Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 511, 510 Impromptu Interview
Poor Liu the philanthropist, before he could even figure out what this novel thing called "parachuting" was, Feng Xiuhu dragged him into the lake.

The lake wasn't deep, and before Liu Weisen could react, he and Feng Xiuhu broke through the water together.

A sudden feeling of weightlessness washed over them, and the two plummeted downwards.

"Yaaaaah—!!!"

Liu Dashan screamed, feeling a sudden gust of wind rushing towards him, clouds rushing past his eyes, his brain crashing and unable to think, he could only instinctively hold tightly to Feng Xiuhu's arm.

Unbeknownst to him, Feng Xiuhu's tie had subtly changed, and instead, a thick backpack had appeared on his back.

As the altitude rapidly decreased, the outlines of the mountains and forests below gradually became visible in the darkness—the summit of Death Cliff was brightly lit with fire, indicating that the treasure-hunting team, unwilling to give up, had chosen to set up camp on the spot.

Seeing that the altitude was about right, Feng Xiuhu seized the opportunity to pull the parachute lines.

With a bang, a parachute opened above their heads. The sudden change in speed almost caused Liu Weisen to lose his grip, but fortunately Feng Xiuhu reacted quickly and grabbed him in his arms.

Sensing that the speed was slowing down, Liu Weisen finally dared to open his eyes.

He looked down, and the dizzying height almost made him cry out again. Feng Xiuhu quickly covered his mouth—this height was high enough for someone with good eyesight to see, and if he were discovered, it would inevitably cause trouble.

After calming down, Liu Weisen looked up at the parachute overhead, his eyes filled with amazement.

Feng Xiuhu did not land directly on the mountaintop, but instead controlled his direction to land in the forest on the other side.

After landing safely, as he and Liu Weisen walked out of the woods, Feng Xiuhu immediately spotted Shunzi's conspicuous figure.

Shunzi was standing in front of the Temple of Martyrs, giving an interview with a stern face and an extremely unnatural expression.

Fang Youliu, holding a pen and notebook, asked him, "Mr. Ye, what did you gain from this thrilling treasure hunt? Did the result meet your expectations?"

Behind him, two assistants, one holding a camera and the other a reflector, snapped two photos of Shunzi without saying a word.

Shunzi was very nervous, her hands hanging tightly at her sides, gripping her sleeves tightly: "Um, well..."

His face gradually turned red, and he anxiously winked at Fang Youliu, asking in a low voice as if seeking help, "What is psychological expectation?"

Just then, Feng Xiuhu suddenly interrupted.

"I think the so-called gains need to be analyzed from multiple perspectives."

Fang Youliu's eyes lit up, and he quickly signaled his assistant to point the camera at Feng Xiuhu.

He said with delight, "It seems Mr. Ma has unique insights into this. Could you share them with us?"

Feng Xiuhu straightened his collar and said seriously, "I don't think that finding a treasure is the only way to achieve something."

"From a personal perspective, we have met different people and experienced different things on this arduous journey, which is a kind of gain in itself; from the perspective of the public, we have all gathered here for the same dream. We share the same goals, work together, support each other, and forge ahead hand in hand, which has led to the grand occasion we see today."

Fang Youliu's eyes lit up as he listened, and he frantically jotted down notes: "It can be explained like this? What a novel perspective!"

Feng Xiuhu got more and more excited as he spoke: "Here, I want to express my gratitude to many people."

"First of all, I would like to thank the King of Nanyu and Queen Yun. They are the founders of this event. As the saying goes, we should never forget the well-digger when we drink the water. Without them, we would not be where we are today."

"Secondly, I would like to thank the Yinyuan Temple for its strong support of this event. They have spared no effort and asked for nothing in return for their free publicity for this event. They have given this event the greatest exposure. This spirit of selfless dedication is something we should all learn from."

"Finally, I want to thank the Fate of Marriage. It was his help at the most crucial moment that gave this event a special meaning, which inspired our unassuming treasure-hunting team to unleash our greatest enthusiasm..."

Fang Youliu felt increasingly uneasy as he listened. Seizing the opportunity, he quickly covered Feng Xiuhu's mouth, saying, "Are you kidding me?! I won't remember any of this if you dare to say it!"

Feng Xiuhu broke free, glaring at him and saying, "You won't even let me tell the truth? Aren't you a reporter? Don't you have any professional ethics?"

Fang Youliu glared back: "You've said everything, good or bad—don't reporters' lives matter?" The two assistants behind him looked at each other, and with a click, took a picture of Feng Xiuhu as well.

Fang Youliu turned around and scolded, "Stop filming! This guy is talking nonsense. You two go interview someone else."

Two assistants were sent away.

Feng Xiuhu asked Fang Youliu, "Why are you here too?"

Fang Youliu shook his brown vest: "The newspaper editor appreciates my talent and hard work, so he temporarily hired me as a special correspondent to follow up on the matter of the restoration treasure. I was one of the first to arrive. The other newspaper reporters were delayed at the Queen's Shrine for too long and probably haven't even come up the mountain yet."

Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, Shunzi finally couldn't help but lean closer and whisper, "Big brother, did you find the treasure?"

Feng Xiuhu shook his head and said, "Don't mention it. Apart from the skeleton of the King of Nanyu, there's nothing else—the treasure map is real, but the treasure is fake."

Upon hearing this, Fang Youliu's eyes lit up again: "You really found the way?"

Feng Xiuhu pointed to the top of his head.

Fang Youliu and Shunzi both looked up.

Shunzi murmured, "The clouds don't seem as thick as they were before."

Feng Xiuhu glanced up—and it was true; as the cloudscape was about to disappear, the clouds were slowly returning to normal from the outside.

Upon seeing this scene, Feng Xiuhu suddenly remembered something.

Rumors say that the persistent clouds over Yu'ai Prefecture are the embodiment of the integrity of the ministers who died for their country, but now it seems that this is obviously nonsense.

"So these so-called persistent clouds..."

He whispered to himself.

Shi guessed what he was thinking and replied in his mind, "It is Ai Dai's remains. After the divine bones collapsed, she returned to her original form. Almost every cloud in Yu Ai Prefecture is a part of her."

With his doubts resolved, Feng Xiuhu pulled down his hat brim: "There's no point in staying any longer, let's go."

Shunzi followed Feng Xiuhu's lead without any objection.

Feng Xiuhu turned to look for Liu Weisen and found him sitting on the threshold of the Temple of Martyrs, head down and silent, with Steward Zhang and Zhang Kuisheng comforting him.

Feng Xiuhu went over to greet him: "We're going down the mountain, want to come along?"

Liu Weisen sniffed, silently stood up and said, "That's right, it's all for nothing, it's time to go home."

Feng Xiuhu put his arm around his shoulder: "Don't be so pessimistic, Mr. Liu."

Liu Weisen gave a wry smile: "What you said makes sense. Since there's no other way, there's no use complaining. We can only accept our fate."

"That's not what I meant."

Feng Xiuhu waved his hand.

Liu Weisen turned to look at him: "Mr. Ma, what are your thoughts?"

Feng Xiuhu said with a smile, "Haven't you figured it out yet? From the moment you agreed to let my brother ride in the carriage—"

"You have already found your treasure."

(End of this chapter)