Chapter 2: Just Transmigrated and Forced to Jump Off a Cliff

"A treasure that can't kill people?" Chen Yi He said that, and Bai Yi Shu Sheng was a bit dazed.

"A treasure that can't kill people?" The boss hiding in the distance, spying, heard this and fell into thought, "Can't kill? Treasure?"

But he immediately realized he'd been tricked, "Damn it, good thing I kept my guard, otherwise this brat really would have fooled me! Brothers, grab your weapons!"

Chen Yi He never expected this group of bald thugs to be on guard against him.

The Evil People Gang made a comeback, their faces full of anger, they emerged again from the forest.

"You brat deserve to die, daring to cheat us!!"

Chen Yi He panicked, he pulled out his phone from his pocket, facing the bald boss, "Don't come over, don't force me to act!"

"Click!" A flash of white light.

The boss was still startled, but seeing he was unharmed, he became fierce, "I spit, still using this thing to scare your grandpa!"

"Watch me hack you to death, brat!!"

"You damn it!"

The bald thugs came with great force, setting down the broadswords they carried on their shoulders……

The white-clad scholar trembled as he asked Chen Yi He, "What should we do now?"

Chen Yi He patted his shoulder, solemnly saying, "It started because of you, hold on, brothers, see you in the jianghu!" As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and ran.

The white-clad scholar had never seen such a cunning man, leaving him to face the Evil People Gang alone.

Chen Yi He ran unexpectedly, the bald thugs behind him became even more furious, their roars shaking off many leaves.

"Brat, I will have you die."

Seeing them approach with blades, the white-clad scholar stood there awaiting death, thinking that running would also be certain death.

"Swish swish swish." The bald thugs raised their broadswords and swept past the white-clad scholar like the wind.

Their target had already bypassed the white-clad scholar and locked onto Chen Yi He; how could the mighty Evil People Gang tolerate this insult?

A con artist had made him kneel and scram, more hateful than a thief! Moreover, he had a treasure on him! Once caught, they must chop him forty-seven times, no, ninety-nine times, chop him to pieces.

Chen Yi He had the white-clad scholar cover his back; he ran drenched in sweat, trembling with fear, using all his strength, his legs like two high-speed engines, "putter putter putter" flying.

If high school still tested the 1000-meter run like middle school, with his desperate speed he would surely be first.

The Evil People Gang's bald thugs waved their knives, looking ferocious, several times they caught up to Chen Yi He, but this brat was too cunning; each time just a hair's breadth away, he dodged by using the trees' cover, narrowly escaping.

"You still dare to run? I'll catch you and see how I kill you!" The boss was panting from running, he bent his upper body, gripped his waist, the flab on his belly jiggling.

Chen Yi He ran for his life, using the tangled, complex trees as cover.

The boss was confident this con artist couldn't escape; following his escape direction, the forest's end was a bottomless cliff, where he would have no choice but to surrender.

"Hahaha! This forest is about to end; once out I'll blend into the crowd, see how you catch me!" Seeing a strong light at the forest's edge, Chen Yi He felt as if he saw hope; that strong light was his hope.

"Don't let him run, kill him ah ah ah!" The bald thugs' angry roars echoed in the forest.

Running out of the forest, what awaited Chen Yi He was actually a cliff.

Chen Yi He rushed to the edge of a cliff, he timely stopped his steps, looking back he saw his two feet had carved two deep, long marks on the ground.

Deep in a desperate situation, his heart filled with despair.

"Forward is the cliff, backward is the boss's blade; damn heaven, won't you give me a way to live?"

Chen Yi He gritted his teeth, a surge of sorrow and indignation rose in his heart.

Why, must he be driven to this point?

He is merely a senior high school liberal arts student, lacking nothing since childhood; how could Chen Yi He be willing to die?

With one month left until the college entrance exam, in a history class he secretly took out a wuxia novel he had just bought from a street stall; however, as soon as he opened the first page, he lost consciousness. The book's name was extremely odd, titled "Miraculous Wuxia Grand Melee"; Chen Yi He glanced at the cover and knew it was a pirated copy, he cursed the unscrupulous vendor in his heart.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already transmigrated here, hanging from a tree……

After great effort he got down, only to fall into a life-or-death crisis; Chen Yi He had never been this unlucky in his eighteen years.

He watched the charging bald thugs, caught between advance and retreat.

"Hahaha! You stinky brat can't run, huh? Go on, try running for your grandpa again!" The boss, supported by his lackeys, walked over, his tone extremely arrogant.

