Chapter 00130: Fake Experience Can Kill
# Fake Experience Can Kill
Chapter 130
Novel: After the Immortals Disappeared
Chapter 130: Fake Experience Can Kill
The horse let out a mournful cry, suddenly tripping at high speed and tumbling off the cliff!
His priceless steed, capable of traveling a thousand miles in a single day, was gone just like that.
He Lingchuan seemed to have an epiphany.
That thing had been aiming for his lower back.
No matter how a rider dodged on horseback, the waist and lower back remained relatively still.
If he hadn’t suddenly been struck by a stroke of luck and jumped off the horse, he would have likely been reduced to a bloody mist by now.
But now… his fate was probably to be smashed into a pulp upon hitting the ground, which wasn’t much better than being turned into a mist of blood.
He Lingchuan could still hear the screams of Mao Tao and the others from the cliff’s edge.
The wind whistled past his ears as he fell faster and faster.
The cliff was completely barren, not even a single tree in sight!
Below, there was a slightly protruding rock face.
Gritting his teeth, He Lingchuan drew his longsword, aimed for a crack in the rock, and stabbed it in.
From watching movies, he thought this trick would definitely work.
With a loud *clang*, the longsword snapped cleanly in two, breaking right at the hilt.
What?! Was it all a lie?
Fortunately, he still had another sword.
At least he could try once more.
He Lingchuan pulled out the broken sword and stabbed it into another crack.
It went in!
The hard rock face was split open, leaving a long scar.
There were no sparks flying, but it felt like sawing through a tough loaf of bread.
With the sword slowing his descent, He Lingchuan slid down another ten feet or so before finally coming to a stop.
Below him were jagged rocks jutting out of the lake’s surface.
If he had fallen directly from the cliff, he would have been smashed to pieces here.
At least, that’s what he saw had happened to the horse that had fallen earlier.
He wasn’t at the lake’s surface yet, but there was an irregular small hole, or rather a gap, in the rock face ahead of him.
A chilly breeze blew from the hole onto his face.
What now? He Lingchuan wasn’t sure if he could climb back up the cliff.
Besides, Lu Yao would surely bring his men in pursuit, so climbing up immediately might not be a good idea.
As he hesitated, that familiar chill returned.
This time, it came from directly above.
The thing that had shattered his shield and killed his steed was now targeting him again.
He Lingchuan cursed under his breath, pulled out the broken sword, and jumped into the small cave in front of him.
It was even narrower inside.
His head hit the rock wall, leaving him bleeding and with a swollen bump.
But at least he was inside.
As soon as he pulled his legs in, a white shadow *whooshed* past the entrance of the cave, scorching the soles of his feet.
What the hell was that thing?!
He seemed to hear Mao Tao and the others shouting from above, but He Lingchuan didn’t dare to stick his head out to look.
He also didn’t dare to stay put.
Seeing that the crevice ahead was quite deep, he quickly crawled forward on all fours.
After a few steps, there was a loud *crash* from outside, as if a landslide had occurred.
It turned out that the rocks on the cliffside had already weathered.
When He Lingchuan’s steed crashed into them, a large section had collapsed.
Coincidentally, two large boulders had fallen right where he was, blocking the entrance to the crevice he had entered.
The crevice was winding and difficult to navigate, pitch black, and even had two forks.
He Lingchuan didn’t hesitate and chose the direction from which the wind was blowing.
At this moment, his mind was still clear.
He knew that where the wind came from, there was a way out.
After crawling for a while, the divine bone necklace around his neck suddenly grew warm.
What was ahead?
It was pitch black all around, and he couldn’t see a thing.
But He Lingchuan remained cautious and slowed his pace.
After a while, the space ahead suddenly opened up, and his left hand pressed into empty air.
Fortunately, he had been on guard, so he didn’t fall.
Below… was empty.
At least, the space was vast, and he could hear the sound of water.
The wind was blowing up from below.
This meant that there was a cave or fissure in the mountain connected to the lake.
He Lingchuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Perhaps he could find a way out from here.
What now? Jump down?
From the sound of it, he wasn’t far from the water’s surface—maybe only twenty or thirty feet.
He Lingchuan leaned forward, about to jump, when he heard a strange noise from below.
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He Lingchuan’s sudden accident caught the other soldiers off guard.
By the time Mao Tao and the others turned around, the young master had already fallen off the cliff with his horse.
The horse’s death cry was unusually shrill, so few heard He Lingchuan’s scream.
Zhao Qinghe was terrified out of his wits.
He immediately reined in his horse and rushed to the cliff’s edge to look down.
Below was empty, with a large protruding rock blocking the view, preventing him from seeing the bottom of the cliff.
But… it didn’t look good.
He searched around and soon spotted the horse’s corpse lying on a pile of jagged rocks, its blood staining the lake red.
Mao Tao also dismounted and rushed to the cliff’s edge.
Looking down, he exclaimed, “Oh no, the young master!”
Zhao Qinghe quickly asked, “Where is he?”
“I… I don’t see him,” Mao Tao said, craning his neck. “Could he be trapped under the horse?”
“…” Zhao Qinghe pulled out a coil of rope. “I’ll go down and check.”
“Let me! I’m thinner and more agile,” Mao Tao said, grabbing the rope and tying it around his waist.
He tied the other end to the saddle and slid down the cliff face, moving swiftly.
The bandits also noticed the commotion and began firing arrows.
Zhao Qinghe called out to the others, “Protect the horses!”
After a while, he shouted down the cliff, “Did you find him?”
At first, Mao Tao answered, “No,” but as he descended further, his voice became muffled, and he could only signal by tugging on the rope.
Zhao Qinghe and the others struggled to pull him back up.
As soon as Mao Tao climbed up, he said, “There are sword marks on the cliff face, but I didn’t see the young master!”
The mood grew heavy.
Just then, with a loud *crash*, the last line of the carriage formation was forcibly broken, and the bandits charged forward.
The first two rushed in too fast, slipping and falling.
The others tested the icy surface—it was solid but slippery.
However, they were now only about fifty or sixty feet away from the soldiers.
Even without arrows, those with strong arms could throw axes that far.
How could they possibly rescue anyone under these conditions?
One soldier anxiously said, “We have to leave. We can come back when it’s safe…”
He couldn’t finish his sentence.
Come back to collect a corpse?
Zhao Qinghe looked down at the cliff’s base, then at the roaring bandits.
He knew there was no other choice and ordered everyone to mount up.
Finally able to retreat, the soldiers spurred their horses, wishing the animals had two more legs.
Watching the soldiers gallop away, Lu Yao looked at the icy path about fifty feet ahead and sneered, “Child’s play. Did they think this could stop us?” With that, he swung his axe and smashed it into the ice.
With a *crack*, a hole appeared in the ice.
A few more strikes, and he could step onto it.
The other bandits followed suit, and soon the ice was filled with the sounds of axes striking.
Some of the bandits even had magical abilities, but when a small fireball hit the ice, it fizzled out, leaving only a faint mark.
The ice, formed with the help of primordial energy, was hard and durable, making it difficult for ordinary spells to break through.
Even though it was an uphill climb and progress was slow, with footholds to step on, the bandits made their way forward, one hole at a time.
(End of Chapter)