Chapter 5645: Illusion 4
"Alright, I'll go first!" Dao Wuji volunteered, bouncing forward and tugging on the yellow vine rope. He grinned back at Qiao Mu and her group.
The yellow vine rope was woven quite well; it felt very sturdy to the touch. It probably wouldn't be difficult to descend into the cave. As long as nothing unexpected happened along the way, Dao Wuji thought. With a burst of personal heroism, he slapped his chest. "I'm going down! Remember to hold the rope tightly!"
With that, he tied one end of the yellow vine around his waist, tugged it twice to make sure it was secure, and then walked towards the pit entrance.
Qiao Mu tossed out two seeds, instantly cultivating them into two large trees that shot up from the ground. Her skilled technique was truly astounding. After all, no one could wield wood spirit power with such proficiency. Madam Mo's actions were surprising with every new encounter.
Qiao Mu flung the yellow vine over the tree trunk with a backhand, wrapping it around a couple of times to secure it. The others then pulled the other end of the yellow vine, carefully and cooperatively lowering Dao Wuji little by little.
"How is it?" Qiao Mu asked.
"You're right, that suction force is gone. This yellow vine can effectively bypass that suction, so it must be for descending into this pit."
"It seems that liking to pick up trash isn't always a bad thing," Madam Qiaoqiao muttered softly.
Mo Lian naturally heard it immediately. Suppressing his urge to laugh, he nodded repeatedly and caressed his wife's head. "My Qiaoqiao is exceptionally clever, always a step ahead in her thoughts."
Student Mo Bao, who had surpassed his father in the art of "picking up trash," lay in Duan Yue's arms and snorted at his father. Daddy's shameless. The way he praises Mommy is so smooth, it's clear he's used to flattering her! His father pretended not to hear his son's snort, still smiling as he held his wife's small hand, glancing at the others who were strenuously lowering the yellow vine, dangling Dao Wuji down the pit.
Dao Wuji occasionally yelled, "Faster!"
"Holy crap, steady! Not so fast!"
"Hey, hey, almost at the bottom!"
His voice grew more and more distant, as if coming through layers of mountain mist, becoming somewhat unclear by the end.
"Is there enough yellow vine rope?" Feng Changqing asked with a frown.
"Enough, enough! It should be enough! There are still several big coils unused," the pot-bellied man quickly said. "It looks like we're almost at the bottom. We can prepare for the next person."
"I'm coming!" The little tsundere swaggered forward with a proud stride, head held high.
However, he was instantly pulled back by Peach Blossom Divine Venerable. The little tsundere immediately glared, his eyes seeming to want to devour the Divine Venerable.
"Let go! How dare you! How dare you grab me!"
Peach Blossom Divine Venerable rolled his eyes. "It's not the first day I've grabbed you! Alright, let Feng Changqing and the others go first. You'll be at the rear."
The little tsundere stewed for a long time, finally spitting out, "This is preposterous!" He felt they were looking down on his small stature, which was why they wanted the taller Feng Changqing and the others to go first.
Feng Changqing nodded, ignoring the little tsundere's displeasure, passed him, and began climbing down the rope into the pit.
At this point, Dao Wuji's shouts from below were faintly heard, though mostly unintelligible. But they could at least make out the word "bottom," indicating Dao Wuji had apparently reached solid ground.
Feng Changqing then sped up his descent. Soon, everyone else followed in succession.