Han Yu left the shop with renewed determination.
The moment he returned to Twin Leaf Peak Sect, he'd comb through every restricted corner of the Skill Pavilion. He'd bribe, beg, or sneak his way into the archive if needed. If Lin Shao Deng had left behind even a sliver more of his strange soul-based techniques, Han Yu would find it.
And if not… well, he still had the first book. The foundation.
He patted the cover affectionately.
"Don't worry, Master Poke-Finger," Han Yu muttered under his breath. "Your arts won't be forgotten. I'll revive them myself if I have to."
A gust of wind rustled his robe as he turned the corner, already making mental plans.
One: Find more soul qi techniques.
Two: Discover how to safely integrate poisons into the Soul Stinging Needle technique without dying horribly.
Three: Absolutely never let Li Mei find out about any of this… unless he was prepared to spend a week as a human pincushion.
