The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 613 The mountains protect my body, the ice and snow heed my call!
Shen Le's smugness lasted only until he reached the foot of the snow-capped mountain.

He was wearing a one-piece hardshell jacket that could withstand temperatures as low as -40 degrees Celsius, and hiking boots with crampons firmly attached to them.

He carried a huge hiking backpack, fully equipped with food, water, a stove, and a gas canister, while the outside of the backpack was crammed with ice axes, crampons, harnesses, and ascenders.

And so, the two special agents continued to add weight to him:
"Take this tent with you! In case you encounter a narrow area where your house can't fit you in, the tent will help keep out the wind!"

The bead-sized yellow jade bracelet on Shen Le's wrist bounced twice, almost breaking its rope and jumping up to hit him. Shen Le quickly pressed down on the bracelet:
"I know, I know, Huang Yutong, you're the best! Even if you only unfold a square foot, you can still fit me inside. Don't be angry, let's not be angry!"

He communicated in his mind, but the two young men couldn't hear him at all; they could only see his strange expression, as if he were twitching uncontrollably. They exchanged a glance and decided to ignore it and continue to burden Shen Le:

"Take this oxygen tank with you too! It could save your life in a pinch! I know you can control the wind, but what if you get mentally exhausted and disoriented up there?"

Inside the old house, Lanzhuang, resentful, flashed a beam of colorful light, gathering a wisp of wind that swirled three times around the central courtyard:

[Shen Le is exhausted, but I'm here! I'm here! What's so difficult about gathering air to provide oxygen! Shen Le gets altitude sickness, but I don't. I don't even need to breathe!]

A whirlwind emanated from the bracelet, gently ruffling Shen Le's backpack strap before violently blowing the hoods off the two special agents. Shen Le could only touch the bracelet again.

"Alright, alright, I know, I know. Getting to the top depends on you guys—save your energy now, don't argue with them. We Lanzhuang ladies are gentlemen, we won't stoop to their level."

"And bring this satellite phone too! If you're ever in danger and can't move, be sure to call us and we'll send a mountaineering team to rescue you! There aren't just ordinary mountaineering teams; there are cultivators and even demons!"

[Don't let him talk!] Zhong Xiaomei was also jumping around on the bracelet:
[My clay figurines' legs aren't broken! If anything really happens, they can lift Shen Le down!]

Shen Le calmed one person down and comforted another, finally managing to get them all in line. He adjusted his hat brim, straightened his goggles, reached for the half-bronze mirror on his chest, turned around, and glanced up at the mountains before him:
The location has been confirmed, and the map has been memorized. We've even obtained high-resolution contour maps and satellite images, and based on these maps, we've found a suitable route on the mountain.

Next up, it's time to climb mountains!
Ah, thankfully, these past few days I've worked hard to get used to both the bronze mirror and the iron armor. Now, with the bronze mirror tucked into my chest and the iron armor in my spatial storage, they naturally resonate with each other, guiding me in the right direction.

Otherwise, climbing a mountain wearing this full suit of iron armor, with a long sword in one hand and a spear in the other, would be a death sentence!

Shen Le leaned forward, bracing himself with his trekking poles on the ground, and took a heavy step forward. Another step, and then another. His crampons dug deep into the ice and snow, and he pulled them out with force. Each step required ten times the effort of walking on flat ground.

Behind him, two secret service agents looked up and watched him walk further and further away, then couldn't help but whisper to each other:
"Why doesn't he fly? Walking like this must be so tiring!"

"Perhaps we need to conserve our physical energy—no, our mental energy? What if we fly now, but then we don't have the strength to fly anymore when we get to the mountaintop, to the more difficult and dangerous places?"

“That makes sense… I hope he keeps going like this. If he goes slowly at first, he can come back quickly if he senses something is wrong… If it really doesn’t work out, the shorter distance he’s gone, the easier it will be for us to rescue him…”

Climbing the main peak of this sacred mountain, excluding prior training, actually only takes three days. The first day involves climbing from the base camp at an altitude of 5200 meters to the advance base camp at 5800 meters;

The next day, we climbed from the advance base camp to Camp C1 at 6300 meters to set up camp and transport supplies.
On the third day, they directly attempted to summit from Camp 1, taking 10-12 hours to reach the top. Therefore, if Shen Le were to encounter problems early on, such as before reaching the advance base camp, it would be relatively easy for the Special Affairs Bureau to send rescue personnel…

A month or two ago, Shen Le would probably have taken off. But now, fully armed and climbing step by step, he made a surprising new discovery:
This mountain isn't hard to climb!

