Chapter 200 Misty Rain Pavilion (Twenty-Eight)

Jiang breathed a sigh of relief without making it obvious, and picked up the unconscious man in his arms. They were about the same size, with Wei Feng only slightly taller than him, so it was a harmonious fit. However, Wei Feng's injuries had worsened, and his outer robe was quickly stained red.

As Xiao Qingyan watched him pick up Wei Feng, she felt a pang of sadness mixed with resentment. "If you spoil him like this, I'm afraid you'll only make him more arrogant."

Wei Feng was simply insane just now, actually trying to force his way into Jiang Gu's sea of ​​consciousness. Yet even so, Jiang Gu did not get angry and even backed down repeatedly. This was not something Jiang Gu would do.

Jiang Gu looked down at the person who had fallen asleep in his arms. "It's alright. This was my oversight."

Since he had said all that, Xiao Qingyan could only awkwardly shut up.

As Jiang Gu traveled, he examined Wei Feng's body. This guy didn't take his body seriously at all. In just over ten hours, he had been injured again, and his primordial spirit was in a terrible state. Even the black jade bracelet couldn't repair his almost completely collapsed primordial spirit.

This guy almost drove himself crazy with anxiety.

He knew Wei Feng was fiery, but he never imagined he was this fiery. However, recalling what had happened in the memory illusion, it seemed to make sense.

By the time they met up with Jiang Xiangyun, it was completely dark.

Jiang Xiangyun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him holding Wei Feng. "This guy is practically a living ancestor. Seventh Brother, you don't know, neither Yao Li nor I dared to stop him. If we had, I was afraid he would have been scared out of his wits on the spot."

"Thank you," Jiang Gu said, indicating his understanding.

Jiang Xiangyun smiled and waved his hand, "Why are you being so polite with your older brother? You know I'm not slacking off."

Besides Jiang Xiangyun, Yao Li, and Lu Liyu, there were also Hu Jingchen, Lin Feibai, and even Wu Ren, Wu Yi, and a few other unfamiliar faces present. Jiang Xiangyun followed his gaze and was about to explain when he saw his seventh brother indifferently ignore these people and carry Wei Feng to the side.

"..." Jiang Xiangyun clapped his hands awkwardly, "It's not impossible to talk about it later."

Lu Liyu chuckled gloatingly from the side, but was frozen in place by a cold glare from the beggar. The beggar shrugged dismissively, "Fine, all you do is yell at me. You heartless bastard who turns his back on me after you've done your bidding."

Jiang Xiangyun gave him a deep look, then turned to find Yao Li to make arrangements for Xiao Qingyan.

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In the turbid sea of ​​consciousness, Jiang Gu searched for a long time before finally finding Wei Feng's primordial spirit in a secluded corner.

He hid behind a huge rock, curled up into a ball. Most of the wounds that were originally stitched together by the fine ghost patterns were forcibly torn apart, and the edges kept dissipating into mist, which was then gathered back by the black jade bracelet. However, the speed of gathering was far slower than the speed of dissipation. He closed his eyes tightly, but water droplets of mist kept flowing from the corners of his eyes and dissipating into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Jiang Gu put his arm around Wei Feng's shoulder and lifted him up. He then tore off a piece of his own primordial spirit, which turned into a thin membrane and enveloped Wei Feng.

Sensing Jiang Gu's presence, Wei Feng seemed to finally calm down and stopped crying, though he still frowned.

The repair of the black jade bracelet was too slow, so Jiang Gu activated the Netherworld Bone again. Wei Feng accepted all kinds of turbid and spiritual energy, which would speed up the process a bit without consuming too much spiritual power.

Jiang Gu stopped the ghostly patterns that were trying to stitch his primordial spirit together.

In Jiang Gu's few memories, Wei Feng was extremely fond of beauty. When he was at Lianyun Peak, his food, clothing and daily necessities were extremely exquisite and extravagant. Later, he dared not reveal his stitched primordial spirit to him for a time... Jiang Gu checked the man inside and out again, and then he had a plan to heal his primordial spirit.

As his soul was slowly nourished, Wei Feng finally opened his eyes and regained consciousness.

The surroundings were completely silent and empty, without a single person in sight. His gaze darkened, and he scrambled to his feet, about to transform into mist to search for the person, when suddenly a familiar voice sounded behind him: "Where are you going?"

Wei Feng turned around abruptly and saw Jiang Gu walk out of the teleportation array.

He deliberately arranged for Wei Feng to stay away from Jiang Xiangyun and the others, lest that bastard wake up and either want to eat this or swallow that alive, just thinking about that situation made him extremely worried.

Wei Feng glared at him, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "Where's Xiao Qingyan?"

"Why do you care about him?" Jiang Gu reinforced the surrounding array again, took out the Heavenly Pool, and said, "Go in and soak."

Wei Feng refused to listen to him, saying, "It's none of your business."

“Your primordial spirit is in great danger right now, and it could disintegrate and disappear at any moment,” Jiang Gu said. “Not dying is one thing, but being half-dead means you’re at the mercy of others.”

Wei Feng's muscles were tense, and his back was straight, like a hedgehog covered in sharp quills. "Anyway, you don't care about me, so you can just throw me away."

“We’re just going to split up.” Jiang Gu looked at him across the pool. “I can’t be by your side every single moment.”

"Why not? Do you want to go find Xiao Qingyan or Jiang Xiangyun?" Wei Feng remained unmoved, his face contorted with rage as he asked, "Have you broken the soul bond with Xiao Qingyan?"