The gleaming broadswords all pointed at Chen Yi He, their snow-white blades reflecting his current sorry state.

"Don't come over, if you do I'll jump!" Chen Yi He didn't want to die, his legs trembling, his heart filled with despair and unwillingness.

"Jump, jump! Ahahaha!" The boss first laughed loudly, then his face turned grim, "Damn you for making me roll, my face is completely lost. Hand over the treasure, I'll consider leaving you a whole corpse."

Chen Yi He stared fixedly at the boss, pulling out his phone to threaten, "If I jump off, the treasure you want will disappear with me!"

The boss stared for a moment, then replied softly, "Go ahead and jump, treasures are hard to come by; I'll just bury you with it."

The boss had figured Chen Yi He wouldn't dare jump; after years in the jianghu, a glance at his trembling legs told him he wouldn't.

Chen Yi He saw the bald boss was unreasonable, his heart felt desolate, "Others who transmigrate all have that cheat, that system, I have nothing. I can only be chased dryly."

Chen Yi He wouldn't naively think he had the luck of a novel's protagonist, that jumping off a cliff wouldn't kill him.

In novels, protagonists often fall off cliffs and learn top martial arts, becoming unparalleled masters.

If it happened to him, just not dying from the fall would be good enough.

"I'll count to three; if you don't jump the cliff, don't blame my brothers for being ruthless. Hehe." The boss looked certain of victory, he licked his finger, then smeared saliva on his round bald head.

Chen Yi He's face was paler than a cold blade, a stubbornness rose in his heart, "These bastards look like they won't let me go…… dying sideways or upright, nowhere is there any life for me, Chen Yi He…"

He gritted his teeth, let out bold words, "If I, Chen Yi He, don't die, even as a ghost I won't let you off!"

The howling wind swept past his ears, Chen Yi He decisively jumped off the cliff.

"This brat…… has some backbone." The boss's face turned dark, he hadn't expected Chen Yi He to really be a tough guy, he jumped off the ten-thousand-foot cliff without hesitation.

"Whoosh!" Suddenly a strip of white silk flew down from the cliff, faster than Chen Yi He's fall, it wrapped around him, winding around his waist again and again.

Chen Yi He halted in midair.

After a while, Chen Yi He suddenly felt his body begin to move, being pulled upward bit by bit.

"Am I being saved?"

He was being pulled up the cliff bit by bit.

The feeling of having survived a disaster was so real.

Upon looking up again, he dazedly saw the silhouettes of the bald strong men each flying backward, kicking up dust.

Chen Yi He's face was full of shock; he saw a woman stepping on their bald heads, light as a swallow, landing before him, her back to him.

Especially when she stepped on the boss's bald head, she raised her left leg high and kicked him in his ugly face.

"Thud thud thud!" The bald boss rolled and tumbled out.

"Boss!"

"Boss, are you alright?"

His subordinates were still rubbing their heads when they saw their boss fallen on the ground, unable to get up. They flew into a rage, raising their knives to slash at the woman.

The woman extended her arms, opened her palms, facing the group of burly bald men with her frail body, appearing to give just a light push…

"Bang!" The bald strong men flew backward one after another, trees snapping seven or eight…

"Ah, what a fine move 'Four Liang Move a Thousand Jin'—if I could do that, I wouldn't fear these bald guys." Watching the bald men topple east and west, Chen Yi He felt a sigh of emotion.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration went through his mind; the woman's few moves just now reappeared in his mind!

"Four of you hold that little girl, we four will tear that kid apart!" How could the bald boss let it go? He stood up, raised his knife over his head, and charged at Chen Yi He.

The woman had wanted to step in to protect Chen Yi He, but her body suddenly trembled; she clutched her chest, facing the four bald men charging at her, in that brief moment only she could dodge and defend herself! She sidestepped three knives, lightly kicked them away with her feet! When she turned her head to look at Chen Yi He, Chen Yi He was already surrounded!

She didn't have time to act!

The gleaming blade made Chen Yi He instantly think of Guan Yu's great sword in Dynasty Warriors, but reality isn't a game—he would be chopped into minced meat!

Behind him was the cliff; there was no retreat.

I don't know what came over him, but Chen Yi He lowered his head, likewise extended his arms, opened his palms, and struck out fiercely!

The momentum was like mountains overturning seas; the four bald strong men flew backward again! They snapped several more trees, and cries of anguish rose.

"Boss, turns out this kid was hiding his strength all along!"

Everyone present found it hard to believe, including that woman, including Chen Yi He himself…

Chen Yi He stared at his own hands in astonishment—what had granted them this power?