Chapter 148 Yin-Yang White Bones (18)

The hoarse sound of the soul-suppressing bell drifted in the cold wind, its meaning unknown—what evil spirit it was suppressing.

Suixinfang is a branch of Baiguque, specializing in selling all kinds of spiritual medicines and pills. The place they are currently in is the back door of Suixinfang. Countless thoughts flashed through Jiang Gu's mind, but in the end, his gaze fell on Wei Feng.

Wei Feng looked bewildered, his whole body tense and on guard, as if he wanted to run away at any moment, but he still forced himself to calm down and asked, "They said that this Jade Marrow can cure the poison in my primordial spirit... Master, what kind of poison did I get?"

"I don't know," Jiang Gu said.

Wei Feng's heart sank. "Then could you... give me back this drop of jade marrow?"

His blood was surging, and his spirit was restless. He wanted nothing more than to pounce on Jiang Gu and snatch the antidote from his hands, but he knew he couldn't beat him at all. He could only force himself to endure it, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"No," Jiang Gu said calmly. "Let's go back to the flying boat first."

However, Wei Feng gripped his wrist tightly. In an instant, his primordial spirit began to feel excruciating pain. Wei Feng was in so much pain that tears almost fell, but in front of Jiang Gu, he still endured it. His arm trembled slightly uncontrollably, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Give it to me, or I will die."

Jiang Gu did not break free, but coldly said, "Endure it."

Wei Feng's eyes instantly blazed with fire. He forced himself to soften his voice, his anger and desire burning within him. "I can't stand it, Master. Do you want to see me turn into a paper doll like that monster from before?"

Jiang Gu glanced at him, then with a flick of his long sleeve, he swept the man into the magic circle beneath his feet and they disappeared.

A moment later, Qu Fengyu and Xuan Zhiyan stood at the back door of Suixinfang.

"They've already left," Qu Fengyu said. "Jiang Gu is keeping a close watch on them; Wei Feng probably won't be able to escape."

Xuan Zhiyan frowned. "Then I'll go save him."

"Don't be foolish." Qu Fengyu shook his head. "We need at least one Misty Rain Token to enter the Boundary Village. It's not worth it to expose ourselves directly to Jiang Gu. Besides, it seems that Wei Feng hasn't been harmed."

Xuan Zhiyan's expression turned solemn. "Is it absolutely necessary to go through Wei Feng?"

"This is the easiest way I can think of. Zhiyan, even if Wei Feng has lost his memory, he can survive alone on the Wangyue Continent for five years. What kind of person is he? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." Qu Fengyu's tone became serious.

Xuan Zhiyan looked at her, a hint of struggle flashing in his eyes.

At first, he was indeed in a hurry to rescue Wei Feng, but Wei Feng was surrounded by experts, and they could not get close to the flying boat at all. They could only use communication talismans to transmit messages. After confirming that Wei Feng was safe, they all breathed a sigh of relief. But then Qu Fengyu wanted to obtain the Misty Rain Token through Wei Feng. Although Xuan Zhiyan did not agree, he could not object.

If it weren't for the protection of Qu Fengyu, his master, and Sect Leader Wu, he wouldn't be alive today.

——

Burning Platform Hall.

The night was pitch black, and dozens of thick stone pillars stood tall in the canyon. If you looked closely, you would see that they were covered with a dense mass of cultivators. Most of them were still alive, but their flesh and blood were pierced by countless chains, which bound their flesh and meridians, exposing their pierced bones. Spiritual energy flowed continuously from their dantian along the chains into the array at the top of the stone pillars. Around the array, hundreds of cultivators, all dressed in purple robes, absorbed the spiritual energy purified by the array, completely ignoring the cries and screams of the cultivators below.

But soon the cultivators hanging on the stone pillars could no longer cry out. Their spiritual power was completely absorbed, and their bodies became withered sacks, floating empty in the cold wind, with only their bulging eyeballs remaining, staring unblinkingly at the night sky.

The last bit of spiritual energy in the formation was completely absorbed.

“This can’t go on.” Jin Yingxiu slowly opened her eyes. “The spiritual power of these cultivators is only enough to support us for another six months.”

"Didn't we snatch a lot of Misty Rain Tokens? Let's just cross the border and head straight for the Yin-Yang Tower." Bai Luan scoffed, "Do you think those useless trash inside can stop us?"

Jin Yingxiu glanced at him sideways and said, "You make it sound so easy. There are so many of us, yet we only managed to grab thirteen Misty Rain Tokens. How are we going to divide them up?"

“Naturally, whoever is stronger should go,” Bai Luan said, arms crossed.

