Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn

Chapter 690: Chapter 63: The Deaf-Mute Girl

While she was still Zhou Xiaoxian, a disciple of the Yunteng Sect, she heard that there was a higher level Cultivation Technique within the sect than the Cloud Ascension Technique, known as the "Inch Land Skill."

Even a journey of hundreds of miles could be shrunk to the size of an inch. What seemed like a casual step was actually traversing thousands of mountains and rivers.

Of course, such a mystical Cultivation Technique could only be achieved by the Sect Leader and others with considerable cultivation. As for someone as untalented as her, it was absolutely impossible to practice.

Seeing Zhou Ziang with Gold Grade cultivation, yet seemingly even more powerful, Xiao Xian couldn’t see through him and could only silently speculate.

The steps taken by Zhou Ziang just now must be from a similar Cultivation Technique. As Xiao Xian pondered, when she turned to look for Zhou Ziang again, she saw him sitting cross-legged on the snowy ground, closing his eyes to recuperate.

He indeed used the "Inch Land Skill". Such techniques drastically defy natural order, and Zhou Ziang had forcibly used it on two people, causing severe consumption of the mutated Spiritual Energy within him. He needed to rest quietly for a while.

Sweat on his forehead turned into vapor. After circulating the Spiritual Energy through a small cycle within his body, Zhou Ziang felt more relaxed and opened his eyes—surrounded by warmth, he felt no trace of coldness in such conditions of the North Country.

In front of him, everything looked gloomy. Xiao Xian, wearing her down jacket, bent slightly, using her clothes to block the increasingly heavy snow. She dared not use too much Spiritual Energy, releasing only a little to prevent the snowflakes on her body from turning into ice chunks. Her face turned red from bending down.

"Let’s find a place to take shelter from the snow. The situation here is more complicated than we initially anticipated," Zhou Ziang moved slightly, and a smile appeared on the stiff face of Xiao Xian. She also realized that although they had reached the foot of the main peak of Changbai Mountain, the vast mountain range, like a sleeping White Dragon, stretched endlessly from east to west.

During the time Zhou Ziang was recuperating, the wind brought snow swirling up, obscuring the already limited visibility and making the paths in front indistinct.

Stepping on the compacted snow, one could easily sink into it if not careful. The worst part was that the local terrain was difficult to discern. Without a specialized guide from the mountains, it was easy to mistakenly tumble down cliffs, leading to a fatal outcome.

Xiao Xian recognized the danger and felt both relieved and worried. Relieved that Yu Gang didn’t come, but even more concerned about the life and death of Mei Nian.

Zhou Ziang, pulling Xiao Xian along, both summoned Qi similar to sleds under their feet, facilitating their movement across the snow. Using the Inch Land Skill just now, Zhou Ziang had chosen the position at the foothills, hence within a few steps, they found a simple abandoned hut.

Inside the hut were a few worn blankets left by ginseng collectors and two cans of frozen hard fish. Neither of them had an appetite, just squeezing together to catch some sleep through the night.

With the dawn and as the snow stopped, they went down the mountain together.

At the end of the foothill was a bare woodland, and Xiao Xian, with her keen eyes, spotted several wisps of cooking smoke at the edge of the woods.

The source of the smoke indeed had a ginseng collector’s family living there. Seeing strangers, the little girl who opened the door was somewhat timid, hesitant to let them in, simply blocking the door and watching Xiao Xian and the others.

"Little sister, your big sister isn’t a bad person, I’m almost freezing to death, how about you let me in?" Xiao Xian feigned a miserably frozen appearance, stomping her feet and hunching her neck.

But her pitiful look seemed to make no sense to the little girl, who shook her head, closing the small slit of the door even more.

"We’re at the border between two countries, when I first came, I didn’t notice whether we had arrived at the southern or northern side of the mountain. Judging by the little boy’s attire, he is probably from North Korea," Zhou Ziang noted the girl’s tattered but carefully identified clothes, which were made from good-quality animal furs.

Nowadays, Han people rarely wear such clothes anymore. Moreover, when Xiao Xian just spoke, there was no response—probably because they couldn’t understand Mandarin.

"Did we end up on the northern side of the mountain? That’s trouble; they can’t understand us, and searching for someone will be even harder." Xiao Xian didn’t dare to just burst through the door. Seeing the child’s demeanor, she feared there might be no adults at home, so the child blocked the door, wary of letting these two strangers in.

"I got this," Zhou Ziang touched his upper coat pocket, pulling out some colorful candies, making Xiao Xian unable to hold back a laugh.