Chapter 240 Red Kite Seeks Jade (Part Fourteen)

When Feng Wuyou was pulled down, he transformed back into his original form, a round and plump Qilin clinging tightly to the driftwood on the swamp. He even grabbed Jiang Gu and Chanlin with his tail, veins bulging on his forehead: "Hurry up! The luck of this thing down there is almost black as soot. I've never seen such an unlucky thing before! It's cursed!"

Chanlin roared, "Are you blind? One minute you see someone with boundless good fortune, the next you see someone with inescapable misfortune?"

Feng Wuyou cried out in despair, "Grab him! Grab him—"

Only after they were late did they realize that they were still sinking, and at an increasingly faster speed than the tentacles. Clearly, the dark, filthy tentacles were also stunned, seeing for the first time that someone was eagerly courting death.

Both Chanlin and Feng Wuyou transformed into their original forms, but they still couldn't stop Jiang Gu, who was determined to "seek death." Soon, they were dragged in front of the "misfortune spirit."

"Brother, I'm not trying to be rude, but a lot of monsters have died in this swamp recently, and most of them are related to this thing. Besides, it's not even a human being," Feng Wuyou whispered to him.

Jiang Gu ignored them and walked up to the pool of tentacles. The tentacles, which had been so arrogant, suddenly retracted as if they had encountered their natural enemy.

Feng Wuyou and Chanlin, who were just preparing for a fierce battle: "??"

"Wei Feng, come out." Jiang Gu frowned slightly. Logically speaking, with Wei Feng's cultivation level, he shouldn't have fallen to this state.

The tentacles curled up into a ball and turned to burrow into the swamp mud, but Jiang Gu reached out without hesitation and accurately grabbed the main body from a puddle of mud, pulling the person out—if it could even be considered a person.

It was a filthy mass about the length of an adult's arm, sticky and damp, exuding a strong demonic aura. Around it were writhing black tentacles, with some not-yet-completely-corroded bones wrapped around them.

Even though Jiang Gu had seen many strange and bizarre monsters over the years, he was genuinely silent for a moment.

Not to mention the mud he was hiding in... Jiang Gu frowned, trying to send a wisp of his divine sense into his sea of ​​consciousness to investigate. But just as his spiritual power was about to touch him, the thing let out a piercing scream, and all the monsters in the swamp became agitated.

"Stop right now!" Feng Wuyou shouted, covering his ears. "If you forcibly invade his sea of ​​consciousness, he will cause a demonic tide, and then none of us will be able to get out!"

Jiang Gu had no choice but to give up, but he did not let go.

As the spiritual energy withdrew, the pool of black mud gradually subsided. The black tentacles drooped listlessly, and after a while, they thought they were hidden and stuck to Jiang Gu's white sleeve.

"What on earth is this thing?" Chan Lin peeked out from behind Feng Wuyou, curiously reaching out to touch it, but met Jiang Gu's cold gaze.

Feng Wuyou immediately slapped his hand away and said with an embarrassed smile, "Brother, don't misunderstand, we just happened to be passing by and wanted to see if you needed any help."

"No need," Jiang Gu said coldly.

"Hey, you can't be so absolute. Having more friends means having more options," Feng Wuyou said with a smile. "I see you're looking for someone too. How about this, I'll help you find someone, and we'll just be friends, okay?"

Jiang Gu remained noncommittal.

"He's a Qilin, an ancient divine beast. Finding someone for you is a piece of cake for him," Chanlin chimed in. "Hello, my name is Chanlin, I'm a three-legged toad. Brother, if you ever need money, just come to me!"

Jiang Gu emerged from the swamp carrying a puddle of mud that resembled Wei Feng's, with Feng Wuyou and Chan Lin close behind.

The spiritual energy fluctuations within the search array stabilized within a certain range. Jiang Gu lowered his gaze to the clump of mud entangled in his palm. The black mud seemed to sense his gaze, shrinking back and trying to slip away quietly along his sleeve. However, it was precisely pinched in its vital spot, causing it to tremble and repeatedly bump against Jiang Gu's palm, as if... begging for mercy.

