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Chapter 430: Chapter 428: Descend the Mountain

The flag fluttered in the breeze, its blue cords with attached notes dancing unpredictably on the metal pole.

Next to the red flag, a slightly sci-fi-looking black figure stood tall and straight, as rigid as a spear. His storm suit perfectly contoured to his muscular physique, with the orange lines on his back particularly striking.

It was hard to imagine such a figure appearing at the summit of Mount Everest where temperatures fell below negative thirty degrees.

Even ordinary steel would become brittle in such frigid temperatures.

Bi Fang took out his live streaming device and recorded the scenery of the world’s highest peak with a wider angle; he also took a few third-person photos of himself as a keepsake.

And it was as he completed all this that,

the System’s voice finally sounded.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the breakthrough task, evaluation: perfect. The path of advancement is now activated. Task reward: Platinum Body received. Activate now?]

In an instant, the System panel unfolded, its pure sky-blue interface borders suddenly sprouted fine gold edges, adding a high-end touch to its sci-fi aura, and the originally gray plus signs after the standard four-dimensional data turned golden once more!

Enhanceable Status!

YES!

Even the now composed Bi Fang couldn’t help but feel excited and thrilled by this sight.

From his initial high spiritedness, to his self-control after the avalanche, to the forced acceptance when the climbing season was canceled, and finally to the turnaround of regaining what was lost—God knows what he went through internally!

Hadn’t he toiled so hard for this very moment?

He played for his dreams, but even more so for a bright future and prospects!

Being able to ascend Mount Everest today was not possible without the accumulation from every task he had completed before, which was truly a matter of silent accumulation resulting in a sudden outburst.

As long as this wasn’t a dream, even if the so-called System really was a conspiracy aimed solely at him, Bi Fang in this moment would accept it!

As for the reward, the Platinum Body.

The focus of this task was breakthrough, so the rewards were not plentiful, only the mystifying Platinum Body.

Bi Fang thought the name was a bit intimidating, always making him think of a man whose face was etched with invincibility.

Would his fists be harder than diamonds after using it?

He opened the description of the Platinum Body.

After use, you obtain a perfect physique—that is the so-called Platinum Body.

Perfect?

What is perfect?

Is there really a definition?

Bi Fang was puzzled, as everyone’s idea of perfection must be different, right?

For example, the perfect body for a bodybuilder is completely different from that for a fitness enthusiast.

After delving deep into the details, Bi Fang finally understood that the so-called perfection was just an optimized change to a certain extent.

It might make the lines of your abs more defined, smoother, and the muscle coordination better, but if you expect it to turn a fat belly into a ripped eight-pack overnight, you should just wash up and go to bed. Activating the Platinum Body could only make your belly rounder and smoother.

What a fine thing!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Bi Fang’s eyes lit up. Though it was just icing on the cake, according to the description, it was a perfect skill that could adjust everything from the skin texture to muscle lines, and from the skeletal framework to organ development!

Like the varying leg lengths everyone has, the slightly deformed fingers from writing too much for exams since childhood, the receding hairlines of middle-aged men, and the bow legs caused by various reasons…

Not to mention anything else, but just by eradicating uneven leg lengths, one might break the curse of veering off course when walking blindfolded!

Stow it away, stow it away.

Controlling his excitement, Bi Fang remembered that he was still on the highest peak in the world, and the reward was of no use to him at this moment. Already fighting drowsiness due to lack of oxygen, what would he do if he passed out?

Bi Fang was happy. After all the hardships, the instant he received his reward made all the toil vanish like smoke and clouds.

The journey to Mount Everest was successfully completed. It was time to go home!

After repacking his equipment, Bi Fang took one last look at the spectacular view from the summit, which he could enjoy all to himself, a rare benefit of the climbing season’s cancellation.

The summit of Mount Everest wasn’t very spacious, barely enough for one person. During the regular climbing season, it would have been like visiting a tourist hotspot during holidays.

Imagine a wealthy patron with four guides, each carrying two oxygen tanks – that’s already five people, not to mention the countless other rich climbers who come every year.

During the regular season, there’s no time to linger after reaching the summit. A few quick pictures, and then it’s time to start the descent; otherwise, staying a bit longer increases the danger for the people waiting behind you.

And who would be held responsible if something were to happen?

No one cares how you made it up; whether you blazed a new trail, climbed without oxygen, or raced to the top solo, you still have to eat the dust of those before you and get down quickly after taking your photos.

Bi Fang, being alone, could look as long as he wanted, savor the moment for as long as he wished. If he had the physique of a superhero, he could have stayed up there for two days without an issue.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible.

However, it was already 9:40, and Bi Fang had spent twenty minutes on the summit. He had done what needed to be done, seen what needed to be seen. It was a fulfilling life achievement.

Time to descend!

Meanwhile, the audience in the live stream was still debating over the identity of the wealthy donor who had given so generously to the ‘ashtray cause,’ arguing vehemently, with the conversation almost turning into a flame war.

It was like a festival in full swing, with resounding gongs, whistling fireworks, fluttering red flags, and crowds of people.

Some suspected Bi Fang was masquerading and orchestrating the whole thing himself; others thought it might be a secretive corporate CEO, and even more far-fetched was the speculation that it was a rich woman keeping Master Fang as her consort – not only supporting him financially but supposedly paying this much for the hope of having a child.

Coveting Master Fang’s superior genes!

???

Bi Fang was left with a figurative question mark over his head, thinking that if such a wealthy patroness really existed, it would truly be a sight for sore eyes.

The financial hole in the club wouldn’t need him to fill it then.

Lying down!

But Bi Fang was indeed curious about who the other person was, having never appeared before, and then vanished without a trace immediately after, without even a bubble left behind.

One million is not a small amount by any means, and even for him now, he would be reluctant to tip himself such an amount — that’s almost half lost to taxes!

Of course, Bi Fang was proud to contribute to his country, but this wasn’t exactly the way to do it. It was like buying cement and delivering it wasn’t enough; he had to mix and lay the bricks himself.

Bi Fang, carefully climbing down the Hillary Step, finally caught the audience’s attention, and they realized the ascent had come to an end.

[Damn, Old Fang, are you descending already? That was quick!]

[He stayed for twenty minutes. That’s quite a while.]

[What, was he going to live up there?]

[Ah, it was thrilling, but now that he’s descending, I can’t help feeling reluctant. All that effort to get up there…]

[It can’t be helped. You have to be content.]

“Although reaching the summit has ended, it does not mean the end of danger.”

“In fact, most disasters in mountain climbing usually happen on the way back down. This means reaching the summit is only half the success; a safe return is the ultimate triumph.”

For some reason, after successfully summiting, Bi Fang’s legs no longer ached, his back no longer hurt, and he felt he could talk comfortably even on the Hillary Step.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, his breath became disordered, and reality quickly taught him a lesson.

Bi Fang, feeling dizzy, shut his mouth and continued to descend in silence.