Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family

"Good."

The white-haired elder smiled faintly upon hearing this and said, "Among the Nine Peaks of Ziwei Mountain, there is a peak called the Main Peak. Behind it lies a sheer, thousand-foot cliff."

"If you can climb up that cliff, reach the summit, I will grant you an opportunity and accept you as my final disciple."

As his words fell.

Before Wang Lin could react, the white-haired elder gently pushed his palm against Wang Lin's shoulder.

In an instant.

With a scream, Wang Lin plummeted from an infinite height.

"This is the end of me!"

The violent wind around his ears stung Wang Lin's face, causing him to involuntarily close his eyes.

However.

The shattering impact he anticipated did not occur. As he descended at a high speed, about to crash into the ground, he instead bizarrely stopped with anti-gravity above the earth, then gently landed on the ground.

"Hmm?"

Wang Lin opened his eyes in confusion.

He saw layers of tree shadows under a high-hanging full moon. The figure of the white-haired elder had long vanished from this realm.

"Am I... not dead?"

Wang Lin looked down at himself in bewilderment until a great terror surged through him, the fear of life and death, turning his face pale with sweat the size of beans beading on his forehead.

Countless images of his near-death experiences flashed in his mind, filling him with a sense of dread.

"Just now... was that what it feels like to approach death?"

Wang Lin muttered to himself, then lifted his head, looking resolutely towards Ziwei Mountain under the night sky.

He didn't know who the white-haired elder was, but since he was tasked with escorting disciples who failed the test, his status on Ziwei Mountain couldn't be too high. Coupled with the elder's words about accepting him as a disciple, his status would far surpass Wang Hao, who was accepted as a true inheritor of one peak, warming Wang Lin's heart slightly.

"This Immortal senior doesn't seem friendly, his words cold, but he has a very good heart... Perhaps he said these grand words to encourage me, fearing I'd be unwilling."

Wang Lin shook his head slightly. As such a small figure, having someone want him on Ziwei Mountain was already great fortune, so how could he disdain the elder's status?

"This elder, though of low status in the family, was still willing to break the rules for me, accepting me as a disciple against precedence... I must not disappoint his intentions!"

With this thought, determination surged in Wang Lin's eyes as he walked decisively towards Ziwei Mountain in the night.

Soon, he arrived at the cliff beneath the Main Peak as the white-haired elder described.

Looking up, the cliff seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky. The pitch-black night resembled a wide mouth filled with fangs, silently ready to swallow him whole!

The cliff indeed, as the elder described, had no paths, only a few scattered protruding rocks and crevices extending upward.

For an ordinary person, this was an impossible task!

"Come on!"

Wang Lin took a deep breath, his eyes becoming a tranquil sea.

He knew this wasn't a test; any misstep this time would lead to total destruction, beyond redemption!

But...

"So what?"

Wang Lin's gaze hardened. He reached out to grab a crevice in the rock and began climbing upward.

Snap!

Hardly had he climbed twenty meters when the tree branch, as thick as a finger, which extended diagonally from the rock face under his right foot, suddenly snapped.

Wang Lin's foot slipped, he was about to fall, but thankfully, two fingers were wedged into a crevice, preventing him from shattering on the ground.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!

Dangling on the rock face by just two fingers, the wind howled past him, causing him to sway and stumble.

He glanced down, where the massive rocks had shrunk to the size of fists, and his fingers wedged in the crevice were worn open, exposing white bone.

"Come!"

With gritted teeth, Wang Lin, drawing on strength from an unknown source, pushed himself up with just those two fingers, stepping again onto the perfectly vertical, pathless cliff!

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...

Meanwhile.

Upon returning to Ziwei Mountain, the elderly appearance of the white-haired elder visibly transformed into youth; the wrinkles on his face vanished, and the once weary eyes turned brilliantly profound.

"Patriarch!"

"Greetings to the Patriarch!!"

The Nine Peaks Peak Master and the Great Elders, already waiting respectfully in two lines at the mountain's gate, immediately stepped forward to greet Chen Zhixing.