It's not difficult at all for my physical abilities!

Compared to the memories the armored vehicles passed down to me, compared to walking back to Chang'an via the He Road, compared to crossing the Kunlun Mountains and the Tianshan Mountains, the difficulty was much lower!
Yes, in the illusion, I am just a Tang soldier with the physical strength and physical body of an ordinary person—even with the heat amplification, the amplification is quite limited.
But now, I am Shen Le at full strength, in top condition, and fully equipped. I have ample internal strength to support my physical fitness, the power to control the wind to supply enough oxygen, and the best mountaineering equipment to assist me in moving forward...

Not difficult!

It's not difficult at all!

Compared to that predecessor who climbed the snow-capped mountain with only half a bronze mirror in his hands, it's much simpler!
The cold wind was biting his face. Even with a mask and goggles blocking his view, and a thick layer of grease on his face, Shen Le could still feel the icy wind from the snow-capped mountain scraping against his face and body like tiny knives.

The icy wind greedily plundered moisture and heat, tearing small cuts on his face and body. Shen Le sensed it for a while, then silently activated the talisman, creating a warm wind wall around him to block the icy wind from the snow mountain.

After walking a few hundred steps, I felt unbearably hot, so I removed the wind barrier and let the cold wind blow in again...

After going back and forth like this for three or four cycles, I finally adjusted the airflow to the most comfortable state, so that I could breathe smoothly without getting too hot or too cold.

He trudged uphill through the ice and snow, crunching and crackling. Suddenly, his footing gave way, the ice snapped, and he fell flat on his face.
"what!!!"

The two special affairs bureau officers standing on the hillside below, watching Shen Le through binoculars, exclaimed in unison, "What's going on?"
The glacier has broken off?!
I told you this isn't the right season for hiking! Come down here quickly!
Flying down is fine too!!!
Shen Le gripped the trekking poles tightly, his palms pressing firmly against the straps, barely managing to keep from touching the ground. In his panic, his mental energy poured out like water, seeping into the ice and snow beneath his feet:
There's a cavity here!
The ice here is unstable, with obvious holes and loose cracks. If you stick your trekking pole in and step on it, it will deform under the force and break!

It will break!

Shen Le felt he had discovered the secret to moving freely on the snow-capped mountains. He expanded his mental energy far and wide, then contracted it, then expanded it again, then contracted it again…

Finally, it stabilized on a narrow path five meters ahead, gradually becoming denser as it approached. At the farthest point, it sensed whether there were any major breaks or completely impassable dangerous areas along this stretch of road.
Get a little closer and check for any small or medium-sized breaks or movements, then be careful to avoid them;

For the closest part, take two steps forward and insert your trekking poles in the correct place so that each step is as stable as possible!
step!
step!
One more step!
Relying on his formidable physical strength and mental fortitude, Shen Le, a complete novice mountaineer, steadily reached the 5800-meter advance camp at 3 PM that day.

He fell to the ground, his wrist touching the earth, and Huang Yutong immediately sprang into action:

【It's so cold! So cold! So cold! Shen Le, hold me steady, or I'm going to slide away!!!】 Ah, this grand house built on the warm coast of Fujian, every wall, every tile, every door and window, wasn't designed for snow-capped peaks where temperatures drop to minus twenty or thirty degrees Celsius…

Just placing it on a snow-capped mountain, with a fierce icy wind blowing, this old house looks like it would have tiles flying everywhere and walls and windows cracking from the cold...

"It's okay, it's okay, come back first." Shen Le quickly grabbed it. The ancient house that had been unfolded to the size of a room obediently shrank back into its bead form and attached itself to Shen Le's wrist.

Shen Le took off his backpack, untied an ice axe, and began to huff and puff as he chiseled through the ice.

First, they chisel out holes in the ice, then drove in tent pegs, tied ropes, and erected the tent. Finally, they focused their minds, closed their eyes slightly, and placed their gloved hands on the ice.

"rise--"

The surrounding ice began to flow. At first, it was very slow and difficult, but gradually it became light and lively.

Shen Le breathed a slight sigh of relief and smiled.
Not bad, not bad! Ice and snow are also a form of water. As he expected, if you can control water, you can control ice.

