Thousand-foot Crags, Hundred-foot Gorges, even Laojun's plowing ditch breaks souls. As soon as I got off the bus at Huashan Station, someone announced that the ride to Yuquan Temple was free. So I boarded a bus, only to be charged 5 yuan, a rip-off. Remember, there's a small path next to Huashan Station that leads directly to Yuquan Temple, which takes less than half an hour. The bus arrived at the intersection, but it abandoned its passengers some distance from Yuquan Temple and ran off, claiming it was taking everyone else to the cable car station. We set off from Yuquan Temple, entered the ticket gate, and began our climb. There were quite a few people, all eager to conquer the "world's most dangerous" climb. There were numerous aid stations along the way, and despite ample rest, it took us longer than the expected four hours to reach North Peak. After checking in at the "Huashan Sword Contest," it took another two hours to reach Central Peak. Since the climb didn't start until 9:30, we ran out of time, so we changed our plans and skipped the East Peak-South Peak-West Peak route. Instead of taking the Middle Peak fork, we headed straight to West Peak to watch the sunset. Luckily, the weather was sunny both days. After watching the sunset at 6:30 PM, we reached South Peak, but it was already completely dark. By the time we reached Central Peak, it was past 9:00 PM. We rested briefly and watched the sunrise at 6:30 the next day. Afterward, we headed straight to the Middle Peak, then to the North Peak and down the mountain. The more downhill on the way back, the faster the climb, though it hurt my knees a bit. We arrived back at the North Peak at 8:30. There's a new path that bypasses the Thousand-Foot Chuang and Hundred-Foot Gorges, but you can't avoid Laojun Ligou. We returned to the ticket gate at 11:30, exited Yuquanyuan, and walked the short path for half an hour to Huashan Station for the afternoon train home. I was lucky enough to see the misty Huashan. Cats are also plentiful on the mountain, found on almost every peak. Some are good-natured, while others are more aggressive. There was even a poor stray dog on the East Peak, its fur disheveled, pathetically following the tourists around, unnoticed. It had to curl up in a ball by the doorway late at night, exposed to the cold wind. With no shelter, I wondered how much longer it would survive. There are numerous replicas of Jin Yong's "Swordsmanship on Mount Huashan" inscribed on other peaks, but they're mostly fake stones and plastic cases. The mountain stream gurgled, and the mineral water, tomatoes, cucumbers, and apples at the supply stations were mostly stored in pools, letting the cool water flow through, eliminating the need for a refrigerator. While night hikes are possible, the trail lights were sometimes broken, but thankfully, my phone had a flashlight. Overall, the trip was worthwhile and a challenge accomplished. I feel like I'm not afraid of climbing any mountain anymore. There were so many other people besides me, including little girls as young as seven or eight, who dared to climb. If you're not afraid to fall behind, there's no mountain you can't conquer.