Even if this thing is not Wei Feng, it is very similar to Wei Feng in some aspects, and its aura is not much different, so it should be related to Wei Feng.

Jiang Gu intended to stuff it into the spirit pet pouch, but the black mud resisted fiercely, shaking even more violently and splattering mud all over Jiang Gu.

Jiang Gu had no choice but to put it in his sleeve.

Feng Wuyou hesitated for a moment, then said, "Brother, this thing might bring bad luck—"

"My name is Jiang Gu, just call me by my name." Jiang Gu expressionlessly pressed the black mud that was sticking out of his sleeve back in.

Feng Wuyou rolled up his sleeves and said with a smile, "Brother Jiang."

"Can you help me find someone?" Consultant Jiang asked.

“That’s right,” Feng Wuyou said. “As long as he’s in Chenyao, I will definitely be able to help you find him.”

"What do you want?" Jiang Gu asked again.

Feng Wuyou waved his hand repeatedly and said, "I will not take a single penny. I only hope that Brother Jiang will not forget me when he attains enlightenment and ascends to immortality."

Jiang Gu slowly narrowed his eyes: "No one in the cultivation world has ascended to immortality for tens of thousands of years."

"I am not very talented, but my only advantage is that I live a long life." Feng Wuyou's smile deepened. "Although life in Chenyao is not bad, it gets boring after a while. What do you think?"

"make a deal."

When Jiang Gu first arrived in Shenyao, he noticed that most cultivators here had long since abandoned the method of assessing cultivation level based on cultivation level—these cumbersome cultivation levels seemed more suitable for human cultivators—for them, some unique "abilities" were more important, such as the fat Qilin's ability to observe people's fortune and the three-legged toad's ability to generate wealth. However, he was still unsure about the connection between these abilities and ascension, but there was no doubt that the cultivation methods and environment here were much more complex than those in Pingze Wangyue, and the connection between cultivators and the Heavenly Dao was much closer.

Feng Wuyou took the clothes that Wei Feng had worn from Jiang Gu and remarked, "These clothes are very valuable."

"Wedding attire," Jiang Gu said.

Feng Wuyou looked at him with a hint of sympathy, and said while searching for someone, "It seems you are also a devoted lover, just like us Qilin clan. Once you've chosen a partner, you won't change your mind. Back in the day, I was also... um? Hiss."

"What's wrong?" Chanlin asked.

Feng Wuyou scratched his chin and looked at Jiang Gu: "You two didn't form a Daoist couple contract, and there's no predestined relationship between you... Let me see, from the perspective of the Heavenly Dao, you two are completely unrelated, like heaven and earth."

Jiang Gu's expression turned slightly cold.

“These entanglements are all man-made, and they’re karmic entanglements that are simply trying to prevent you from ascending.” Before Feng Wuyou could finish speaking, a thunderclap boomed from the horizon, startling Chanlin who was standing next to him.

"Crack, crack, crack, who are you trying to scare?" Feng Wuyou said calmly, lowering his voice, "Brother, you'll probably understand everything once you get up there. Even if I tell you now, you definitely won't listen. Just wait and see, you two definitely won't end up together. At most, he'll be a tribulation for you, hmm, a love tribulation."

Jiang Gu's eyes were icy cold: "Find someone."

Feng Wuyou sighed helplessly, the Qilin horn on his forehead twitched twice, and said slowly, "To the northeast, 69,000 li away, lies Fujie City."

The black mud in Jiang Gu's sleeve couldn't wait to pop out and nuzzle Jiang Gu's palm.

"One good news and one bad news." Feng Wuyou tilted his head. "The good news is that he's still alive, the bad news is that he won't live much longer."

Jiang Gu calmly said, "His physical form is special; he won't die."

“That’s in the lower cultivation realm.” Feng Wuyou pointed to the ground and then to the sky. “This is the higher cultivation realm. Don’t mind my harsh words. You should know Xiao Dan from Wangyue. A few years ago, he was beaten like a worm by the young master of the Half-Immortal Clan. He still had to turn around and personally apologize to the Half-Immortal Clan. Even if he has a special physique, it’s just a matter of nodding if you want him to die.”

