All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

On the way, Zhong Ling began to explain his purpose to the two.

"I overheard earlier that the Shennong Gang was ordered by some Lingjiu Palace to wipe out the Wuliang Sword Sect today in order to find out the truth about the 'Wuliang Jade Wall'. That's why I sneaked over here to see what the fuss was about."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng frowned: "What's so interesting about a dead person?"

"Don't say that," Zhong Ling pouted. "This is a life-or-death battle between two sects. Even if one is slightly inferior in skill, it should still be quite a spectacle."

She paused, then asked curiously, "So, where are we going now?"

Zhang Cheng didn't even turn his head: "We're going treasure hunting."

"Treasure hunting?" Zhong Ling's eyes lit up.

"Didn't you mention the Boundless Jade Wall earlier? In recent years, the Boundless Sword Sect has held a competition every five years to compete for the quota of entering the Sword Lake Palace and studying the Boundless Jade Wall."

Unfortunately, they are sitting on a mountain of treasure without realizing it. Therefore, this treasure should rightfully belong to me.

"Wow!" Zhong Ling exclaimed excitedly, almost jumping off her horse. "This sounds way more interesting than Shennong Gang's attack on the mountain!"

Although Zhang Cheng had never been to Wuliang Mountain, the Wuliang Jade Wall was too obvious—it was a smooth stone wall hundreds of feet high, gleaming like jade in the sunlight, and could be seen from afar.

Unlike Duan Yu, who relied on a crooked tree on the cliff to escape, he only needed to locate the Jade Wall and find a way to descend directly to the Langhuan Paradise.

A moment later, the three of them reached a flat area close to the cliff, and Zhang Cheng reined in his horse and stopped.

"Please wait here."

He dismounted, took out a rope, a pickaxe, and a grappling hook from his bundle, and turned to look at the two men:

"I'll be right back."

Mu Wanqing lowered her eyes to gaze at the bottomless cliff, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Can I go down with you?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Ling immediately raised her little hand, "Include me too! You can't go down to play and leave me behind!"

Zhang Cheng pondered for a moment. These two girls were actually quite skilled in martial arts. With his own abilities and thorough preparation beforehand, taking them down the cliff together wasn't too risky.

"Okay." He nodded and gave a portion of the rope he had brought to the two of them. "We'll tie them together with the rope. Tie it tightly around your waists and wrap it around several times."

Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling did as instructed.

After the three were tied up, Zhang Cheng walked to Black Rose's side and patted the horse's neck.

"Go to the Good Man's Ferry and wait."

Black Rose hissed softly, turned and trotted away, quickly disappearing into the woods.

"Let's go." Zhang Cheng didn't delay any longer and turned to walk towards the edge of the cliff.

A morning breeze rustled, causing the three people's clothes to flutter. Below the cliff, clouds and mist swirled, obscuring the bottom, with only the howling of the wind audible.

"I'll get off first, you guys follow."

Zhang Cheng, pickaxe in hand, prepared to descend the cliff, but Zhong Ling stopped him.

"Wait, don't you need to tie that rope to something more secure?"

"Do you think I can find a rope a thousand feet long? This thing and the grappling hook are for emergencies; we'll still need them to get down the cliff."

As Zhang Cheng spoke, he waved the pickaxe in his hand, then ignored Zhong Ling and rolled off the cliff.

Mu Wanqing followed without hesitation. Seeing this, Zhong Ling gritted her teeth and followed as well.

Although the cliff was steep, the descent was smoother than expected.

Zhang Cheng led the way, constantly using a pickaxe to carve shallow pits into the cliff face for footholds.

Both Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling had a foundation in martial arts, and their physical strength and agility were not weak. Once their initial fear subsided, it was not difficult for them to catch up.

The descent was quite silent, with only the sound of the wind whistling past your ears and the occasional soft rustling of falling rocks.

Zhong Ling was hanging at the very back, watching the two people silently climbing below, feeling anxious.

My dear Sister Mu, since you insisted on coming down here, why don't you say anything or do anything? Isn't this a wasted trip?

This little girl had a high opinion of herself and was completely unaware that she was a shining "third wheel" at that moment.

After much thought, Zhong Ling decided to play matchmaker and help her stubborn older sister.

Her eyes lit up, and an idea came to her.

While Mu Wanqing was focused on climbing, Zhong Ling secretly tampered with the rope connecting her and Mu Wanqing, tying a clever loop between them.

This is a unique knotting technique in magic: knots that are both real and imperfect are tied using special methods. Some sections of the rope are just decorative "imperfect knots," and even if they are cut, they do not affect the main body's load-bearing capacity, thus presenting a mysterious effect of "cutting but not breaking."

Although Zhong Ling was not fond of martial arts, he was quite knowledgeable about these strange and ingenious skills.

