huatao, the "idea king," offered a sharp, unconventional perspective:

"He's panicked!"

"Huh?"

"He's using these weird tactics—what else could it be but panic?!"

Their recent marketing wasn't done in vain.

To deeply tie Bai Liang to Nezha and create a sensational generational clash between two top idols, they had pushed hard—manufacturing momentum.

Then Bai Liang sensed the "crisis," so he started using these outside-the-box moves.

This fully proves our strategy was right!

Though this theory felt slightly off, the Shanghai Fortress crew tacitly accepted it.

After all, they had no better option.

Having even a temporary excuse to convince themselves was better than nothing.

Only Lu Han felt his scalp itching, as if about to be beaten.

And not just beaten—brutally beaten!

Fortunately, Bai Liang wasn't doing well either.

His sneaky stunt, done behind Sister Yanzi's back, nearly made her fly into a rage when she found out.

After all, some things must be kept secret—otherwise Sister Yanzi would never agree.

Though Bai Liang was 100% certain of success, he couldn't explain it.

So the clever fellow thought of a better plan: tell her after it was done.

The cost was

Yanzi: I'm going to find someone to tattle to!

She didn't actually tattle to Mama Bai, but Bai Liang's phone over the past two days had been subjected to a massive "bombardment."

The young ladies were really about to explode!

Reba's sixty-second voice-message barrage — for the first time, Bai Liang didn't even listen to the whole thing;

Meng Jie nearly brought her own mother, Sister Qian, over to "take him in";

Evil Little Kitty directly transformed into a strict older-sister mode, the full aura of a Shandong big tough guy unleashed;

Little Sister Zhao declared she'd crack his head open with fake liquor — better to die at her hands than out there;

As for Nazha, she didn't seem angry.

She just smiled and said: "Next time I'll go with you."

That line sounded like encouragement, but actually carried a second meaning.

On the contrary, hers was the harshest of all!

Push it any further and it'd start to feel a bit yandere.

Yanzi still showed "mercy" — after all, there were plenty more people she could have notified, but she felt this "yield" was already enough to give Bai Liang a hard time.

Facts proved it really was the case.

Altitude sickness couldn't do anything to Bai Liang, but after returning to the plains, his head actually started to feel dizzy.

It felt like that childhood sensation of doing something outrageous and getting endlessly nagged by your own mother.

Fortunately, a gentle girl soon came to "heal" him.

Shancheng, the launch press conference of "Better Days."

The final victor of those young actresses' battle over the female lead, wearing a white dress, stood prettily before Bai Liang.

"Senior, long time no see!"

——

Regarding this rather exaggerated Mount Everest bit, I didn't dare write too much.

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