Chapter 253: Peach Blossom Village
Since Feng Jiu had fallen silent, Li Yanchu was concerned. He moved to her side, looping one arm securely around her waist. The rope, now bearing the weight of a grown man and a young girl, remained as sturdy as ever.
With Li Yanchu’s mastery of qinggong, even the extra heft of the wolf-tooth club added no burden. He could walk without leaving traces in the snow, as his control over his own weight was that precise.
Feng Jiu’s cheeks flushed red, though she didn’t resist. With one hand gripping the rope and the other holding Feng Jiu close, Li Yanchu continued his rapid descent.
The rift’s depths were pitch black, almost entirely devoid of light, a darkness that could make anyone’s heart quail. It felt as though, at any moment, a cold, lifeless face might suddenly hang down before them.
Li Yanchu didn’t reveal his presence, instead continuing to use the Sun Veil to block the threads of fate. This Daoist technique was extraordinarily potent, and those without a deep karmic tie to him might even completely forget Li Yanchu had ever existed.
After the two of them reached the valley floor without incident, Li Yanchu pulled a torch from his robe, and he lit it on the spot.
Feng Jiu thought speechlessly, You can just pull a torch out of your robes like that!?
“Master, you really came prepared!”
Li Yanchu said in a slow, faint tone, “I learned this from a friend of mine. When we went tomb-raiding together, he’d have black donkey hooves, rations, and even a Luoyang shovel all ready. He’s very professional.”
He was a little professional, but not that professional.
Feng Jiu blinked. “So that’s the friend you went to find after leaving seclusion this time?”
Li Yanchu gave a slight nod. “Yes. He often told me that brothers should stand by each other. So if something’s happened to him this time, I’ll wipe out the entire Shaman Sect in blood.”