150: Chapter 150 Taihang, Here I Come!

It was a lonely, endless expedition.

Chen Xi walked alone through the continuous, deep mountain forests.

By day, the scorching sun beat down, soaking his clothes, which had long since lost their original color.

At night, the biting wind chilled him to the bone; he could only curl up in a cold cave, relying on the last remnants of his body heat to ward off the freezing cold that threatened to freeze his very marrow.

Food had long since run out.

He began to live like a savage, relying on the composition analysis function of the 【super fertilizer】 to distinguish which plant roots could satisfy his hunger and which wild fruits were not highly toxic.

Occasionally, he could use a 【slingshot】 to kill some wild rabbits and pheasants, and using the most primitive method of drilling wood for fire, roast a feast that, while not delicious, was enough to replenish his protein.

He was like a lonely ghost, wandering in this primitive and dangerous mountain range.

The seventh day.

He stood at the edge of a bottomless cliff.

The other side was dozens of meters away.

Below were rolling seas of clouds and howling mountain winds.

This was a dead end not marked on the map.

Going around it would take at least three more days.

Chen Xi did not hesitate.

He waited until the night was at its darkest, then took out the equipment disguised as a pair of 'Windwalker' brand running shoes from his system space.

He took a deep breath, stepped back, and started his run-up.

At the edge of the cliff, he leapt with all his might.

His body traced a resolute arc in the air, falling toward the abyss below.

Just at the moment he reached maximum falling speed, he activated the electromagnetic adsorption function of the running shoes.

A powerful force jerked his entire body upward and then firmly attached him to the vertical rock wall on the opposite side.

Like a gecko, he climbed up silently and finally scrambled over the cliff.

The fifteenth day.

In a valley, he encountered a pack of hungry wolves.

A dozen pairs of green eyes surrounded him in the darkness.

Cold saliva dripped onto the ground from their sharp fangs.

Chen Xi did not choose to fight.

He took out the multi-functional integrated staff disguised as a 'Backpacker' brand hiking pole.

He set the power to the maximum electric shock mode.

"Zzzzt—"

A blinding blue electric arc erupted from the tip of the hiking pole, instantly illuminating the entire valley.

The wolf pack let out a fearful howl, tucked their tails, and fled in panic.

The twentieth day.

He could no longer tell the direction, nor could he remember the date.

Long periods of trekking and malnutrition had brought his body to the brink of collapse.

He leaned against a dead tree, lacking even the strength to lift a finger.

His vision began to blur, and his consciousness gradually sank away.

He knew he was reaching his limit.

With his last ounce of strength, he took out the bottle of nanobot energy supplement disguised as a 'Ledong' sports drink from his system space.

He unscrewed the cap and downed it in one go.

A cold but surging liquid slid down his throat into his stomach.

Countless nanobots instantly poured into his limbs and bones, repairing his damaged muscles and replenishing his exhausted energy.

He slowly stood up.

His eyes became clear and firm once again.

He glanced into the distance at the still continuous, endless mountains.

Then, he took a step and continued forward.

He didn't know how much longer he walked.

He finally crossed the last mountain ridge.

The scene before him suddenly opened up.

It was a morning.

The sun had just risen above the horizon, casting its golden radiance and gilding the continuous mountain range with a sacred outline.

He stood at the peak of a steep mountain, overlooking the world below.

It was a magnificent picture scroll he had never seen before.

The towering mountains, like the spines of giant dragons, stretched across the vast land.

Between the valleys, wisps of cooking smoke rose slowly in the morning breeze.

Patches of newly reclaimed terraced fields extended from the foot of the mountain to the hillside; although barren, they were full of the breath of life.

Further away, in the vaguely visible village, a small group of troops in gray military uniforms were drilling on the threshing floor.

Their movements were not uniform, even a bit clumsy.

But their chants were loud and powerful.

A melodious, hopeful bugle call came from the other end of the valley, echoing through the mountains.

Chen Xi watched quietly.

He could feel that this land contained an incomparably powerful, weed-like tenacious vitality.

This was not a desperate dead city waiting to be saved, like Nanjing.

This was a land that was nurturing hope, gathering strength, and full of vitality.

This was what he wanted to see.

The true, unyielding backbone of this nation.

A huge, indescribable excitement and passion erupted from his chest.

Facing the rising sun, a long-lost, heartfelt, and incredibly brilliant smile appeared on his face.

He opened his arms as if to embrace this vast, war-torn land.

He used all his strength to shout out to the mountains, to this land of hope.

"Taihang, I have arrived!"