Chapter 250 Mountains and Rivers Intertwined (Part 4)

“Your Highness, Jiang Gu is far too ungrateful.” A disciple of the Half-Immortal Clan stepped forward, cautiously glancing at Wen Xiuji. “Shall we take action?”

"Insolence." Wen Xiuji lazily crushed the flute in his hand. "This is a reincarnation of a celestial lord. What, have you finally gotten tired of living?"

"Your Highness, I dare not!" The disciple hurriedly knelt down and apologized. "I misspoke, please punish me!"

Wen Xiuji glanced at him and chuckled, "Get up. I don't have as many rules here as in the temple."

The disciple rose with tears of gratitude, then hesitated for a moment before asking, "But Your Highness, he doesn't appreciate our kindness. What should we do? Should we really let him leave?"

“It’s normal for the Immortal Lord to be temporarily bewitched, given his cold temperament and the presence of these filthy things around him.” Wen Xiuji raised his hand and rubbed his temples. “Hiss, especially that disciple of Jiang Gu, whose turbid and ghostly aura is giving people headaches. Xiao Dan must have some skill to be able to create such a thing. Being entangled by this kind of thing, the Immortal Lord’s ascension will definitely not be smooth sailing.”

The disciple followed up on his words and asked, "But Your Highness, since we already knew the Immortal Lord's identity, why didn't we go find him sooner? Now that Wangyue and his group have gotten there first, we've fallen behind."

"Do you think the Heavenly Dao is just for show?" Wen Xiuji glanced at him, picked a vine leaf, and walked forward unhurriedly. "If we can't even reach the Chenyao Continent, then let's not talk about ascension. These are the original words of the Immortal Lord's decree. Besides, if we intervene too early, it will only make things worse. There are plenty of examples of this."

"It was my fault for being so dull," the disciple suddenly realized.

"Alright, send a message back saying we've found the reincarnation of the Immortal Lord." Wen Xiuji scratched his chin with the leaf, paused for a moment, and then said, "Also, send people to keep a close eye on the movements of that group from the Changning Temple. They've been getting very close to Xiao Dan and his group of cultivators lately. I wonder what they're up to this time. Let's not let them show up and get in our way."

"Yes, Your Highness." He nodded in agreement and turned to go down to make the arrangements, but was suddenly stopped.

"Tell your men to keep their mouths shut. Under no circumstances should Jiang Gu know his identity in the Upper Realm," Wen Xiuji said.

“But that would make it even harder for us to persuade him.”

Wen Xiuji gave him a cold look: "If you want him to be struck down by the Heavenly Dao during his tribulation, then go ahead and tell him."

The disciple shuddered and quickly replied, "Your subordinate will certainly keep your mouth shut."

Wen Xiuji waved for him to leave, then looked up at the enormous, towering vine umbrella in front of him.

However, he was looking forward to Jiang Gu's reaction after his ascension, but first, he had to help Jiang Gu get rid of that filthy thing around him.

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The City Lord's Mansion.

Wen Hanjiu escorted the group to the courtyard and smiled at Jiang Gu, saying, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, please rest here tonight. If you need anything, please feel free to contact me."

With a wave of his hand, a vine as thick as a finger appeared in front of Jiang Gu. He said with a gentle expression, "This is a section of my original vine, which can also be considered half a divine artifact. As long as you infuse it with spiritual power, I will be able to sense it."

After saying that, he turned and left in a hurry without waiting for Jiang Gu to nod. He looked back at Jiang Gu one last time at the door, still reluctant to leave.

"A divine artifact has come to life, and it hasn't even recognized a master yet." Feng Wuyou stroked his chin, looking at the vine. "Brother Jiang, why do I feel like this vine spirit wants to recognize you as its master?"

Chan Lin said enviously, "A divine artifact that has become sentient can be a powerful weapon once it recognizes its master. Why don't we take it in?"

"Master." Wei Feng gritted his teeth so hard he almost broke them, staring longingly at Jiang Gu.

"We'll discuss this later." Jiang Gu put away the vine and placed it in his spirit pet pouch. "Go and rest."

Wei Feng glanced at the spirit pet pouch and followed Jiang Gu into the room.

“Master, Wen Xiuji and this Wen Hanjiu are not good people. They must have something on their minds.” Wei Feng saw him sit down and with a flick of his wrist, a tea set appeared on the table. Inside was a spiritual tea that he had specially cultivated for Jiang Gu to repair the minor wounds on his soul.

