The Imprisoned Grandmaster

Ignoring Si Ming's reaction, she lay down and, using all four limbs, hurriedly crawled out of the hole.

Si Ming, savoring the lingering sensation in his chest, muttered to himself, "This was an expedient measure in an emergency, yes, an expedient measure in an emergency, definitely not an attempt to take advantage."

"In times of emergency, expediency is necessary"—what a beautiful phrase!

When Si Ming used to read martial arts novels, he noticed that whenever a female character was drugged by the villain, the male protagonist would loosen his belt and utter the phrase "expedient means in times of emergency." From that moment on, he developed a deep longing for the phrase "expedient means in times of emergency."

Although the difference in degree is vast, I finally managed to "make do in an emergency" today and achieved a small part of my childhood dream.

"All the Demon Beast are dead; the hillside is covered with their corpses. What do we do now?"

Murong Qing's voice came from outside the cave, interrupting Si Ming's reverie. He patted his face, trying to bring his attention back to the important matter at hand.

After climbing out of the cave, Si Ming looked around and found that, just as Murong Qing had said, the mountains and fields were covered with the corpses of Demon Beast. Some of them were still intact, while others were just broken limbs.

Perhaps due to the environment, there was surprisingly little nausea. In the low temperature, the remains and limbs were frozen, and the blood had turned into ice crystals. The smell of blood was very faint, and you couldn't smell anything unless you sniffed carefully.

Some of the corpses were covered with a layer of snow, appearing as a vast expanse of white from a distance, like blocks of ice, seemingly merging with the mountain peaks. It seemed that in a few days, once the snow completely covered the corpses, no trace of the fierce battle would be visible anymore.

"... I suddenly have a hunch that this mountain might be covered with the corpses of Demon Beast, and those things that look like rocks might actually be frozen remains," Si Ming said.

Murong Qing recalled the scene: during the climb, she was stepping on the heads of Demon Beast and holding their leg bones. If she accidentally fell into the snow, she would end up among the corpses of the Demon Beast. Her face quickly turned ugly. Even if she wasn't afraid of corpses, she would still feel resistant if she came into close contact with them.

"Stop talking, let's go check our luggage first. If it's all damaged, the next few days will be tough. Hopefully, there's still something usable."

If Si Ming had said that, the luggage would most likely have been completely destroyed. However, Murong Qing's character was clearly very strong. After searching the place where they had previously set up camp, he found that apart from the tent frame being broken and the energy-saving light bulb being crushed, everything else was intact.

After being activated by inputting True Qi, the two self-propelled suitcases moved freely on the snow without any signs of damage to their parts.

Si Ming looked up at the towering mountain peaks and said, "Anyway, let's climb the mountain first. Since there are people on the summit, there should be places to stay."

Murong Qing said, "I really don't understand why Spirit Transformation expert would stay in such a desolate place?"

"It's definitely related to last night's beast tide. We'll find out by asking people once we get up there."

Since the expert was introduced by his master, Si Ming did not think there would be any danger, so he used his lightness skill to climb upwards, with Murong Qing following closely behind.

On Earth, those top climbers who challenge the world's highest peak often form a team, wearing bulky clothing and carrying a lot of tools, and move laboriously towards the summit. Since there are no ready-made roads, they can only rely on ladders, ropes and other tools to help each other overcome obstacles. They often only climb a few meters in a day and also face the challenge of a 30% mortality rate.

Compared to them, Si Ming and Murong Qing, who were wearing thick coats, were relatively lightly dressed. They used their Internal Cultivation to resist the cold, and their strong physiques minimized the effects of the high altitude. With the help of their lightness skills, they were able to leap up steep slopes that would require ladders for ordinary people.

After four hours of effort, Si Ming finally saw the summit clearly and also figured out what the white lines connecting the four peaks were in the footage previously recorded by the aircraft.

Those were enormous iron chains that ran through the four mountain peaks, turning white because they were covered in snow.

Murong Qing pondered, "It feels like the other three mountain peaks are chained together to lock the middle one."

Considering the monster's roar earlier, Si Ming felt that she might have hit the nail on the head.

The two didn't exchange many words. After resting for a while, they continued climbing. Murong Qing showed signs of fatigue, indicating that she was running out of energy and that her Internal Cultivation was greatly depleted. So Si Ming did his best to help her, pulling her up the steps to conserve her energy.

As for Si Ming himself, the ultraviolet radiation actually filled his body with energy, which was inexhaustible and replenished faster than it was consumed.

"Finally reached the summit!"

Two hours later, Si Ming and Murong Qing finally reached the summit. The latter was so exhausted that she couldn't stand up and collapsed onto the ground with her hands on the ground.

Si Ming looked up and saw a woman dressed in a white mink coat sitting motionless on a rock on the edge of a cliff not far away, looking like a statue.

But she was clearly alone, because there wasn't a single snowflake on her.

Beside the woman stood a gun, with some frozen bloodstains on it. Si Ming guessed it was the blood of the Demon Beast from last night.

This scene evokes an indescribable feeling, as if it has withstood the test of millions of years, remaining eternally unchanged, witnessing the vicissitudes of human life.

"Senior, I am..."

Si Ming took out Yan Jinghong's letter and was about to introduce himself when suddenly the monster's roar came from beneath his feet again, causing the entire mountain to shake slightly.

Having learned from his previous experience, Si Ming immediately used his internal energy to calm his mind and clear his mind of distractions, and also helped Murong Qing in the process.

What kind of monster is suppressed inside this mountain?

He was merely expressing his feelings and didn't expect any answer, but the woman in the white coat did provide one.

"That's... the former Grandmaster."

Chapter 117 The Imprisoned Grandmaster

Upon hearing the unexpected identity, both Si Ming and Murong Qing were astonished.

Although the Su State is no longer the one-man show it once was, and the Grandmaster no longer has the right to make arbitrary decisions on national affairs, he remains a spiritual leader and a symbol of a lofty status.

Anyone who comes into contact with the social atmosphere of the Su State will never doubt the Grandmaster's appeal to the Mohist School disciples. If someone were to take the stage as the Grandmaster and issue a call to action, hundreds of millions of citizens would respond to the call.

The Mohist School has always been a disciplined organization with strong cohesion.

In the past, at the command of the Grandmaster, all the disciples of the Mohist School would gather, and even if there were mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, they would rush forward one after another, without hesitation.

In this modern age of enlightened people, there may be few disciples willing to risk their lives, but countless disciples willing to shed their blood.

In this respect, even the Legalist School, who are most particular about systems, cannot do it. The Legalist School force others to obey their orders and tell them the punishment for disobeying them, while the Mohist School make people willingly obey orders and go through fire and water for a common ideal.

As for the Confucian School who focused on the upper class, their words might have some effect on scholars, but the common people never listened to them. Therefore, in Li State, only famous scholars sacrificed themselves for righteousness, while the common people did not sacrifice their lives for justice.

As for Daoism, Daoist School yearns for liberalism and is known for its undisciplined nature, it is the weakest of the weak in terms of organizational ability. Even if the leader talks until he's hoarse, the other Daoists will still do whatever they want. You do your business, I'll cultivate my immortality, and we'll keep to ourselves. On the contrary, the Daoism that it originated from has a little bit of organizational ability, although it's only at a level where the pot calling the kettle black.