Even if it was a little slower and more troublesome, the icicles rose up as he wished. First they were jagged and interlocking, then they overlapped and intersected, and finally, they formed a ring as tall as a person, an ice wall surrounding the tent, and even a roof!

Shen Le walked around the igloo to make sure it wouldn't suddenly collapse or crumble before kneeling down and reaching his right hand inside the tent. His voice was soft, tinged with pride:

"Come on! Now you can unfold it!"

A flash of clear light, and the ancient house, the size of a bead, suddenly expanded to a foot square, half a meter square. Just as it was about to expand further, Shen Le reached out and stopped it.

"Alright, alright, now check if you can take me in. Don't grow any bigger, the bigger you get, the more the cold wind will hurt you!"

Another flash of clear light appeared. When Shen Le opened his eyes again, the world before him had changed:

He was already inside the old house! Although only two rooms were manifested, with him alone in the bedroom and the rest of the little guys crammed into the outer room, it was still a house!

It's a house with a ceiling, four walls, a roof, a soft bed, and even a small bathroom next to it where you can take a hot shower!

"Huang Yutong! You're so wonderful! It's so great to have you! Thank you so much!"

Shen Le cheered and rushed into the bathroom, soaking into the bathtub. The warm water enveloped her body, washing away all the aches and fatigue from a long day.

"Ah, throughout history, which mountaineer has had such conditions as me! If I still can't reach the summit or find the other half of the bronze mirror, it would be such a disservice to them!"

Outside the bedroom, the armored figures gleamed, seemingly nodding in agreement.

Shen Le slept soundly. But the next day, when he continued climbing, he encountered trouble:

"Oh... the bronze mirror doesn't seem to be on the main road? Do I need to adjust my direction?"

He peered into the distance. Through the wind and snow, a deep valley loomed indistinctly. On its sides, glaciers hung low, their icicles standing straight as knives!

The bronze mirror in his arms vibrated, and in the darkness, Shen Le seemed to see a solitary figure climbing up the mountain ridge. Then, perhaps a fall, perhaps a broken rope, perhaps intentional…

In short, the other half of the bronze mirror detached from the climber, swirling as it plummeted into the deep valley and disappeared. Perhaps it remains intact, or perhaps it has shattered into pieces, beyond repair?
No, it can still resonate and respond, so it must still be complete, or at least, it has a certain degree of completeness!
Wait for me!
I am coming!
Shen Le suddenly quickened his pace. The ice and snow surged beneath his feet, rising and falling with his steps, as if supporting him, or enveloping him, responding to his will and helping him move forward.

He walked along the ridge to the spot closest to his senses, looked down at the valley for a moment, then suddenly threw off his backpack, stuffed it into the pen holder, stood still, and closed his eyes in the cold wind.
"Take me there...please, take me there..."

The bronze plate hummed softly in my chest. An illusory bronze cauldron unfolded and spun before my eyes, the landscape of mountains and rivers growing ever larger.

Shen Le stared intently at the map, holding his breath, until a mountain range winding like a dragon lit up on it. At the highest point of the mountain range, twinkling lights flickered continuously.

"These are... mountains... mountains from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, mountains that our ancestors certified as belonging to our people..."

"Is this mountain beneath my feet also marked with copper plates...? Can it resonate with this land...? Can it... embrace me, protect me, and help me...?"

A gentle tremor began beneath his feet. More and more points of light appeared on the copper plate, drawing ever closer to his current location. Finally, as if echoing through the mountains and valleys, an exceptionally large point of light shone on the copper plate and around him:
It was as if the entire mountain peak had been suddenly awakened, and as if the surrounding Kunlun Mountains, Karakoram Mountains, Himalayas, and many other majestic and imposing mountain ranges had all turned their heads to look at it.

The mountain where Shen Le was currently located awoke under such concentrated attention and turned its gaze toward him:

The next moment, Shen Le sank downwards. He sank into the ice and snow, into the hillside, into the mountain ridge—

The biting cold wind suddenly disappeared, and he was enveloped in warmth as he moved forward through the dark, deep earth.

Falling, falling, forward, forward. All around was pitch black, only the bronze mirror on his chest and the distant half-mirror providing guidance:
After an unknown amount of time, his feet touched the ground, and his vision brightened. Shen Le opened his eyes and looked up, only to see sharp swords overhead, with icicles hanging down everywhere. He was now at the bottom of an ice crevice.

The sensations transmitted through the bronze mirror seemed to be just a short distance away, within reach of just a few more steps!
(End of this chapter)