Zhao Feng had been in peril before, but this time he truly had faced nine chances of death and only one of survival.
Of all the places to stumble into, he had walked straight into a Demonic Sect lair.
A stumble in the pit, a gain in wit. The next time a sect offered him some dangerous mission, he would never accept unless the rewards were enough.
He submerged himself in the dense network of waterways branching from the river. Only after swimming more than a thousand meters and seeing no movement nearby did he surface.
Slipping into the reed beds of the Alluvial Sandbar, he first used his inner force to dry his clothes, then swallowed a True Qi Pill and a Blood-Coagulating Pill and sat down to regulate his breathing.
Half an hour later, he had returned to peak condition.
From his fierce battle with the giant python to the life-and-death struggle after stumbling into the Blood Lotus Sect's Branch Hall, he had expended enormous amounts of true qi, internal energy, and qi and blood. Fortunately, he had prepared thoroughly. More importantly, he had plenty of means to preserve his life; otherwise, he could never have escaped either the giant python or an Astral Force expert.
He took out the Cowhide Scroll and examined it. The writing was in the Northern Barbarians' language, so it was probably some sort of secret message. Unfortunately, Zhao Feng recognized only a few characters in that language and could not understand what it said.
The cloth bag contained several bottles and two specimens of treasure medicine.
The labels on the bottles were in the Northern Barbarians' language, and he did not recognize the treasure medicines either. They seemed to be specialties of the Northern Barbarians.
He put away the cloth bag and