"Heh, the Misty Rain Pavilion really has a good plan. They probably know that our Burning Platform Hall doesn't have a hierarchy, so they deliberately released so many Misty Rain Tokens to sow discord among us. They'd be happy if we started fighting amongst ourselves." A bearded cultivator said gruffly, "I don't believe we can't enter that broken Boundary Village without a Misty Rain Token!"

"Old Hu, calm down, calm down." A raggedly dressed cultivator next to him said with a smile, "We're trying to figure out a solution, aren't we? We're all in the same boat, how can we fight over a few Misty Rain Tokens?"

These words were utterly hypocritical. Bai Luan sneered, "Lu Liyu, stop spouting nice words. I haven't settled accounts with you for deliberately letting Jiang Xiangyun go before."

"That's strange. Yao Li, who's with him, isn't someone to be trifled with either. My primordial spirit is poisoned; I can't possibly risk my life to snatch his Misty Rain Token, can I?" Lu Liyu revealed a pair of scarlet eyes from behind her messy hair. "But you, you first used your position to illegally blockade Heguan City to kill your former employer. Dozens of third-tier purple-robed warriors didn't even return. Did you find out something and silence them all?"

Bai Luan narrowed her eyes, "They're incompetent and they're blaming me? Lu Liyu, don't go too far."

"Alright, you two, this isn't the time to argue." Jin Yingxiu smoothed things over, then looked at the purple-robed man in the center of the magic circle, her tone becoming much more respectful. "Xiao Jiu, you make the decision."

Whether it was Lu Liyu, Bai Luan, Lao Hu, or the other purple-robed cultivators, they all looked at the person in the very center of the formation.

A childish voice rang out from within the large purple robe, "Then I'll choose the people."

A moment of silence fell over the surroundings, but no one raised any objections.

“Bai Luan, Lu Liyu, Lao Hu…” the child called out ten names in a row, “plus me, and my newly acquired servants.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man appeared behind him. It was none other than Lu Ziming. His gaze was cold and gloomy as he stared at the small man in purple robes, and he called out reluctantly, "Master."

“He is a rare individual with two souls in one body, and he was also selected by the Linglong Clan of Pingze from Yanyutai. With him around, our actions will be much more convenient.” The child said in a childish voice, “Jin Yingxiu, you stay and guard the Burning Platform Hall.”

"Alright." Jin Yingxiu wasn't upset that she couldn't go; she smiled brightly. "Then I wish you a safe and successful trip."

——

Outside Yongyuan City, it was a dark and windy night.

Wei Feng suppressed the pain in his primordial spirit with all his might, glaring hatefully at Jiang Gu's back—he was already in excruciating pain, and this man was still making him cultivate.

Unfortunately, he couldn't resist.

These days he gets up earlier than the chickens and goes to bed later than the dogs. He only gets fifteen minutes of rest a day, which is bad enough. He feels like he's going to die from exhaustion every day. He never imagined that there would be an even newer way to die waiting for him.

Ignoring the murderous glares behind him, Jiang Gu carefully studied the drop of jade marrow in the magic array. This thing should have been extracted from the cultivator's primordial spirit, but the aura of the primordial spirit on it was extremely faint, as if it had been diluted thousands of times. Even with his meticulous analysis, he could only deduce that it was related to the primordial spirit's sea of ​​consciousness refining liquid, but he could not find any further clues.

On that day in the Spirit Realm, Chu Guanshan clearly did not believe what Wei Feng said. He probably saw through Jiang Gu's intentions as early as when Jiang Gu bought Wei Feng at a high price at the auction. Although he did not know why Chu Guanshan had to test whether he had romantic feelings for Wei Feng, Chu Guanshan must have known that he cared about Wei Feng very much. Therefore, he reminded Wei Feng to come to the White Bone Palace to obtain the Jade Step Marrow to detoxify him. Only in this way would Jiang Gu come to detoxify Wei Feng knowing that he might be a Jade Step Marrow.

If it works, it will confirm that he is indeed a Jade Rank cultivator. If it doesn't, it's likely that Chu Guanshan has other plans. Jiang Gu can deduce from the information given by Bai Luan and Xiao Qingyan that he definitely has more than just the Jade Rank as a purpose. Moreover, before Wei Feng lost his memory, he had been concealing and delaying things, clearly not wanting him to know certain things...

Jiang Gu lowered his eyes and stared at the drop of jade marrow, countless thoughts swirling in his mind, before finally settling on a single point.

Wei Feng was silently condemning his inhumane acts when he suddenly met his gaze. He put on a serious face and asked, "What's wrong?"

