When Chen Yang arrived in Alaska, the owner of the private jet came to pick him up.
He was a Black man, and a very wealthy one at that. He had a bright white smile, a tall and imposing physique, and exuded confidence.
“Mr. Chen, to be honest, it was against the rules for me to agree to take you on the airdrop, but it doesn’t matter to me. I just want to see if you will die.”
The middle-aged man with a dark complexion spoke cheerfully as soon as he arrived, and patted Chen Yang on the shoulder.
Chen Yang was patted a few times by his large hand, but his body did not move at all, which made the black man's eyes light up.
"This young man is quite good; he has the same style I had when I was young."
"When do we leave?" Chen Yang asked.
The black man didn't expect Chen Yang to be so direct, and he grinned, revealing his big white teeth.
"I'll fly the plane myself first thing tomorrow morning!"
Chen Yang nodded, "Okay, thank you for coming back."
"Don't worry, as long as you're alive, I'll do everything I can to bring you back. Base wingsuit, you're going to be a legend."
"You can take pictures, but you can't reveal my identity," Chen Yang said.
“No problem,” the Black man said. “I just want to be a witness to this feat.”
The reason he agreed to let Chen Yang take him to the pole for an airdrop was so that he could film it.
Chen Yang agreed, saying he didn't care as long as his identity wasn't exposed.
Moreover, to outsiders, this operation might seem like suicidal, but it wasn't too surprising. Its success was a remarkable feat, not a miracle.
This man is an extreme sports enthusiast and often goes skydiving.
Skydiving at the North Pole is an extremely dangerous activity; wingsuit flying at the North Pole is practically suicide.
However, it was Weng Ji who introduced Chen Yang. Given Weng Ji's reputation, he was unlikely to make such a claim without reason, so he was very interested in whether this young man could succeed.
"Are there stores that sell wingsuits in Alaska? Take me to buy one," Chen Yang said as he got into the car.
"You didn't bring your own wingsuit?" the Black man asked in shock. Wingsuit challenges don't involve using your own wingsuit; you just buy one on the street?
"I didn't bring one, it's too much trouble. All wingsuits are the same to me. Mr. Dunley, are there any wingsuit shops around here?"
"Yes, I do, but I don't need it. I have several wingsuits, one of which I bought for my son, but my cowardly son didn't use it, so I'll give it to you. You're about the same size."
"Okay." Chen Yang nodded.
If he didn't have a wingsuit, he planned to use a bed sheet.
Fortunately, Dunley, the Black man, had a wingsuit at home, otherwise he might have ended up flying through a bedsheet.
Dunley's car drove into a building, and Chen Yang also saw Dunley's small plane, which was propeller-driven and could seat three people including the pilot.
That evening, Dunli warmly hosted Chen Yang, and together with his family, Chen Yang had dinner. His son, a bespectacled man with a somewhat artistic air, certainly didn't seem like someone who could wingsuit fly.
Even among extreme sports, wingsuit flying is rarely attempted. Dunley only tried it once or twice when he was young, and he personally prefers skydiving.
Moreover, wingsuit flying is a rather dangerous extreme sport, so with a family and career, he participates in fewer and fewer extreme sports. Currently, flying airplanes is his hobby.
Dunli was a businessman with the silver tongue that every businessman should possess. He was witty and humorous, and there was never an awkward moment at the dinner table. Chen Yang and he got along quite well.
However, after only spending half a day together, Dunli expressed his admiration for Chen Yang. When he talked about outdoor sports, Chen Yang was often able to get straight to the point and concisely explain some outdoor tips.
“I’m from the countryside, I know a lot about these things.”
When asked why he knew so much, Chen Yang gave this answer.
"Chen, you're being modest. I've been to the countryside in China, and they don't have the same experience as you do."
"I'm from a more rural area," Chen Yang said with a smile, without offering any further explanation.
That night, Chen Yang entered the micro-world again, becoming so engrossed in blacksmithing that he couldn't extricate himself.
He has crafted more than fifty throwing knives, thirty of which he is satisfied with. The others, which he is not satisfied with, are still much better than the previous throwing knives. He left them for the other people in the camp to use as daggers, and they are very useful.
Throwing knives are sometimes consumables, and they can't always be retrieved, so it's always good to have extra ones on hand.
Furthermore, throwing knives come in a variety of shapes, lengths, shapes, handle sizes, and blade angles, and Chen Yang crafted several of each kind.
If he were to use a throwing knife now, he could easily send the entire knife flying into the body of a large animal, or even pierce it. If it happened to hit a bone, that bone would inevitably break.
He plans to forge a few dozen more throwing knives to practice with before he starts forging swords.
This time, he wanted to forge a sword that could be used for a lifetime, a sword that could be named, so he was particularly concerned about it.
Hong Gui is also actively helping with the development.
In some situations, skill can play a greater role, and that's when Hong Gui takes charge.
Chen Yang discovered that when Hong Gui was forging iron, his harmony with the surrounding world became very high, something he hadn't been able to notice before. Now, after his soul underwent its third baptism, he was able to discover it.
When he returned to the camp, he made a point of observing. Yu Xuan was the same way when he was carving; he had a high degree of harmony with heaven and earth, as if some kind of power was being injected into his sculptures from his hands.
This also applies when Zhang Jian is painting, when Sun Bo is cooking, and when Xiao Lin is practicing martial arts.
This is why they are able to achieve success in this field. When they enter this state, the influence of their surroundings on them is minimal, and the power of heaven and earth seems to be helping them.
A work of art, or even a dish, can have a soul.
This is also why people prefer handmade products, even though some industrially produced items have higher precision, clearer formulas, lower error rates, and better designs.
Previously, the existence of a soul was just a rather mystical idea, but now, Chen Yang has truly confirmed that everything can have a soul, and that humans can endow an object with a soul, although the conditions for this are extremely demanding.
Upon closer inspection, Chen Yang discovered that many items in his room were permeated with this kind of atmosphere.
The furniture and reliefs crafted by Yu Xuan and the old carpenter, the set of cooking utensils given by Hong Gui, the ceramics given by Guo Zifeng and Bai Jing, and Zhang Jian's paintings all have these characteristics.
Not every piece of art can possess this kind of spirit, which shows that the people of the world truly put their hearts into making these gifts.
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