Chapter Twenty-Three: Mistbrow Mountain

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Night. Eleven thirty.

Mistbrow Mountain, which should have taken until midnight to reach by calculation, now loomed directly ahead.

As soon as Gu Zhiheng brought the car to a stop, the other three stumbled out and found a place to vomit.

He still looked perplexed—were all three of them prone to motion sickness?

He prided himself on his driving skills, yet they still got car sick?

“Ugh... this bastard, ugh...” Mo Han swore never to ride in a car driven by Gu Zhiheng again in this lifetime.

“Nine... Ninth Master is lethal, I’d rather die than ride with him again, ugh...” Chen Yuan felt as if he had thrown up all his bile.

“I’m really done with you, you fool, ugh...” Chu Xingran couldn’t help cursing—she never should’ve taken the shortcut of letting Gu Zhiheng drive.

It took nearly half an hour for the three to recover, after which they glared at Gu Zhiheng in unison.

By the time their grumbling subsided, it was already midnight—the hour when Mistbrow Mountain opened.

“All right, let’s go in!” Mo Han wore a smug, sinister grin as he glanced at Gu Zhiheng.

Walking at the front, Gu Zhiheng couldn’t shake the chill at his back. Was it because it was midnight and the temperature had dropped so low?

Mistbrow Mountain was the place most densely populated by worldly spirits and monsters—leaving Gu Zhiheng here would do him nothing but good, at least he’d have fights every day.

They weren’t pressed for time, either. The Red-tailed Fox was currently in its dormant season; unlike other foxes, every summer was its time of hibernation.

While dormant, the Red-tailed Fox rarely ventured out—so even if they went searching, they’d find nothing. It was better to find a place to hone Gu Zhiheng’s skills.

Mistbrow Mountain was perfect for that—thousands of monsters ready to challenge him.

Crucially, most of these creatures had yet to evolve, still existing in their wild, uncivilized state, making them ideal for gaining combat experience.

After over an hour of trekking, they finally reached the mountainside, where the monsters’ fighting abilities matched Gu Zhiheng’s own.

At least that made it fair, though the monsters held a decisive numerical advantage. The ones living here all moved in packs—offend one and you offended an entire clan.

Clearly, Mo Han’s little schemes ran deeper than he let on.

Since he’d already agreed to help Gu Zhiheng, he might as well do it properly.

Seeing Gu Zhiheng’s helpless, bewildered expression, Mo Han spoke up. “Your sister, Chen Yuan, and I will wait for you behind the big tree at ten o’clock. Five hours. I want you to challenge two hundred monsters—and win every single time.”

What?

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Had Gu Zhiheng heard right? Five hours, two hundred monsters of equal power?

Why not just send him to his death? Was this even humanly possible?

Five hours to fight two hundred versions of himself—and he had to win.

Ridiculous. This was pure fantasy.

“Enough whining—go enjoy your adventure!” With a flourish, Mo Han booted Gu Zhiheng straight into the forbidden zone.

The monsters outside were too weak, so Mo Han had simply led everyone past them.

The middle ring, the mountainside, was where the monsters matched Gu Zhiheng’s level.

The forbidden zone housed only those monsters notorious for their misdeeds.

Though Mistbrow Mountain was chaotic, there were still powerful creatures who maintained order—otherwise, the thousands of monsters would have turned the place upside down.

“Come on, let’s have a drink or find somewhere to sleep,” said Chen Yuan, draping an arm around Chu Xingran’s waist as they headed under the trees.

They were both used to roughing it outdoors; they had few requirements for accommodation—so long as it was safe to rest.

“No drinks for me. I threw up so much earlier, my stomach’s still queasy.” Maybe it was time to reconsider drinking altogether.

After all, out of the four of them, two were heavy drinkers.

Chen Yuan, for all her bravado, couldn’t actually hold her liquor. Not like the others.

She was always caring and attentive to Chu Xingran. Hearing she felt unwell, Chen Yuan quickly helped her sit down. “All right, let’s just rest here. Tell me if you feel worse.”

As the three of them relaxed outside the forbidden zone, Gu Zhiheng’s luck was far less enviable.

He’d hoped to sit down and catch his breath, but Mo Han, cold-blooded as ever, had booted him straight into the thick of things.

“Kid, you come in and want to leave again? Still half asleep?” The speaker was a white-haired gorilla.

It was three times Gu Zhiheng’s size—one punch from those massive fists and it felt as if a gale force wind had swept past.

“Big brother, I swear I fell in by accident! Can’t you let me off just this once?” Damn. The size difference was ridiculous.

A single slap from those hands could send his head flying!

“Human brat, enough talk. Take this!” The gorilla’s fist swung out, and Gu Zhiheng was blown back ten meters by the sheer force.

If he’d actually taken that punch head-on, every bone in his arm would have shattered.

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To run into a powerhouse right off the bat—was that luck or misfortune?

Gu Zhiheng looked at the white-haired gorilla, pouting in grievance. “Damn it, I said I didn’t want to fight! Courting death?”

Fine, fine. If it’s a fight you want, so be it.

To get a sense of his opponent’s strength, Gu Zhiheng deliberately held back, making his movements sluggish and his attacks lackluster.

He even slowed his usual speed at drawing talismans, all the while keeping a wary eye out for other monsters that m