Daoist Qingshan was about the same age as my master, yet climbing the cliff seemed effortless for him.
Even though the cliff was steep, Daoist Qingshan moved incredibly fast.
Grabbing cracks in the rock face or vines, he scrambled upward with a whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuchen spoke up as well.
"I'll be second!"
With that, Zhang Yuchen ran over, grabbed the cracks in the cliff face, and rapidly climbed upward.
As long as one had enough true qi, stamina would certainly keep up.
What was lacking was climbing technique and the like.
Zhang Yuchen's cultivation was not as high as Daoist Qingshan's, but just as he had said, he was also extremely fast at scaling the cliff.
He was the skilled type, too. It seemed that back when he lived in the village, he had often climbed cliffs to gather medicinal herbs and dig out honey.
After Zhang Yuchen set off, Mao Jing and Pan Ling quickly followed.
They probably had not done this for the first time, so they seemed quite practiced.
At the same time, my master spoke to me.
"Xiao Jiang, you go too. Aunt Tang and I will watch from behind!"
My master was still worried about me. I nodded and did not waste words.
"Alright!"
With that, I carried the shoulder strap and slung Uncle Yu's backpack over myself as I began climbing up the cliff.
My master and Aunt Tang followed behind with Uncle Yu.
A cliff over thirty meters high would only be a few dozen steps on level ground, but climbing upward like this was truly exhausting.
Still, as long as we were careful, it was not too difficult to climb up.
However, none of us expected that when several of us had climbed to the middle of the