Chapter 368: Proposition (2/2)

The motive was not the concern as Ye Chong was amazed by Huang Baiyi's mental capabilities which appeared to be almost peculiar and otherworldly to him. The capabilities were unpredictable enough to earn Ye Chong's respect, since... well, as his policy would go - strength determines hierarchy.

Coincidentally, Huang Baiyi was also as surprised as Ye Chong, no, maybe even more surprised than Ye Chong who looked literally like a monster with those monstrous strength inside his feeble-looking body. Ye Chong reacted quickly, like too quickly while his tenacity was great as he kept his ”hobbies” at all eternity. Ye Chong had never stopped spending the rest of his day ”pondering” ever since their first encounter.

And Ye Chong, as he said, also did practices. No entertainment, no flashy movement, just the good old-fashioned basic moves. Ye Chong seemed really enjoyed doing it. Huang Baiyi discerned few hundred thousands times of repetition on the same exact movement by Ye Chong as an attempt to improvise it. Ye Chong would come to him, soaked in hot sweat after the practice everyday. Well, it would be very much shocking for a Jie expert like Ye Chong to get himself jammed on the same swing for a gazillion times.

That was when Huang Baiyi realized the fact that Ye Chong's skills were mostly founded by these torturing, punishing, virtually destructive training the whole time.

Ye Chong also demonstrated his tremendous comprehension and thinking skills.

Such horror...

The only thing that annoyed Huang Baiyi was how Ye Chong insisted to not even have a session on the mystic arts with him, while ironically being extremely interested in the working of mental application, although the main focus had always revolved about the ways to overcome Mentalists in a fight. One could imagine Huang Baiyi's quivering corners as he smiled along.

It was only a matter of time till Huang Baiyi realized he had become basically... a coach, more like a training partner, to be precise. Like most wizardry, his mentality was sustaining while his physical attributes were... well, it would be basically a painful comparison if his partner happened to be the inhuman Ye Chong. Huang Baiyi could feel his back withering after days of training, while Ye Chong remained alive and kicking.

I am indeed old... Hah, age is a terminal punishment.

The sentiments rose in his head again and again,.

He did not intend to retain his privacy however, as he never was the stingy person on knowledge-sharing, especially towards a fine diligent young man like Ye Chong. Ambition? Avenge? Appreciation? Those were no longer in his mind after being all alone in the last 10 years.

The simple life was still attractive to him... even though it was a lonesome life. Thought he.

He knew Ye Chong would leave here one day. But his knowledge-sharing session was never getting less passionate. It was a pity however, that Ye Chong was not (and not going to become) a Mentalist.

Sigh, probably the true mystic arts of the Xi Feng clan would mark its actual death very soon. Oh well... what can I do?

At least Huang Baiyi was forgiving on this, unlike his younger self.

Ye Chong caught that growing passion in Huang Baiyi's session and worked harder. He might not become a Mentalist in the end, but he would acquire better understanding on the control of his spirit, his mentality, which should be able to enhance his attacks. Most importantly, he would find a way to fight against the Mentalists from Huang Baiyi's session.

Even though he worked extra hard on learning, never once he stopped figuring out the way to escape this dangerous forest.

And he had just gotten a feasible proposition.

Here's some information.

There are technically two directions from their current site. One descends towards the Black Forest across the valley, another ascends right up to the peak. As mentioned before, there is nothing but a deadly cliff on top of the peak where the mountains covered up the forest.

It would be a simple task if he had a mech, but sadly Ye Chong only had a dagger.

His preposition was... well, of course not making a mech, he might be the most talented craftsman but he was not a magician. Perhaps he could make a simple glider, he thought. The peak to the ground stood at a height about 3000 to 5000 meters. If nature was kind enough to not drastically change the direction of air, at great chance he would nail a safe landing. That would sound less like a dead-or-alive gamble compared to a trip to the Black Forest.

Thanks to the fundamental knowledge of mech production, Ye Chong was very much familiar to the theories of aerodynamics. A glider however, was something of the museum at that period. So Ye Chong could only design one from scratch based on calculation and the knowledge he had.

Huang Baiyi acted cooperatively the next few days, as he did not disturb Ye Chong, although a little bewildered by Ye Chong's blatantly increased duration on his pondering session.

Ye Chong went to the Black Forest and returned with a broad log. It was quite a sight to see a feeble man carrying a giant log like toothpick. Huang Baiyi's expression was priceless. The twigs had been removed by Ye Chong promptly, judging by the fresh cuts on the surface.

”What are you going to do with this?” asked Ye Chong in confusion. He simply could not figure out the hows and whys.

Ye Chong worked on, without lifting his head, ”Something to fly.”

”Something to what?” Huang Baiyi could not believe his ears. He had neither seen an actual mech, nor learned aerodynamic. The only inorganic substance that could fly was probably a spaceship to him.

But spaceship? Log wood?

... How?

Ye Chong carried on slicing. His dagger was the perfect tool for this. It was sharp enough to slice Ironwood, so it was nothing strange that he could cut this piece of log effortlessly. Ye Chong picked the trunk of a wood named Sandtree. The hardness and durability were great. The best thing was this kind of tree had a rather balanced quality across the entire trunk. So it would be convenient for Ye Chong to perform a calculation on its center of gravity.

No processor, no fancy technology, all Ye Chong could rely to realize his proposition was his head and his brain.