"How so?" asked Consultant Jiang.

Wei Feng poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him, saying, "Wen Xiuji appeared at the crucial moment and prevented us from finding Yu Sanlang's memories. Since Wen Hanjiu is the spirit of that vine umbrella, he must have some connection with Yaoyan. He even tried to seduce you again and again—"

Jiang Gu paused in his tea-drinking motion, then looked up at him: "Seducing me?"

“He kept looking at you, and he would cry at the drop of a hat. He looks so alluring, and he always tries to get close to you.” Wei Feng looked at him with a mournful expression. “You didn’t refuse him.”

"..." Jiang Gu recalled with a blank face, he hadn't even looked closely at what Wen Hanjiu looked like.

"Master, throw away that vine." Wei Feng knelt in front of him and tugged at the spirit pet pouch at his waist. "And that little primordial spirit, I just happen to need a piece of primordial spirit to heal my wounds."

"It's still useful." Jiang Gu finished the tea in his cup in one gulp, and pinched his earlobe with his slightly hot fingertips. "Get up, the ground is cold."

Wei Feng was unhappy about being rejected, but he still got up with his help, sat on his lap, leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth, and whispered, "Master, please."

He braced himself against the back of the chair, trapping the man between himself and the chair. The transparent ghost patterns around him bared their fangs and claws, crawling into Jiang Gu's clothes, wrapping around his neck and waist, and some even wrapped around his ankles and the backs of his legs, trying to continue upwards.

"Get up." Jiang Gu met his gaze without changing his expression.

Wei Feng leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose. The familiar aura of the Enchanting Technique enveloped him, but was abruptly stopped by another spiritual force. Seeing that he wasn't angry, Wei Feng leaned in again and affectionately rubbed his cheek, then lowered his head to kiss the side of his neck and quietly licked his Adam's apple.

Jiang Gu's fingers, resting on the chair, tightened almost imperceptibly. He said in a deep voice, "Wei Linming, don't make me say it a second time."

Wei Feng stared at his reddened Adam's apple unwillingly, hugged his neck and refused to get up, softening his voice as he said, "But Master, you clearly promised me, and I feel terrible right now."

Jiang Gu paused for a moment before remembering that there was indeed such a thing, but he was more restrained than Wei Feng, and said calmly, "Everything has its limits, every three months—"

He frowned and said, "Once."

Wei Feng stared wide-eyed in shock, exclaiming incredulously, "Master, are you trying to suffocate me?"

"Plus a spiritual connection." Jiang Gu felt this was utterly absurd; he shouldn't have tolerated Wei Feng to this extent.

Wei Feng shook his head repeatedly, his eyes instantly reddening, and he was so anxious that he was about to shed tears: "Master, once a day, and also one spiritual communion."

Jiang Gu's face darkened instantly: "No way."

A tear smacked down on his nose. Jiang Gu looked up and saw Wei Feng glaring at him with a wronged expression. He looked away without changing his expression.

Wei Feng was both angry and anxious. He lowered his head and bit down on his shoulder. His canine teeth were already sharp, and blood instantly appeared on the white clothes. This guy was also tall, almost enveloping him in the chair. The ghost patterns wrapped around him, making him unable to move. As soon as his soul stabilized, Jiang Gu did not intend to push him away forcibly, so he let him do whatever he wanted. His voice was very calm: "Even if you bite your bones to pieces, it is absolutely impossible."

Wei Feng raised his head, blood still on his lips, staring at him with a mournful expression. Jiang Gu subtly curled the corners of his mouth, about to speak, when the ghost mark on his waist suddenly tightened, and Wei Feng's palm pressed against his back, forcing him to lean against himself.

A sudden kiss, the hand that was on Jiang Gu's back moved up and held the back of his neck, forcing him to raise his head. This forceful coercion made Jiang Gu frown in displeasure, but the next moment Wei Feng's actions became obedient, reducing his newly raised wariness.

Jiang Gu was not entirely without desires. Wei Feng sat obediently on his lap, yet brazenly trying to please him, sparing no effort to get close to him. Although he did not indulge in lust, he did not want to refuse.

