Terror Below the Cliff

It's coming... it's coming!

Finally, it's here!

A flash of inspiration struck Di Xin, and in an instant, he understood the intentions of those Daoist cultivators.

Perhaps the tiger that appeared earlier was just a small appetizer. The real feast was here!

A hundred-zhang deep cliff. Let alone them, even a Qi Cultivator with profound cultivation wouldn't fare well if they plummeted straight down like this.

The other party had truly gone to great lengths!

They had actually tampered with Tiger Head Cliff.

Yin Jiao was alone on the cliff, and the tiger head stone hadn't broken. When Di Xin stepped on it, it also hadn't broken. It only broke when Di Xin was two zhang away from the Crown Prince.

Even if he wanted to sacrifice himself to save the Crown Prince, he couldn't. Unless... he used his Magic Power!

But wouldn't that be exactly the result those Daoist cultivators wanted to test?

If he didn't use Magic Power, not only would the Crown Prince surely die, but he might not be able to escape either.

This scheme... it was truly too vicious!

Moreover, knowing it was the other party's plot, he was helpless to break it.

Either die, or be exposed!

This move was even more sinister than Yang Jian transforming into the Sky-Howling Dog to bite him.

Di Xin understood this truth in an instant, and his body was already falling rapidly. Yin Jiao was also falling quickly below him, especially with his hands and feet bound, he was like a log.

What should I do?

Just as this question flashed through Di Xin's mind, two lines of text suddenly appeared before his eyes.

The System had finally shown him a way.

He didn't even have time to read the description of the first option, his gaze falling directly on the second.

[Option Two: Go with the flow. Mission Reward: Three sets of materials for refining beginner puppets.]

Go with the flow... go with the flow...

Di Xin quickly glanced at the first option. Seeing that it still involved the Immortal Beast Azure Ox, he paid it no further attention, merely quickly recalling the meaning of those four words.

It meant that no matter what, he couldn't die. As long as he did nothing, he would survive.

Because the Daoist cultivators wouldn't dare to kill him so inexplicably right now.

Just go with the flow.

But what about Yin Jiao?

Would Yin Jiao die?

"Jiao'er..."

"Jiao'er..."

Di Xin shouted loudly, slashing his saber fiercely against a nearby rock.

Unfortunately, due to the speed of their fall, the saber's edge only managed to spark against the rock face, unable to deeply embed itself into the cliff.

His body continued to plummet at high speed, the surrounding scenery blurring into streaks. For the first time, he felt himself so close to death.

Should I use my Magic Power to save Yin Jiao first, and then leave the rest to fate!

As soon as this thought flickered through his mind, the next moment, he was shocked to find that during the fall, the distance between him and Yin Jiao was gradually shortening. It was about two zhang before, and now it was at most about one zhang.

It was the saber, the General-Slaying Saber in his hand.

This saber weighed fifty-six jin. Di Xin held it firmly, and its weight added to his own, causing his falling speed to be significantly faster than Yin Jiao's.

With this realization, he directly abandoned the idea of using the saber to embed into the cliff to slow his descent. Instead, he bent his arm, retracted the saber, and turned his entire body, along with the saber, into one unit to reduce wind resistance, and headed straight for Yin Jiao.

Eight chi...

Seven chi...

Six chi...

As they got closer to the canyon floor, the distance between Di Xin and Yin Jiao continued to shrink.

Below the cliff, the massive tiger-head-shaped rock crashed into the lush bushes with a dull thud.

The uneven giant rock was like a monstrous beast devouring everything, welcoming the arrival of the two falling figures, one large and one small.

"Wuwuwu..."

With his hands and feet bound and his mouth stuffed with rags, Yin Jiao continued to emit beast-like sounds.

His eyes could see that he was getting closer and closer to the hard, massive rock, and above him, his Father King was also falling rapidly.

It seemed that the outcome was already decided, and Yin Jiao's voice was filled with despair.

"Whoosh..."

Di Xin, falling at high speed, his robes fluttered in the fierce wind.

Finally, just before falling onto the giant rock, he grabbed Yin Jiao.

He threw the saber in his hand and then, holding the Crown Prince with both arms, prepared to cushion his fall at the last moment with his own body.

Just as he was about to crash onto the rock, and his hands were ready to lift Yin Jiao high, a large patch of white cloud suddenly appeared out of nowhere on the rock, precisely between Di Xin and the rock.

Di Xin landed on the white cloud, as if falling into a pile of thick cotton. Although the jarring sensation of weightlessness was still obvious, he sustained no injuries.

He glanced at the white cloud beneath him in surprise, watching it slowly dissipate on its own. In the end, he and the Crown Prince found themselves sitting on the giant rock.

"Jiao'er, are you alright!"

Quickly cutting away the ropes from Yin Jiao and removing the cloth from his mouth, Di Xin asked with concern.

"Father King... this son is unharmed..."

As soon as Yin Jiao finished speaking, he burst into tears, throwing himself into Di Xin's embrace. He had never felt his Father King's care like this before.

Although he was still young, he had understood in that moment that his father was prepared to sacrifice his own life to protect him.

"It's good that you're unharmed, good that you're unharmed!"

Di Xin patted Yin Jiao's head, leaped off the large rock, and looked around in all directions.

Although he saw nothing, he still cupped his hands in a bow towards all directions and said loudly, "Di Xin thanks the Immortal for the rescue!"

He knew clearly in his heart that the tester wouldn't let him die just like that, which was why the white cloud had appeared.

However, if he, Di Xin, were not a Qi Cultivator, and the System had not stolen those treasures from the Daoist sects, his actions would have been completely reasonable.

In fact, if both of the above premises were true, by normal standards, Di Xin wouldn't even know why Yin Jiao was captured or why he and the Crown Prince fell off the cliff.

Di Xin called out several times, but apart from the echoes from the surrounding mountains, there was no response.

In front of his eyes, however, a System notification appeared, indicating a reward had been received.

The materials needed to refine three sets of beginner-level Puppets had appeared in his System space.

"Jiao'er, who put you on the cliff?"

After a brief glance at the materials, Di Xin asked.

Yin Jiao recounted the events. He only knew that the burly man who had abducted him had placed him there; he knew nothing else.

Seeing that he couldn't get any valuable clues, Di Xin stopped asking.

After spending some time searching for the discarded General-Slaying Saber, he led Yin Jiao down the cliff, seeking a path towards the foot of the mountain.

After several detours, they encountered Huang Feihu and his party, who were searching for them, on the way. Di Xin remained tight-lipped about the incident, refusing to discuss it.

Huang Feihu did not press the matter. Seeing that the Crown Prince had returned safely, everyone surrounded Di Xin, found his Swift Horse, and the group majestically returned to Chaoge.