"..." Jiang Gu's forehead vein throbbed. "It's off."

"I want to join too." Wei Feng suddenly approached him, wanting to enter his sea of ​​consciousness without any regard for anything else.

Jiang Gu pressed his hand against his forehead. "Don't do anything pointless."

Wei Feng sneered: "See, you despise me, loathe me, and wish you could drive me far away. You won't even let me into your sea of ​​consciousness."

Jiang Gu couldn't reason with him at all, so he grabbed him by the back of the neck and threw him into the pool, then began to form an array.

A splash rang out as Wei Feng, his head still wet, stared stubbornly at him. He swam to the shore, grabbed Wei Feng's ankle, and with a sudden pull, dragged him down with him.

He was incredibly fast, and Jiang Gu was caught off guard. He was actually pulled down by him. The pool water went over his mouth and nose and then fell back down. Just as Jiang Gu was about to raise his hand to wipe the water off his face, a thick ghost pattern wrapped around his wrist and twisted it behind his back. In just a moment, the ghost pattern covered Jiang Gu's entire body, and Wei Feng grabbed his chin and kissed him roughly.

His anger had not subsided, and he violently bit Jiang Gu's lip, fiercely sweeping his teeth across the jaw, wishing he could swallow the man whole. Jiang Gu's body was tightly bound by the ghost patterns, which were still dissipating. Whenever he used his spiritual power, Wei Feng's primordial spirit would be further injured, and all the effort he had just put in would be wasted.

Jiang Gu did not respond, letting him do as he pleased, his expression calm and indifferent as if he were oblivious.

Wei Feng bit his chin in a fit of rage, then looked up, his breath unsteady, his eyelashes wet as if he were crying, "Why!"

Why not shake him off and resist like before, even if it's just scolding or beating him up, it would be better than this indifferent indifference without any reaction?

Jiang Gu looked at him expressionlessly, "After the kiss, go and heal your wounds."

Wei Feng was furious with him, his eyes bloodshot. He grabbed Jiang Gu's shirt and kissed him again. Jiang Gu instinctively turned his head away, but the ghost pattern wrapped around his neck. Wei Feng kissed him vigorously, his knees underwater pressed against Jiang Gu's knees, and his hands went inside Jiang Gu's shirt, trying to undo his belt.

The water rippled, and Jiang Gu finally grasped his burning wrist. "Enough is enough."

Wei Feng's eyes were red, and his voice choked with emotion, "Why didn't you resist? Did you have a spiritual connection with Xiao Qingyan?"

Jiang Gusheng was so angry he laughed. He simply didn't know where Wei Feng had come to this absurd conclusion. "No. Wei Feng, calm down. Your condition is very bad right now. You must focus on healing."

Wei Feng stared straight at him, "Anyway, you don't want me, so what if I die?"

“I’m not saying I don’t want you.” Jiang Gu took a deep breath and patiently explained to him, “Given our previous situation, even if I hid in your primordial spirit to undergo the tribulation, the lightning tribulation would still attract the people from the Eight Pavilions, making it difficult for us to escape unscathed, understand?”

Jiang Gu was afraid that he wouldn't understand, so he explained the previous plan to him in detail.

Wei Feng watched his lips open and close, swallowed hard, and leaned in to lick away the bloodstains from his lips.

Jiang Gu's voice abruptly stopped.

Wei Feng's eyes were red, and the fierce aura around him had faded away at some point. He carefully put his arm around Jiang Gu's waist, his wet hair hanging down in front of his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "If you communicate with me spiritually one more time, I will believe you."

The calculations were quite swift and precise, and Jiang Gu's eyebrows twitched slightly as he gave a soft sneer.

Wei Feng pursed his lips, lowered his eyes dejectedly, and grabbed Jiang Gu's belt in a fit of anger. His handsome face was clouded with gloom. "Then let me go into your sea of ​​consciousness and take a look."

Jiang Gu was getting really impatient with his pestering, so he simply opened his sea of ​​consciousness and let his dark primordial spirit enter.

In the vast and clean sea of ​​consciousness, there was a surface of water formed by the condensation of pale golden spiritual energy. Wei Feng was like a small beast patrolling its territory, wandering back and forth and sniffing. Only after confirming that there was no one else's presence did his complexion improve somewhat.

"Go out and heal your wounds after you're done looking at it." Jiang Gu had a strong sense of territory. Although he had been freely entering and leaving Wei Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, he was not used to Wei Feng entering his own sea of ​​consciousness and instinctively resisted. After satisfying his request, he began to drive him away.

Wei Feng refused to leave. He found a secluded corner and sat down cross-legged. "I'll heal here. The spiritual energy here is much more abundant than outside."

Jiang Gu sneered: "I just finished my tribulation, so naturally my spiritual energy is abundant."

The sea of ​​consciousness of a cultivator after he has just survived his tribulation is filled with the purest spiritual energy in the world, which is the most precious thing. Jiang Gu has not even had time to refine this spiritual energy in order to help him heal. Although he cares about Wei Feng, he is not generous enough to share it with others.

"I only need a little bit." Wei Feng immersed himself in the spiritual energy filled with Jiang Gu's aura, not caring at all about the excessively concentrated metallic properties within it, and even attempting to pollute this clean and pure spiritual energy with his ghostly markings.

"Not even a little bit. Get out," Jiang Gu warned him.

Wei Feng pretended not to hear and shamelessly let the ghost pattern spread, trying to fill Jiang Gu's sea of ​​consciousness with his aura and spiritual power.

Jiang Gu laughed in anger, then kicked the person and the ghost pattern away.