Chapter 239 Red Kite Seeks Jade (Thirteen)

The continent of Chenyao has a humid climate with four distinct seasons. Spring and summer bring rain and snow, while the abundant spiritual veins beneath the earth provide the most suitable environment for various secret realms and blessed lands. The entire continent has sixteen cities, each occupied by a different race. Although there are often frictions between them, they have maintained a delicate balance in recent years.

"Not long ago—about twenty years ago—a group of cultivators came to Anliu City and drove away the original Rakshasa people, leaving the place in chaos," said a strange creature with horns on its head. "However, the Rakshasa people were busy choosing a new king and fighting amongst themselves, so they didn't have time to deal with these things. Sigh, I think you must be human. Why did you come back to our Chuizhu City?"

The seven-story restaurant built of ebony was bustling with activity. On the top floor, there were even spirits performing. Some of them looked like humans, some had human heads and bodies, and many still maintained their original forms. The middle floors were gambling dens and brothels, noisy and lively.

Jiang Gu slightly turned her head to avoid the butterfly sprite who flew over dizzily while carrying the wine jar. Just as she was about to fall into the jar, the horned monster next to her scooped her up with a finger and placed her on a dry cloth.

"The human race is also not at peace internally," Jiang Gu said calmly.

The horned monster chuckled, hands tucked into its sleeves, "You don't need to hide it from me. I can tell at a glance you're not one of Shen Yao's people. You're from Wang Yue's side, aren't you?"

Jiang Gu's eyebrows twitched slightly: "How do you know?"

"Most of the humans in Shenyao are dependent on the Half-Immortal Clan, and they are all arrogant and conceited. They all call themselves divine messengers. You newcomers from Wangyue don't have much of a divine aura, and your cultivation is just average." The horned monster shrugged. "In Shenyao, Great Luo is as common as dogs, and Taiyi is everywhere. Anyone with a little fame is already a Dao Ancestor at the Great Perfection."

He smiled as he said this, his eyes crinkling, his beast-like eyes bright and lively, and the white horns on his forehead looking furry. He said, "My name is Feng Wuyou, and I am a Qilin."

"..." Jiang Gu was silent for a moment.

Feng Wuyou, seemingly a warm-hearted Qilin, pointed to the crowd in the distance and said, "She's a nine-tailed fox who just lost her Daoist partner last month. She's disillusioned with the world and wants to become a nun. She's currently breaking up with her nineteenth male concubine... He's a three-legged toad, the young master of this Seven Star Tower. He's greedy and loves capturing demons who can't afford to pay him to work for him for free... And that one over there is a white dragon, but it's best not to mess with him. He has a bad temper, and his lover is from the Half-Immortal Clan. Don't mess with him..."

"A half-immortal?" Jiang Gu looked at him.

Feng Wuyou asked in surprise, "You don't even know about the Half-Immortal Clan?"

Jiang Gu truly didn't know, and looking at the room full of strange and wonderful spirits and demons, even Wei Feng's original form seemed especially adorable.

“The Half-Immortal Clan isn’t really a race. They are cultivators who attempted to ascend after reaching the Great Perfection of the Dao Ancestor Realm but failed, yet survived by sheer luck. It’s similar to ascending to immortality. They can communicate with the gods of the Upper Realm in the Divine Temple…” Feng Wuyou lowered his voice and said, “Now, they basically call the shots in Shenyao. It’s best not to provoke them unless they’re on your side. Once they’ve got their eye on you, you’ll suffer the consequences.”

Jiang Gu nodded.

Seeing this, Feng Wuyou casually picked up the wine pot next to Jiang Gu, took a few sips, and smacked his lips with lingering satisfaction: "Brother, this Immortal Brew is really delicious, no wonder it costs 100,000 high-grade spirit stones."

Jiang Gu smiled slightly and pushed the entire pot of wine next to him.

"Oh dear, how could I accept this?" Feng Wuyou's horn twitched, but his hands were quite honest. He grabbed the wine jug and gulped down several mouthfuls. Soon, two red blushes appeared on his cheeks. "Brother, for the sake of this wine, I'll tell you the truth... hurry up and go to your human race's Anliu City. Maybe you can still survive."

Jiang Gu glanced around and saw nothing unusual except for a few curious stares.

“A person in Chenyao is a rare find…and you’re so clean and beautiful, I’d like to keep you as a spirit pet.” Feng Wuyou said drunkenly, “That three-legged toad must have already planned how to keep you here. Throw down the spirit stones and leave quickly, I…I’ll hold them off for you.”

Jiang Gu glanced at him, placed a bag of high-grade spirit stones on the table, and got up to leave.

A commotion immediately broke out in the hall. Jiang Gu had just narrowed his eyes when a powerful pressure from the Dao Ancestor Realm swept across the entire Seven Star Tower. Feng Wuyou, holding a wine pot, chuckled and said, "Toad, harmony brings wealth. This kid is new here, there's no reason for him to work for you for free for the rest of his life."

The toad demon's eyes bulged out as it glared resentfully at Jiang Gu's retreating figure, gruffly saying, "You four-legged monster, always so kind-hearted, how many good things have you ruined for me?!"

He had been planning to raise such a beautiful and adorable human as a mascot, as it was a rare sight to see one.

Feng Wuyou, carrying a wine jug, staggered over to him, carefully avoiding the several sleeping monsters on the ground. He put his arm around the man's neck and laughed, "Brother Toad, have you forgotten that I can see people's fortune? That cultivator just now... he had incredible fortune, I've never seen anything like it in my life. Let's do him a favor, and we'll surely benefit from it in the future."

