Chapter Nine: Down the Cliff

  Today's second update, there is still one more this afternoon!

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  In the following days, he ate birds that had been sucked in and killed by the place whenever he was hungry. He spent most of his time every day carefully observing the stone beads, each time using the dew on top to wipe his arm, and gradually his arm fully recovered. He was very concerned about this dew and accumulated a lot with a bird's skull.

  That day, he evenly sprinkled the dew accumulated over many days on a piece of cloth, carefully wrapped the stone beads inside, hung them around his neck and pulled several times to make sure they wouldn't fall off. Taking advantage of the interval between breaths, he came to the entrance of the cave, gritted his teeth fiercely, tore down most of the clothes on his body, tied them together, fixed one end to a nearby rock and the other end around his waist, and carefully crawled downwards.

  About five or six zhang down, he suddenly slipped his hand and his body fell rapidly. Fortunately, his clothes caught slightly on a branch, and he quickly grabbed onto it. At this moment, the strip of cloth that was tied around his waist broke in half and swung back and forth in mid-air.

  Wang Lin's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he looked down, and there were still about 20 zhang (a unit of length) to go. He grabbed a branch with one hand and quickly picked up his clothes with the other, tying them tightly around the branch before letting out a sigh of relief.

  He cautiously moved his body, and after a long time, he finally approached the cliff wall again, continuing to climb down. Until he was several zhang away from the bottom of the cliff, his clothes were used to the limit, Wang Lin jumped down quickly without hesitation.

  The clothes strip could not withstand the weight and burst again, but it also slightly alleviated Wang Lin's falling speed. The gust of wind hit his face, and another string of branches broke off. In the instant he landed, he struggled to control his body, with his toes touching the ground first, and his body rolled on the ground in a ball due to the huge forward thrust.

  The stones on the ground were like sharp knives, stabbing into his body one after another, opening up glistening wounds. Especially his right leg was pierced by a sharp stone, and white bones could be seen from the wound.

  Wang Lin breathed rapidly, his eyes unfocused. He struggled to put the cloth strip wrapped around the stone beads into his mouth, and his tongue sucked on the wet dew on it. After a while, he struggled to sit up, his hands trembling as he untied the cloth strip and twisted it against the wound on his right leg, causing several drops of blood to fall.

  A cool sensation spread from his wound, after doing all this, he fell weakly to the ground, secretly praying that no wild beasts would come before he recovered.

  Just then, a shout came from afar.

  "Tiě zhù, nǐ zài nǎ?"

  Translation: "Iron pillar, where are you?"

  Wang Lin was stunned and listened carefully. To his surprise, it was actually his father's voice. Without thinking, he immediately shouted with all his might: "Dad, I'm over here!"

  A long rainbow quickly slid from afar, after hovering around the cliff above Wang Lin for a moment, it swiftly fell down with lightning speed. After the sword light dissipated, Zhang, a disciple of Hengyue Sect, held an iron pillar under his arm and frowned at Wang Lin.

  Tie Zhu's father saw his son and immediately burst into tears, running to Wang Lin's side to hug him, crying: "Tie Zhu, what are you doing? Why can't you think this through? Have you thought about how your parents would live if you were dead?"

  Wang Lin was taken aback, and after a moment's thought, he realized that his father had misunderstood him as wanting to commit suicide. Looking at the wounds on his body and his disheveled appearance, he couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

  Zhang surname brother's eyes swept Wang Lin, raised his head to look up, found the cloth strip on the clothes, body movement jumped up, several ups and downs in the rock climbing to the cave entrance, at this time the suction suddenly appeared, he face a surprise, but immediately restored as usual, also do not care about that suction, inside swept a look lightly fell down, low voice said: "Your family child is thinking of suicide, result was absorbed by this naturally formed whirlpool, just didn't fall to death, now Wang Lin has been found, back to the door school this matter by elder decision."

  After finishing speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and grabbed Wang Lin and his son, quickly leaving the place. Before long, they arrived at the foot of the Hengyue Sect mountain peak and easily climbed to the top along the stone steps.

  Returning to his old haunt, Wang Lin's emotions were complex. On the mountaintop stood several people, all with looks of disgust on their faces. A Zhang surname disciple hastily stepped forward and whispered a few words into one person's ear. That person furrowed his brow and coldly said: "Since he's been found, send him to the guest room to reunite with his mother."

  In the hotel room, Wang Lin's mother saw her son and immediately burst into tears, hugging him and sobbing. It was only through his parents' account that Wang Lin finally learned what had happened.

  After he ran away from home, his parents immediately returned to the Wang family and found his fourth uncle. The three of them were worried about his safety and found Wang Zhuo's father. Due to his fourth uncle's insistence, Wang Zhuo's father reluctantly contacted all relatives in the family and collectively visited Hengyuepai, asking for help to find him.

  Hengyue Sect also encountered such a thing for the first time, and they didn't want to intervene at first. However, Wang Lin had left home because he wasn't accepted as a disciple. If something really happened to him, although the sect masters wouldn't care about the life or death of an ordinary person, if this matter were to spread out, all the villagers would talk about it, and probably not many parents would let their children come to take the test in the future. After careful consideration, they sent a few people to search nearby. Wang Lin's father was worried, so he followed them.

  This is what happened earlier.

  Not long after, someone sent over a medicinal soup. Iron Pillar's mother hastily expressed her gratitude and carefully fed it to Wang Lin. This medicine was indeed made by the Xianmen Sect, its effect was extremely good. After drinking it, Wang Lin felt that his body had recovered significantly, and the pain from his wounds also alleviated greatly.

  His parents' concerned words kept entering Wang Lin's ears, he wanted to explain but thought his parents might not believe him.

  At this moment, in the main hall of the Hengyue Sect, several elder insiders sat on one side, listening to Zhang's account of finding Wang Lin. After a long time, a red-faced old man slapped the table and said discontentedly: "What does the life and death of ordinary people have to do with us cultivators? Look at the Zhao State's Xiuzhen Sect, which one is as disorganized as we are? For a child who was not selected and committed suicide, they actually sent someone to find him. It's really embarrassing!"

  A middle-aged man with a cold face next to him sighed and said in a low voice, "What Old Man Ma said is absolutely right. Among the various factions of Zhao Guo, our Hengyue faction is the most unscrupulous. If that child really died near our Hengyue faction, it would definitely affect the recruitment of disciples in the future. At that time, parents will think that their children may not be recruited and may have suicidal thoughts, so who dares to send their children here?"

  An old man in brocade robes picked up his tea cup and took a sip, saying slowly: "Actually, it's all because our Hengyue Sect has declined and needs to select a large number of suitable disciples from among ordinary people. Heh heh, if this were 500 years ago, we wouldn't care about the lives or deaths of ordinary people."

  The last old man with a wrinkled face sighed and said slowly, "This young man can commit suicide once, and it's likely that he will commit suicide again. Forget it, in order to avoid future troubles, let's make an exception and accept him as a nominal disciple." After finishing speaking, he glanced at the middle-aged man with a slanted eye, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.