He was just cursing in his heart; surely Jiang Gu couldn't hear his inner thoughts—

"Come here," Jiang Gu said.

Wei Feng swallowed hard and stepped forward with a stiff upper lip, only to see Jiang Gu raise his hand. Thinking he was about to be beaten, he instinctively closed his eyes, but suddenly felt a heavy weight on his neck.

He tentatively opened his eyes and saw a gleaming golden longevity lock around his neck. He paused, touched the bell on the lock, and looked up at Jiang Gu, "This is..."

"A birthday gift." Jiang Gu glanced at it indifferently and put away the jade marrow in the magic array.

Wei Feng belatedly realized that it was his birthday, and his eyes suddenly reddened. Although he didn't know why Jiang Gu would give him a longevity lock—this was usually something that mortals would give to their children, wishing them a long and healthy life, which meant nothing to a cultivator like him—he still felt a pure joy and relief welling up from the bottom of his heart.

It's like a long time ago, someone gave him a longevity lock, but he couldn't protect it.

"Thank you, Master." He touched the lock affectionately and gave Jiang Gu a bright and cheerful smile.

The resentment and wariness towards Jiang Gu vanished instantly, and even the pain in his primordial spirit was greatly reduced.

They remember the good times but not the bad.

Jiang Gu frowned slightly as he looked at Wei Feng's silly smile. He formed a hand seal and pressed it against Wei Feng's brow. Before Wei Feng could react, he activated a formation that enveloped the two of them together, and his primordial spirit directly entered Wei Feng's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Master?" Wei Feng was caught off guard when the golden primordial spirit invaded his sea of ​​consciousness, and a large, dark and filthy mass of primordial spirit was enveloped by it.

Without the heavy spiritual energy barrier, his primordial spirit merged into that bright and clean primordial spirit almost instantly. An unprecedented pleasure swept through his limbs and bones, making him stare wide-eyed in shock.

However, Jiang Guyi's finger imaginary finger froze him in place, rendering him unable to move.

Jiang Gu's primordial spirit was powerful and bright, transforming into golden mist that swirled around Wei Feng's primordial spirit. The unfamiliar and intense pleasure made him frown uncomfortably. He had never interacted with a human before and had always thought that so-called dual cultivation was a kind of opportunistic and cumbersome cultivation method. He also scoffed at so-called pleasure and lust. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he wanted to detoxify both Wei Feng's and his own primordial spirits at the same time, he would never have wanted to use such a vulgar method.

This overwhelming sense of pleasure made him uneasy.

But Wei Feng was clearly more uncomfortable than him. His dirty, dark primordial spirit initially resisted fiercely and tried to escape, but Jiang Gu grabbed his waist and pressed him back, forcing him to turn into black mist. Then Jiang Gu slowly began to remove the toxins from his primordial spirit.

“…Master.” Wei Feng’s presence was almost omnipresent as he tried his best to remain calm. “No…we are master and disciple…”

"We can't do that."

Even if he had lost his memory, he knew that this was a spiritual communion that could only be done between Daoist partners. He wanted to save it for his Daoist partner, but he couldn't help but succumb to it. He even instinctively wrapped himself in the golden mist that enveloped Jiang Gu. He subconsciously wanted to transform his primordial spirit into human form, but Jiang Gu forced him to remain in the misty state.

"It's alright." Jiang Gu's voice was restrained and calm. His primordial spirit was too powerful. He even had the urge to merge Wei Feng's primordial spirit into his own mist. But obviously, Wei Feng would not be able to withstand the shattering of his dantian. He forcibly ignored the strange sensation and began to guide Wei Feng to cultivate dual cultivation to force out the toxins in his primordial spirit.

However, Wei Feng was not very cooperative.

His primordial spirit had been injured before and was slightly weaker than Jiang Gu's, but his actions were ruthless. His willpower was not as strong as Jiang Gu's, and he also practiced the Six Desires Path, so he quickly succumbed. The black mist suddenly surged and encircled the golden mist like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

Jiang Gu was momentarily stunned by the provocation. He lowered his voice to warn him, but his voice was unusually unsteady, "...Wei Feng."

“Master, I, I—” Wei Feng’s gaze was filled with intense color. He was omnipresent and merged into Jiang Gu’s consciousness, yet he could not be captured in a concrete form. His hoarse and dry voice floated in the mist.

"Master, please kiss me, I beg you."

"I feel so bad, Master."

He cried so hard that even his primordial spirit mist trembled, and Jiang Gu, who had finally managed to sort out the poison, almost had it all thrown into disarray by his crying.

Jiang Gu took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, saying, "Transform into human form."