She had practiced this "skillful chain" technique countless times and had already mastered it.

In no time at all, the knot was tied.

Having done all this, Zhong Ling quietly picked a small pebble from the cliff face and held it in her hand.

She patiently waited for the right opportunity.

Finally, just as Mu Wanqing switched hands to climb again, she flicked her finger.

"despair!"

The pebble shot through the air and struck Mu Wanqing's hand squarely.

Mu Wanqing's martial arts skills are stronger than Zhong Ling's, but only by a limited margin.

Unwittingly, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her hand, and her grip immediately became unsteady, causing her to fall downwards.

"Ouch!" Zhong Ling exclaimed at the same time, "The rope snapped!"

She shouted as she firmly grasped the "solid knot" in her hand to steady herself.

Hearing the exclamation below, Zhang Cheng caught a glimpse of a figure falling and, without thinking, quickly wrapped the rope around his body and attached it to his pickaxe. Then, with a sudden swing, he hammered the pickaxe head into the cliff face.

Then he leaped out and caught Mu Wanqing as she fell, grabbed the rope with one arm and swung back up against the cliff face.

Zhang Cheng looked down at Mu Wanqing in his arms: "Are you alright?"

Mu Wanqing was still in shock, her face pale, and her hands instinctively wrapped around Zhang Cheng's neck.

But then she sensed something was amiss.

My face felt...cool. The veil was gone.

During the fall, the mountain wind howled, blowing the veil wildly until it finally slipped off her face and drifted away to who knows where.

Mu Wanqing was lying in Zhang Cheng's arms, their eyes meeting, barely an inch apart.

Without the veil to cover her face, her face was completely exposed to Zhang Cheng.

This was the first time Zhang Cheng had seen Mu Wanqing's full appearance.

It was an extremely beautiful face.

Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, her nose was straight and upturned, and her lips were light pink.

Her cheeks were still a little pale from the fright, which only added to her charming and delicate beauty.

Their eyes met. Time seemed to stand still. Only the mountain wind howled in their ears.

Zhang Cheng suddenly remembered something and looked up.

Zhong Ling was still hanging on the cliff face, peering down with a smug smile on her face, as if she had just figured out what was going on.

The rope connecting Mu Wanqing to her waist had an extra branch extending from the broken point, and it was still taut.

Zhang Cheng didn't know anything about magic tricks, but even a fool could tell that this was definitely Zhong Ling's doing.

Following Zhang Cheng's gaze, Mu Wanqing also noticed that the rope around her waist was still in effect.

She was taken aback at first, then she understood.

"Zhong-Ling!"

A furious shout echoed between the cliffs.

Mu Wanqing trembled with rage, her beautiful face now filled with murderous intent.

Zhang Cheng quickly pressed her down: "We'll talk about it later." "...Okay."

The three climbed down for about half an hour before finally reaching the bottom of the cliff.

The cliff is surrounded by mountains on all sides, with a large lake in the center as smooth as a mirror.

On the cliff to the left of the lake, a waterfall cascades down, its roar echoing as it rushes into the lake.

Zhang Cheng landed first, then turned around to catch Mu Wanqing.

Zhong Ling lay prone on the last section of the rock wall, looking down at the area below.

When she saw Mu Wanqing's icy gaze standing below, she suddenly had the thought, "Maybe I should just go home and catch up on some sleep."

But Mu Wanqing didn't give her that chance.

She pulled hard on the ropes binding her—

"ah--!"

Zhong Ling cried out in alarm as she was pulled off the cliff.

Fortunately, her lightness skill was quite good. She flipped in mid-air to adjust her body, and staggered a few steps when she landed, but at least she didn't fall hard on her butt.

The moment her feet touched the ground, she immediately drew her dagger, slashed the rope around her waist, and took several steps back to create distance between herself and Mu Wanqing.

Upon seeing this, Mu Wanqing drew her sword from her waist with a clang.

"What, you've gotten cocky lately, ready to test your skills against me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Ling quickly put the dagger back into her bosom, her face full of apologetic smiles:

"Sister Mu, don't be angry. I was just joking to lighten the mood. The rope only looked broken; it was actually quite strong."

She wasn't close to Zhang Cheng, and she couldn't openly say that she wanted to bring the two together because she saw that Mu Wanqing was clearly interested in Zhang Cheng.

They could only give vague answers in an attempt to evade the issue.

Mu Wanqing stood with her sword in hand, her chest heaving violently. She remained silent for a long time, then suddenly sheathed her sword and turned to walk towards Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng, who was watching the show with his arms crossed, raised an eyebrow when he saw Mu Wanqing coming over.

Sunlight streamed down from the cliff top, falling on Mu Wanqing's face and making her skin appear as smooth as jade.

