?Phone reading The plane shuddered again—more violently than before. Before Cui Yanhui could stand up, she once again leaned against Qin Feng’s chest. Eight Zero E-book "According to standard procedures, there are typically two possible causes," she said, her face pale. "Either we've encountered a cumulonimbus cloud, with successive lightning strikes causing the fuselage to shake, or we're experiencing strong winds and turbulence affecting the control surfaces." "Are these two scenarios considered serious?" Qin Feng asked. The flight attendant nodded. "Such conditions can indeed lead to catastrophic outcomes, but they are not uncommon during flight. In fact, Korean Air has never suffered a crash due to either of these two issues—so you can rest assured, Mr. Qin." Exhale… Not only Qin Feng, but everyone around also breathed a sigh of relief. If the plane actually had an accident, he wouldn't have a guaranteed chance of survival, since up to now he hadn't fully mastered the skill of flying with the sword—his flying was limited to just a few minutes at altitudes of only ten to twenty meters, while this location is over ten thousand meters above ground. Should he fall, he'd likely be crushed flat like a pancake. At that moment, the intercom crackled with the captain's voice: "We're experiencing strong winds and turbulence, currently passing through a towering cumulonimbus cloud. All passengers are requested to fasten their seatbelts and avoid moving around inside the cabin to prevent unnecessary incidents. All crew members, please return to your designated stations immediately and maintain order." Qin Feng, Cui Yanhui, and Su Wu exchanged glances, surprised that such a coincidence had occurred—both turbulence and cumulonimbus clouds at once. "Ms. Cui, have you ever experienced both of these conditions simultaneously?" Qin Feng asked. The flight attendant shook her head, saying, "I've never encountered this before, nor have I heard of any senior crew members having experienced it." "Su Wu looked pale as a sheet: 'It's over. This time, I'm definitely done. If I had known this would happen, I'd have died rather than take Han Bang's plane. I should have consulted the fortune teller before I left!' 'Come on, what good does that do?' Qin Feng gave her a look. 'You never think positively. At worst, you can just make an emergency jump—how do you know you won't survive?' Cui Yanhui and Su Wu spoke at the same time: 'We're not going to do parachute jumps!' Well, I can, so I'll teach you both. Boom—crack—crack—crack— This time, the shaking caused several electronic components to burst, with sparks erupting at multiple points simultaneously. Every passenger held their breath, hoping the cumulonimbus cloud wouldn't spread too much and that the plane would get out of this area as soon as possible. Outside the fuselage, lightning struck the body of the plane almost every second, with silver arcs dancing across the surface. The plane was regularly hit by lightning—this was common, especially if the aircraft was of good quality, and usually there were no issues In the cockpit, the captain ordered a descent, but this decision was later proven to be incorrect. The aircraft had already been moving out of the storm area; by lowering its altitude, it quickly found itself immersed in another cluster of cumulonimbus clouds, an area five times larger than before, stretching hundreds of kilometers. A jet airliner travels at over 1,000 kilometers per hour, and it would take at least fifteen minutes to exit this region. Click. Click. Click... The instruments showed an increasing number of lightning strikes on the fuselage, and everyone in the cockpit grew increasingly tense. The captain's hands were slick with cold sweat as he commanded, "Hold the rudder steady, maintain level flight—we'll make it out!" Due to the intense shaking, Qin Feng had to give up some seats, securing himself and Cui Yanhui in their seats with seat belts, while also attending to Su Wu, which left him utterly exhausted. Su Wu was genuinely terrified. As long as he stopped speaking to comfort her, she would shout loudly, making the cabin atmosphere tense. "I mean, Su Xiao Niu, you're not the first time you've flown, are you? You're acting like you're afraid all the way through!" He had run out of words and settled for a rhetorical question. Su Wu, trembling, replied, "The more times you fly, the less you should be afraid, right? Just like the saying goes—'even those who know how to swim can drown.' Similarly, the more often people fly, the more likely they are to encounter accidents!" Well, then, I won't dispute your logic. Suddenly, the quiet cabin announcement resumed—some pilot must have accidentally pressed a switch. The speaker now carried a conversation between the pilot and the captain: "Captain, our altimeter has failed—we've lost height data." "Alright," said the captain, "we need to activate the backup altimeter; otherwise, how can we fly?" "Captain," replied the pilot, "the backup altimeter won't start." "What? Try again." Pilot: Captain, we simply can't start the engines. According to the data recorded before the altimeter failed, our altitude was 8,300 meters. As long as we maintain level flight, we should be fine. Captain: Establish contact with ground control and ask them to confirm our altitude. Pilot: We're in a storm area; communication is disrupted, and we're receiving no radio signals at all. ... The passengers outside are growing increasingly frantic. What they're experiencing now isn't just a flight—they're aboard a flying iron coffin. While a crash is a serious concern, if we don't know our altitude and suddenly collide with a mountain, the outcome won't be as simple as just being flattened into a pancake. "Ms. Cui, I have a simple mechanical altimeter in my luggage. I'm not sure if it will be of any help during the flight," Qin Feng said. Ms. Cui's eyes lit up: "Really? That's wonderful! It must be useful. I'll go with you to the cargo hold—we're leaving right away!" "No," Su Wu said. "It's not possible, is it? You really don't want to die, do you?" Qin Feng couldn't understand why she was so resistant. "Madam Cui needs to maintain order here. Once she leaves, I'm sure everyone will feel even more afraid. So, Madam Cui will stay here, and I'll go with you!" Su Wu had thought carefully—what if the two of them, once they reached the cargo hold, got carried away with passion and ended up delaying the important matters? Therefore, she absolutely wouldn't allow them any private time together. Of course, her reasoning did hold some merit. Qin, the young lord, thought for a moment, then said, "That makes sense. Here's my room card. I'll go with Su to fetch the height gauge. Madam Cui, you'll stay here to maintain order—your work in calming the passengers is equally important!" The flight attendant produced her room card and work badge pinned to her chest, saying, "There's a cabin layout diagram on the back of the badge. To reach the cargo hold, you'll need to pass through the business and economy class cabins. The plane shakes occasionally—be sure to keep an eye on your feet!" "Understood." Qin Feng took hold of two items and led Su Wu toward the back. Just a few steps in, Su Wu nearly stumbled and fell to the ground. Qin Feng looked at her high heels and said, "Why don't you go back? I can handle this alone!" "I don't like handing my fate over to others. I have to go," she replied, bending down to remove her high heels and casually kicked them to a corner of the corridor, then said with a sniff, "Now that should do it!"