Chen Zhixing nodded slightly in response, his steps unfaltering, heading towards the Main Peak.

The crowd of Elder Peak Masters hastened to follow.

"Zhixing, that cliff has almost no leverage points and rises a thousand meters high. Even cultivators at the Treasure Body Realm find it impossible to climb. How can an ordinary person, who has never undergone cultivation and has a frail constitution, possibly ascend such a near-vertical cliff through sheer human strength?"

Chen Tianchen couldn't help but shake his head with a bitter smile, unable to understand what Chen Zhixing was thinking.

The remaining Elder Peak Masters, though not daring to speak it out loud, had a slight bitter smile in their hearts.

If the Patriarch is optimistic about this Wang Lin, why would he deliberately send Wang Lin to his death?

But if he's not optimistic, why would the Patriarch break the rules for him and even personally send him off?

In today's world, who is worth the Patriarch's effort to such an extent?

They really couldn't figure it out.

"Oh? Do you all truly think he can't accomplish it?"

Chen Zhixing suddenly smiled slightly and said.

"Uh... that's only natural."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"How could a mere mortal climb such a sheer cliff?"

"It's already the limit for ordinary people to climb a hundred-meter cliff equivalent to dozens of stories. How could they tackle a vertical thousand-meter wall?"

"I'm afraid at the high point, the fierce wind alone would blow him off the cliff, not to mention external factors like interfering birds."

"Patriarch, you're overestimating the abilities of mere mortals."

"This young man named Wang Lin does indeed have remarkable resilience, a rarity even, but such tasks aren't accomplished by sheer will alone."

The Elder Peak Masters all shook their heads in disagreement.

"Hahaha, then how about we make a bet?"

Chen Zhixing laughed heartily and said, "If my disciple can indeed reach the summit of the main peak by tomorrow during the Chou hour, would you each present him with a welcoming gift?"

"Why not?"

The Elders were taken aback, then stroked their beards with a smile and agreed, not believing Wang Lin could succeed.

"Then let's wait and see."

Chen Zhixing smiled slightly, without further explanation.

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...

Time passed slowly.

Soon, it was the Chou hour of the next day.

On a cliff behind the main peak, Chen Zhixing sat cross-legged, with rows of Peak Master Elders standing behind him, creating an imposing atmosphere.

"Patriarch, there's only half a moment until the Chou hour."

Qingxuan, the Peak Master of the Fifth Peak, reminded with a smile.

"Hahaha, it's rare to see the Patriarch lose once."

"Patriarch, this time you might be mistaken."

The other Peak Master Elders also joked.

"No worries."

Chen Zhixing's expression remained calm, showing no sign of haste.

The Peak Master Elders, seeing this, couldn't help but raise their eyebrows slightly.

Oh?

Sitting so calmly?

Could it be... Wang Lin really could climb this sheer wall with human effort?

In the midst of their surprise and doubt.

Under the high-hanging full moon, bathed in its bright light.

With the sound of heavy breathing, a slender figure, soaked in sweat, with clothes clinging to his body, suddenly jumped up powerfully, landing on the cliff.

In an instant.

"Ah???"

The Peak Master Elders all widened their eyes in disbelief, first looking at Wang Lin as if they had seen a ghost, and then turning their gaze to Chen Zhixing, unable to suppress a gasp.

A touch of a smile slowly appeared on Chen Zhixing's unparalleled handsome face.

As long as Wang Lin doesn't give up, he will surely succeed!

What Celestial Chosen Protagonist ever died from falling?

"Hahaha, Elder in White, I..."

Finally managing to climb the sheer cliff and stand on it, Wang Lin's face was barely about to light up when he suddenly saw the dozen or so figures quietly waiting for him ahead.

Each figure exuded a mysterious, powerful aura, like immortals descending to the world!

Especially the white robe with Ziwei Flower stitched on the sleeves, he recognized at once, it was the emblem of the Ziwei Chen Family's Peak Master and Elders!

In an instant, the smile on Wang Lin's face froze.