She raised her head and looked directly into Zhang Cheng's eyes.

"Uncle Zhang." "Hmm?"

"Just consider me... a strange person. I once swore an oath: if any man sees my face first, I must marry him."

Now that you've seen my face, I want to ask you something…

Her voice trembled slightly, but she still insisted on finishing her sentence: "Will you take me to be your wife?"

Mu Wanqing did not reveal the second half of her vow: if Zhang Cheng did not marry her, according to her vow, only one of them could survive.

She knew she was no match for Zhang Cheng. If Zhang Cheng truly refused, then she would have no choice but to die.

But she didn't want Zhang Cheng to know about this, so that he wouldn't bear any burden because of it.

All she wanted to know was his feelings. That was all.

Zhang Cheng looked at Mu Wanqing.

She looked up, her eyes serious yet tinged with trepidation. On her exquisitely beautiful face, there was expectation, unease, and a hint of determination.

Zhang Cheng was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "If you say you are unwilling, that would be a lie."

Mu Wanqing's eyes lit up slightly.

"But Wanqing, you are still young, and because of your mother's affair, you are inexperienced in the ways of the world."

I can verbally agree to this first. We can still be friends for now, so if you change your mind later...

"No, it won't happen," Mu Wanqing interrupted him.

She looked at Zhang Cheng with a firm gaze: "If you agree, that's good. I won't regret it."

She paused, then added, "Never."

Zhong Ling, who had been pretending to be a stone, finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

Although she was familiar with Mu Wanqing, she was unaware of this "vow".

After hearing Mu Wanqing's words, I immediately guessed that, given her personality, this vow could not possibly be so simple.

Realizing that she had made a fool of herself and almost caused a disaster, Zhong Ling wished she could slap herself twice.

But the atmosphere between the two was so serious that she, as an outsider, couldn't say anything. She could only pray in her heart that things could end well.

Fortunately, some deity heard her prayers, and the ending was relatively satisfactory.

Just as Zhong Ling was feeling relieved, she suddenly noticed that Zhang Cheng and Mu Wanqing turned their heads at the same time, looking at her with unfriendly eyes.

Zhong Ling's heart skipped a beat.

"Wanqing's matter is resolved," Zhang Cheng said sinisterly. "Now, it's your turn."

Zhong Ling forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Isn't this a happy ending for everyone? Why am I involved...?"

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a tightness in her ankle, and her whole body spun around as Zhang Cheng lifted her up by her legs.

"Here, I've caught him."

Zhang Cheng ignored the frantic Zhong Ling in his hands, handed it to Mu Wanqing, and said, "It's up to you how to deal with it."

Mu Wanqing glanced at Zhong Ling, who was hanging upside down with a flushed face, and then looked at Zhang Cheng: "You should teach her a lesson. I'll listen to you."

Zhang Cheng thought for a moment, "How about you spank her ten times?" "Okay."

Zhang Cheng adjusted his position, letting Zhong Ling lie face down on his lap with her buttocks facing upwards.

Mu Wanqing didn't hold back, and swung her sword from its sheath—

"Snapped!"

The first blow landed squarely on Zhong Ling's buttocks.

"Ah—! Sister Mu, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

"Snapped!"

The second time.

"Waaaaah... Brother Zhang, help me!"

"Snapped!"

The third time.

Zhong Ling's screams echoed at the bottom of the cliff.

Zhang Cheng hadn't expected Mu Wanqing to fight so fiercely, showing no mercy whatsoever. Every strike of her sword was solid and resounding.

The ten blows were quickly finished. Zhang Cheng put Zhong Ling down.

As soon as Zhong Ling landed, she immediately covered her bottom and jumped away, her eyes red and brimming with tears.

Her parents doted on her from a young age, and she had never been spanked. Let alone like this, where her bottom is practically raw from being beaten.

She knew she was in the wrong earlier, so it wasn't unjust for Mu Wanqing to beat her up. But she remembered Zhang Cheng, the "lackey" who had been giving her advice.

While rubbing her bottom, Zhong Ling secretly glared at Zhang Cheng, secretly vowing revenge:

Hmph! If you're going to be Sister Mu's husband, then we'll have a long time to get along... Just you wait!

She had already started imagining herself bullying Zhang Cheng's children in the future—

She would secretly add bitter melon to the children's food, and she would even take their children to climb onto the roof and tear off the tiles, teaching the children to be unruly and causing Zhang Cheng a lot of headaches...

As Zhong Ling pondered, she suddenly burst out laughing. Tears still clung to her cheeks, but her smile spread across her face, as bright and captivating as the sky after the rain.

Zhang Cheng glanced at Zhong Ling, who was standing still and suddenly grinning inexplicably, and frowned.

Is this girl like this in the original story? Why does she seem to be drooling even after being healed?