In the midst of the raging wind, James Walker held on for only a short while before the entire sky was completely shrouded by dark clouds. Thunder rumbled as raindrops the size of beans poured down in torrents, and in that instant, the whole world seemed to become a realm veiled by a curtain of water.

The rain crashed down relentlessly, growing heavier and heavier. James Walker still clung tightly to the rain-soaked rope, pressed against the mountainside, letting the rain drench him to the bone, yet remaining motionless, his gaze fixed on a protruding, fang-like rock beneath the monstrous, serpent-like boulder.

No one knew how much time had passed. The rain continued to intensify, and the world was shrouded in a misty downpour. The fang-like rock that James Walker had been staring at slowly began to ooze black liquid under the washing of the rain.

The black liquid merged with the rainwater, forming a thin stream that flowed downward.

Watching this scene, James Walker's eyes lit up with joy, but he still did not move. Only when the oozing black liquid gradually diminished and, in a sudden instant, turned into gold, did James Walker's eyes narrow. Without the slightest hesitation, he abruptly released his right hand from the rock, and as his body slid downward, he immediately took the small bottle from his mouth with his right hand.

The rope gripped in his left hand was already at an angle, and now, as he let go with his right hand, his whole body swung like a pendulum, speeding straight toward the protruding fang-like rock.

Because the rope had a large arc and he had chosen his position precisely, in almost the same instant as the thunder roared, James Walker had already swung to the side of the suspended fang-like rock. His left hand gripped the rope, his right hand held the small earthen bottle, and in the blink of an eye, he quickly placed it beneath the fang-like rock. Taking advantage of the rope's swing reaching its limit and pausing for a moment, he managed to fill more than half the bottle with the golden liquid.

But just then, a series of sharp screeches suddenly erupted. Four or five black centipedes, each as thick as an arm and half a zhang long, burst out from the many fist-sized holes in the monstrous rock, baring their fangs as they lunged straight at James Walker, who was still swinging in midair.

James Walker was not surprised in the least. Almost the instant the centipedes appeared, he immediately let go of the rope with his left hand, and his body plummeted downward at great speed, dodging the centipedes' attack.

"Xiao Hong!" As James Walker plummeted rapidly through the air, the fierce wind cut into his body like knives, making him stiffen instantly. Although he had dodged the centipedes, if he fell now, he would be smashed to a pulp.

Yet he did not panic. A flash of red shot out from the nearby cliff, clutching a rope and charging straight toward James Walker's falling body. In an instant, it reached him and grabbed hold. The red figure was a small red monkey, baring its teeth, but its eyes sparkled with intelligence.

Man and monkey landed on the cliff face, right where James Walker had been reading before. James Walker's eyes showed tension as he quickly put away the small earthen bottle he had been holding.

"Xiao Hong, we have to run! I took too much Wulong Saliva this time! Huh, what are you holding in your hand?" As James Walker spoke, he noticed a small, pitch-black fragment clutched in the monkey's paw.

The little monkey immediately became wary, hiding its paw behind its back and letting out several sharp cries. Seeing that time was short, James Walker said no more, but quickly strode forward, leapt down, grabbed a rope, and, together with the little monkey, sped downward.

Behind them, the screeching grew deafening as several black centipedes chased after them along the cliff face, sliding down like black lines, relentlessly in pursuit.

The red monkey kept baring its teeth, screeching at James Walker as it darted along, occasionally glancing back at the pursuing centipedes, its eyes filled with fear and indignation.

"This isn't the first time we've escaped like this. Those Wulong don't dare come down the mountain, so stop pretending. As usual, you get a small share of the Wulong Saliva." Even as he fled at top speed, James Walker's tone was lazy. Sure enough, as soon as he said this, the little monkey immediately beamed with delight, clearly having been faking it before.

The man and monkey were extremely familiar with the mountains, and for some reason, the centipedes seemed unwilling to cross certain areas, instead detouring around them. As a result, although James Walker and the monkey were not as fast as the centipedes, they could often leap straight down and grab a rope, and after several such maneuvers, they descended the peak and disappeared into the forest.

The centipedes, as expected, did not dare to come down the mountain. After screeching for a long time, they finally retreated, crawling back up to the summit in frustration.

The dark clouds came quickly and left just as fast. A few hours later, the mountain range returned to normal, the rolling clouds drifting away into the distance.

At the edge of the forest, James Walker and the little monkey emerged. By now, dusk was falling, and faint firelight could be seen on the distant horizon—the location of James Walker's tribe.

"You already drank most of your share, and you still want more?" Soaked from head to toe, James Walker didn't seem to mind, but looked at the little monkey trailing behind him with a half-smile.

This little monkey was extremely intelligent. James Walker had discovered it by chance three years ago when he first entered the mountains. They had even had some conflicts, but in the end, they became friends.