Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 156 155. Chase a Dream (Extra for the Silver League to complement Brother)

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Forbidden Zone No. 002.

Atop another peak, over a thousand meters away from the Qing Shan cliffs.

”I really miss it,” Uncle Li Dong said in the night, ”thinking back to the last time I climbed the Qing Shan cliffs over thirty years ago. Back then, my senior and I were both bursting with energy, trying to see who could carve their name higher.”

Itʼs a tradition among knights to climb the Qing Shan cliffs and carve their name at the spot where they first rest from exhaustion.

As a result, the senior carved his name at 212 meters, while Uncle Li Dong did so at 367 meters.

After returning, he bragged to his senior, only to be thoroughly beaten up by Chen Jiazhang, who had already unlocked the second layer of his genetic lock at the time.

Back then, he was neither the demigod of the present nor a figure revered by everyone as the contemporary Knight Leader, but just a green young fellow learning how to shave his beard.

Back then, he still had relentless drive and the courage of making irrevocable choices.

This time, Uncle Li Dong didnʼt tell Qing Chen about the knight tradition, as he wanted to see where this student would carve his name.

What surprised him though was that Qing Chenʼs name wasnʼt very high, only a little over a hundred meters up.

But Uncle Li Dong always felt that carving oneʼs name like this held more meaning.

”My student isnʼt bad, is he?” Uncle Li Dong boasted to someone nearby, ”Facing crossbow arrows without a hint of fear, and expressing silent disdain through the act of carving his name. If time could turn back, I would want to do it like him. Just thinking about it is thrilling.”

By his side, a Qing Shan Falcon of over three meters tall stood quietly.

The falconʼs feathers, large as knives and its powerful claws gripped the rock. With just a slight effort, it could crumble the rock as if it were tofu.

At that moment, however, the Qing Shan Falcon was giving Uncle Li Dong a look full of human expression, seemingly holding him in contempt for bragging: Itʼs your student who is impressive, not you.

Uncle Li Dong laughed, ”Still not convinced? Itʼs my eye for spotting good students! You see, I donʼt just take any student. I adhere to a principle of quality over quantity, being responsible for the Knight Organization!”

The Qing Shan Falcon rolled its eyes: Itʼs not like the old days when I had to chase you all over the mountains.

”A true man never boasts of his past bravery,” Uncle Li Dong said, ”how about we fight now? Iʼll swagger you bald!”

The Qing Shan Falcon shifted its huge body that could hide the sun: I donʼt stoop to your level.

Uncle Li Dong chuckled and turned his gaze back to Qing Chen, who was climbing upward like a gecko, becoming more skilled and resolute by the minute.

From the very beginning, what the Knight Organization valued most in recruiting new members was not ability, but temperament.

And Qing Chenʼs temperament, Uncle Li Dong felt, could certainly rank in the top three.

”Look teacher, I really did find a very good successor for our knights,” Uncle Li Dong remarked sentimentally.

Having said that, he stood up and started walking down the mountain path behind him, preparing to descend.

The Qing Shan Falcon chirped twice: Youʼre not watching? Heʼs only halfway up.

Uncle Li Dong waved a hand without turning back and laughed, ”Knights have an old saying, ʼI accompany him only part of the thousand-mile journey, beyond which I ask no questions, whether it storms or the sun shines.ʼ

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A gust of mountain wind whistled, causing Qing Chenʼs clothes to flutter loudly.

The young manʼs fingers were strong and firm in the cracks of the rock. He looked back at the scenery behind him, with the Forbidden Land before his eyes.

The sky had turned from deep black to a murky grey, with a giant tree in the distance standing tall, its sprawling crown spanning several kilometers, spectacular as if someone was softly narrating the opening chapter of a myth.

Qing Chen continued climbing upward, the magical white fruits of the Forbidden Land constantly repairing his body.

267 meters, left by Jiang Feifei.

312 meters, left by Li Linghong.

321 meters, left by Yang Dawei.

367 meters, left by Uncle Li Dong.

Qing Chen followed the white ʼfootprintsʼ of his predecessors on the cliffs.

One by one, these senior knights with their unique greetings accompanied him to this point.

But the higher he climbed, the fewer the names became.