Xu Feng did not shout. He touched the protective talisman around his neck, drew his treasured blade, and held it before him.
With a lantern in one hand, he moved forward.
The dark mist was utterly silent.
It was as though every sound of the night had vanished.
With the hand holding the lantern, Xu Feng formed the Divine Tiger Art.
It was one of the hand techniques Grandpa Li had taught him. It was not part of Inviting the Gods.
It could be used for inner cultivation or to drive off spirits and ghosts. It worked with talismans and in inner cultivation. More importantly, it could also be used across many schools of ritual magic and by sorcerers.
Xu Feng held the lantern firmly in one hand and his blade in the other, advancing slowly. When he reached the hut, he saw that everything outside was soaked. With one step, his leg sank deep into yellow mud!
Master was gone, and the donkey looked to have been led away by someone—or something.
Fortunately, whoever had taken the donkey had unfastened its harness, leaving the cart where it stood.
But both corpses on the cart, Li Laoda's and the green one, had vanished.
So had Master.
Then Xu Feng saw the light inside the hut and felt a little easier. Glancing at the Three Incense Sticks before it, he gently lifted the door curtain. "Master?"
Master's voice came from inside.
"Get in here!"
Xu Feng entered. Every flame in the hut had been pressed down to a feeble glow. Master was busy beside the fire basin, throwing sheets of paper bearing his own name into it to feed the flames and keep them from going out!
Without the fire of Yin Virtue, ordinary flames could barely light the hut.
Beside