It was extremely rare for him to lose control. Even without the charm technique, he still helped Wei Feng. He watched as Wei Feng's bright and clear eyes were veiled with a light red, saw the thin layer of sweat on Wei Feng's nose, felt Wei Feng's body temperature, and then pulled him into his arms, watching Wei Feng obediently bury his head in his chest... It would be a lie to say he didn't like it.

I can't say when or where I started liking it.

He stroked Wei Feng's sweaty nape, forcibly pulling himself back to his senses, and said in a low voice, "This is the last time."

Wei Feng buried his head in the crook of his neck, kissing him haphazardly, and calling his name indistinctly: "Jiang Gu, I'll help you."

Caught off guard by hearing him call his name, Jiang Gu was stunned, his breathing momentarily disordered.

Wei Feng keenly noticed his unusual behavior, and where Wei Feng couldn't see, she curled the corners of her lips and softened her voice: "Husband."

Jiang Gu tightened his grip on Wei Feng's waist slightly, trying to push him away, but Wei Feng pulled him into his arms. He belatedly realized that Wei Feng was much taller than him, and his shoulders were also broader, so he could easily pull him into his arms... For a moment, he felt that something was wrong, but then Wei Feng's actions and voice made him forget about it.

Wei Feng knew exactly how to please his abstinent and cold master and Daoist partner. He had a mermaid tail that shimmered with iridescent light, fluffy and soft kite wings, countless transparent ghost patterns, and white eyes that could bewitch people's minds. His forked and slender tongue was both eerie and agile, and the little bright pearls that slid from the corners of his eyes were especially beloved. Not to mention the white beast ears that had recently sprouted from the top of his head, inspired by that little primordial spirit...

That's enough to make even a ruthless, abstinent, and celibate Taoist priest unable to refuse.

Even without the art of seduction, he could still seduce his master, but Jiang Gu never took it any further.

"This matter must wait until we form a Daoist partnership." Jiang Gu stroked the long silver hair wrapped around his fingertips and said calmly, "Until you are ready."

What preparations was he going to make? Wei Feng tilted his head in confusion, and his two furry ears twitched. Jiang Gu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he looked away.

Wei Feng was in high spirits and clearly let it go in one ear and out the other, not thinking about what he said at all. He grabbed his hand and wanted to continue, saying coquettishly, "Master, I've made an exception for you today, please help me a few more times, okay? I'll conjure up my tail for you to pet."

Having practiced the Path of Ruthlessness for many years, Jiang Gu realized for the first time how much willpower it took to suppress desires.

"Tonight we're going to retrieve Yu Sanlang's memories." Jiang Gu forcefully tore the person off, took a deep breath, and with a wave of his long sleeves, the ambiguous atmosphere in the room instantly dissipated.

Wei Feng's beast ears drooped instantly, and his huge shark tail wrapped tightly around his calves, not wanting him to get up: "Master, I'm sleepy, let's go to sleep."

"...Retract your ears and tail," Jiang Gu said coldly.

Wei Feng reluctantly put away his ears and transformed back into human form. He bent one leg, his upper body bare, and leaned against the headboard. His fair neck was covered with mottled marks from kisses, and there were several red finger marks on his slender waist. He tilted his head back, staring intently at Jiang Gu with a satisfied yet dissatisfied look, seeing him as wanton and unrestrained.

Jiang Gu shifted his gaze, and with a slight thought, the clothes that Wei Feng had torn and ripped into a mess instantly became perfectly neat, and he covered up the marks that were even more numerous than those on Wei Feng's body.

Wei Feng blinked regretfully.

Instead of indulging in a night of pleasure, Wei Feng was dragged out to work, which made him extremely depressed. He should be holding his master and sleeping comfortably, and could kiss Jiang Gu with his head down, instead of searching for some damned memories on this wicker umbrella.

“That vine.” Jiang Gu turned to look at him.

"What vines?" Wei Feng pretended not to understand.

Jiang Gu sneered, a cold glint flashing in his indifferent eyes in the night.

Wei Feng gritted his teeth in frustration and took out a small piece of vine that he had just swallowed from his sea of ​​consciousness. He thought he could steal it while his master was aroused and wouldn't be discovered, but he was still found out.

Jiang Gu took the vine, but did not pull his hand back.

Wei Feng licked his lips and said casually, "That little primordial spirit has been digested. Master, I'll make you another one when I have time."

Ha, he'll never be able to conjure up any more minor primordial spirits or minor avatars. Master can only belong to him alone!