In the courtyard, plum blossom stakes rose and fell across the gravel ground, while a tall figure darted and leaped among them.
Though his body was powerfully built, his movements were extraordinarily nimble. Silver cloud patterns flickered in and out of sight upon his black leather boots, seeming almost to breathe.
Even in midair, he could rely on his formidable control over his muscles and tendons to change direction, giving the illusion that he was hanging in the air in slow motion.
Li Cunxiao executed a kite flip and landed lightly. Two toe-sized depressions appeared in the gravel beneath him, yet hardly any sand or stones splashed aside.
"With the enhancement of the Cloud-Treading Boots, even Divine Movement Steps, which merely complement the Minor Yaksha Saber Art, are no less effective than a low-grade martial art enhanced by a demon."
Delight showed on his face as he felt the breeze beneath his feet, like breathing, and a sense of lightness welled up in his heart.
"This is only a demon fetus. If I get the chance in the future, I must find someone to refine it completely and nurture a demon."
"Unfortunately, even Master Zhang's books are vague and evasive regarding the forging of demonic treasures. Alas."
In truth, it was not only demonic treasures. Zhang Lishi's study contained little reliable information on spirit medicines, spirit pills, or even realms beyond the Viscera Realm.
Ever since the incident at Crater Lake, Li Cunxiao could be said to have fully entered the core of the Flying Tiger Escort Agency. The vast majority of its secrets were no longer secrets to him.
In particular, nearly all the books Zhang Lishi had collected were open to him.
Fragments of martial arts manuals, travel journals, historical records. For the past five days, aside from