Wei Feng sobbed as he transformed into human form, his naked, muscular upper body appearing and disappearing in the golden-black mist. Almost the instant Jiang Gu transformed into human form, Wei Feng scooped him up with his long arm and pulled him tightly into his embrace, roughly and haphazardly kissing Jiang Gu's neck and shoulders.

Jiang Gu frowned even more deeply, raised his hand and grabbed the back of Wei Feng's neck, forcing him to lift his head. Wei Feng's eyelashes were wet, and his eyes and nose were red from crying. He looked at him pitifully, tears falling in large drops. "Master, I think I'm going to die... kiss me, or I'll explode and die."

Jiang Gu's forehead veins throbbed violently. With a thought, he transformed his spiritual power into a white veil, wrapped it around Jiang Gu's pitiful, reddened eyes, and pressed down on the back of Jiang Gu's neck to kiss him.

Wei Feng got his wish and, while kissing Jiang Gu, used force to knock him down into her sea of ​​consciousness. He haphazardly pulled at the white veil covering his eyes with one hand, and eagerly reached for Jiang Gu's back with the other, trying to untie those annoying clothes, but Jiang Gu held his hand down.

He lay on top of Jiang Gu, burying his head in the crook of Jiang Gu's neck, his breath hot, but his voice pitiful, "Master... Master... I want more—"

He couldn't quite articulate what else he wanted to do, but he forcefully pulled Jiang Gu into his arms, not wanting him to turn back into golden mist. However, the spiritual connection with the mist was far from enough; his instincts told him there was an even more comfortable way.

However, Jiang Gu did not give him that opportunity.

The toxins in his primordial spirit had been forced to one place and most of them had been expelled, but there were still residual toxins that could not be completely cleared no matter what. Perhaps further progress would be possible, but Jiang Gu stopped.

He was able to suppress it temporarily, which was within his expectations. He didn't want to get too entangled with Wei Feng, and besides, if he didn't want to be led by the nose by Chu Guanshan, he wouldn't have chosen the path of spiritual communication.

The intense pleasure came to an abrupt end, and the golden mist swiftly withdrew from Wei Feng's consciousness.

As their spirits returned to their places, the cool moonlight shone on their robes. Within the formation, they were still some distance apart; Jiang Gu's fingertips didn't even touch Wei Feng's forehead.

Wei Feng suddenly opened his eyes, meeting Jiang Gu's indifferent gaze. His handsome face instantly flushed red. The deadly pleasure hadn't subsided yet, and sweat beaded on his nose as he stammered, "Shishi, Master...we—"

"It's just to help you detoxify," Jiang Gu interrupted him coldly. "Don't worry about it."

Don't worry about it?

How could I not care!

Wei Feng roared inwardly, his face turning as red as if it were about to bleed. He mustered his courage and shouted, "Master, I... I will take responsibility for you!"

"..." Jiang Gu twitched his lips. "Meddlesome."

Wei Feng hesitated and couldn't say anything, only carefully taking his hand, "Let's become Daoist partners, Master."

Jiang Gu said with a blank expression, "I already have a Daoist partner in mind."

Wei Feng was struck dumb, then angrily retorted, "No! We've already communicated spiritually! Is it that Xiao Qingyan? Master, you've treated me like this, aren't you going to take responsibility for me?"

Jiang Gu had a headache from his yelling and stared at him expressionlessly.

Wei Feng felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze. Instinctively, he wanted to back away, but instead, he stubbornly raised his chin and began to list his crimes, "Master, you forced me into spiritual communion, entangled my primordial spirit, and wouldn't let me leave. You kissed me, you touched me, and you even—"

Jiang Gu sneered, and the array behind him was already formed, directly piercing into Wei Feng's brow.

Wei Feng's voice stopped abruptly.

A moment later, his eyes became clear and blank again. He looked down and touched the small gold lock hanging around his neck, smiling brightly, "Thank you, Master, for remembering my birthday!"

Jiang Gu subtly curled the corners of his lips.

Fool, if he can seal a memory once, of course he can seal it a second time.

Wei Feng only needs to be his apprentice.

A gentle night breeze blew through the intertwined sleeves of the two figures, swept across the dense forests, pierced through the dark, towering borderlands, and traversed the vast, boundless continent, finally landing beneath a blood-red Bodhi tree.

Under the tree, the young man who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes, a suspicious flush rising on his cheeks. The lingering effects of the spiritual communion made his breath tremble slightly. He was stunned for a long time before he received the sensations and memories of being sealed for the second time. He laughed through gritted teeth: "...Master."

That was a face exactly like Wei Feng's.