Jiang Gu frowned: "He has no grudge against Shen Yao."

"He has no grudge against Shen Yao, but his relationship with those above is another matter." Feng Wuyou looked at him, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. "Brother, although I can't see your true form, judging from your aura, those above who want to protect you are definitely not simple characters. Once you arrive in Shen Yao, those high-ranking officials will only need to lift a finger to clear your way..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the world suddenly changed color. A strong wind arose, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and several more bolts of lightning rushed straight towards Feng Wuyou. He couldn't dodge in time and took several of them by force. The lightning bolts kept coming back behind Jiang Gu. As if they had eyes, they suddenly stopped, circled around Jiang Gu for a moment, and then disappeared without a trace.

Canlin stood trembling to the side, his face pale: "Mother..."

Feng Wuyou weakly got up from the ground and looked at Jiang Gu, saying, "These lightning bolts took away 40,000 years of my lifespan... Brother, I'm telling you this with my life, you must never forget me."

Although he seemed like a charlatan, Jiang Gu recalled the seal that had been broken in the Chaolong Secret Realm at the beginning, and a plan began to form in his mind.

He had been in Shenyao for three years and everything he did went smoothly except for finding Wei Feng. The lightning bolts just now did not seem to be manipulated by humans. If they had been in Wangyue and Pingze, those tribulation lightning bolts would have struck him long ago, but they bypassed him here... It was indeed the right decision for him to lure this Qilin out.

Six months ago, he heard from a Rakshasa that there was a Qilin auspicious beast in Chuizhu City that could see the fortune of the people. This Qilin was lazy by nature but kind and simple-minded. It was kept in the Seven Star Tower by a three-legged toad to attract good fortune. He waited for three whole months before the fat Qilin showed up. Sure enough, the Qilin chased him out of the Seven Star Tower and told him a lot of heavenly secrets like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

He suddenly understood why the ugly toad wouldn't let Feng Wuyou come out to see people.

With a mix of shock and exhaustion, Chan Lin stood guard beside Feng Wuyou, exclaiming in astonishment, "Forty thousand years of lifespan? Are you trying to die?!"

"Don't worry, I won't die. I can live for tens of thousands of years." Feng Wuyou didn't think it was a big deal at all, and his mind was on Jiang Gu. "Brother Jiang, just don't forget me."

Jiang Gu calmly nodded: "Would you like to travel with me?"

Feng Wuyou excitedly popped his Qilin horn out with a pop, nodding repeatedly: "Of course we are willing, Brother Jiang, rest assured, my brother and I will go through fire and water for you without hesitation!"

Jiang Gu glanced at the three-legged toad beside him, paused for a moment, and said, "...Thank you."

At least this Qilin is plump and white, and as for this toad—at least it can bring wealth.

Jiang Gu silently withdrew his gaze. Chan Lin glared defiantly at the mud in his sleeve and said to Feng Wuyou, "I'm at least better than that mud, right?"

Feng Wuyou hissed, "What mud? This is Brother Jiang's beloved possession; it must be something extraordinary."

Chanlin was so angry he almost kicked him into the swamp.

Knowing that Wei Feng was in imminent danger, Jiang Gu, along with Hei Ni from his sleeve, Feng Wuyou, and Chan Lin, hurriedly headed to Fujie City.

Meanwhile, in Shenyaobo, where the Half-Immortal Clan resides.

A colossal, golden Dharma image floated within the magic array, and the temple was filled with kneeling people, who bowed their heads respectfully and listened to the divine decree.

The golden Dharma image was indifferent, and its aura of killing intent was fierce and domineering. It was a divine thought that descended from the Supreme God ten thousand years ago.

"Help me ascend to heaven at all costs; anyone who hinders my ascension will be killed without mercy."

"I will obey God's will."

Countless streams of light shot out from the temple, and surging divine power swept across the vast mountain range and wilderness. The plaque above the temple bore four sharp, imposing characters—

Yaoyan Temple.