Chan Lin looked at him suspiciously: "Stronger than those demigods' luck?"

"Tch, what are those half-immortals?" Feng Wuyou curled her lip and patted his chest. "Listen to me, if we follow him, we'll definitely be just as successful as those half-immortals. We'd even be worth it to be his spirit pets."

Chan Lin frowned: "I am the young master of the Seven Star Tower, how dare you ask me to be someone's spirit pet?"

"Hiss, you're so short-sighted! You might not even have the luck to be his spirit pet. Just trying to get noticed, brother!" Feng Wuyou grabbed a few bags of spirit stones from him. "Compared to him, what is your Seven Star Tower? I'm only telling you this out of brotherhood. If you don't believe me, I'll go there myself."

Chan Lin narrowed his eyes: "You know I let you eat and drink for free every day because of your good fortune, right? How does it compare to you?"

"A world of difference." Feng Wuyou pointed to the sky. "Just now, in order to glimpse his fortune, I spent a thousand years of cultivation to get a vague idea. Even for those who are about to ascend, it would only take me a day or two of my lifespan, understand?"

Chan Lin's expression immediately turned serious.

He let Feng Wuyou stay in the building because the Qilin can attract good fortune, and since Feng Wuyou started living here, not only his Seven Star Building, but the entire street nearby has seen booming business. If this person's luck is even stronger than Feng Wuyou's...

"Want to bet? If we win, we'll all benefit, including our chickens and dogs." Feng Wuyou gestured with his chin. "Of course, the chickens and dogs will be the two of us."

Chanlin rolled his eyes and said, "Let's go."

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As Jiang Gu stepped out of the restaurant, he was enveloped by the drizzling rain. The rain was rich in spiritual energy, and his inner core began to circulate on its own, absorbing and cultivating.

Even though he had been in Shenyao for three years, he still found it difficult to adapt to the distinct four seasons here.

When his primordial spirit stepped out of the void seal, Xiao Dan had already sensed it. For the past three years, he had been active in several cities on the edge of the Shenyao Continent, cultivating to avoid Xiao Dan's search while searching for Wei Feng. Fortunately, Shenyao has many races and complex forces, so Xiao Dan cannot cover everything and will not be able to find him for a while. But that is also the problem - Shenyao is too big, and finding someone is like finding a needle in a haystack. He cannot even find Wei Feng through the connection of the sea of ​​consciousness and the technique of finding people.

Just now, when he was talking to that Qilin monster, the search array had a very subtle fluctuation.

After he came out, the fluctuations became even more pronounced.

Jiang Gu looked into the distance. To the east was a large lake, at least ten thousand miles away. He entered the Void Seal and came out at the lakeside.

It's called a lake, but it's more like a boundless, sticky swamp. There's not much water in it, and the swamp is filled with a thick demonic aura. This area must be the territory of the demons.

Unlike the demonic cultivators of Wangyue and Pingze, the demons here are a genuine race. They live off the demonic energy of heaven and earth, are fierce and violent, and have strange and irregular appearances. They are the lowest-ranking race among all races.

The fluctuations within the magic circle became more pronounced.

Jiang Gu conjured a spiritual energy shield and plunged directly into the swamp. Feng Wuyou and Chanlin, who arrived shortly after, exchanged bewildered glances.

"She looks quite ethereal, how come she's so indiscriminate?" Chanlin almost revealed her true form with disdain. "We toads don't come to places like this."

Feng Wuyou covered his nose and said, "This stench can't even be blocked by spiritual energy, yet he went down directly. He's ruthless. Let's go down too."

Although he said he was going down, his body was resisting by moving backward.

"Get down!" Chanlin revealed his true form and kicked Feng Wuyou down with his strongest toad leg.

Feng Wuyou revealed his true form in mid-air: a fat Qilin with glossy fur. He let out a wail and plunged headfirst into the swamp.

Monsters occasionally swam inside the swamp, but they were all low-level monsters that had not yet developed intelligence. As soon as they sensed the spiritual power on Jiang Gu's body, they automatically ran far away, gurgling in their language.

Jiang Gu couldn't understand, but the search array in his sea of ​​consciousness was getting brighter and brighter, so he sped up. The surrounding environment became darker and darker, and eventually even burning his spiritual power couldn't make him see clearly. So he simply shut off his vision, leaving only his sense of touch and hearing. The surroundings instantly became noisy.

A very faint smell of blood was mixed in with the unpleasant and complicated odor, and it became stronger and stronger as Jiang Gu approached. Jiang Gu was almost certain that the other party was Wei Feng.

"Wei Feng?" Jiang Gu called out, but there was no response. Moreover, countless demonic creatures were attached to Wei Feng. Just as Jiang Gu was about to clear them away, a suction force suddenly came from behind him, pulling him straight back.

Jiang Gu was about to make a move when his opponent was even faster, shouting, "He's my brother! Feng Wuyou!"

Jiang Gu paused slightly, frowned, and asked, "You were following me?"

"Let's put that aside for now. You almost lost your life just now, you know that?" Feng Wuyou said, holding his breath in the muddy water. "Although I don't know who you're looking for, that thing is definitely not the person you're looking for!"

Before they could finish speaking, several dark tentacles suddenly wrapped around their ankles and pulled them down sharply.