Chapter 29 Yanghua Cloud Sea (Sixteen)

As night fell, the airship slowly sailed out of the teleportation array.

Wei Feng followed Jiang Gu out of the flying boat and was immediately greeted by a cool evening breeze. The farthest place he had ever been was Longyun City, and this was the first time he had come to such a far place. His face was filled with undisguised excitement.

Beneath the twinkling stars, a towering ancient tree rises from the ground, its trunk and branches countless. Some branches hang down and take root in the soil, becoming trees themselves. Looking around, it appears as a forest of solitary trees. Thousands of magic arrays swirl among the horizontal and horizontal branches. Even though it is late at night, countless flying boats still land here. In front of each teleportation array, there are dedicated cultivators responsible for guiding people. They are dressed in the uniform of the Jiang family, white robes with wide sleeves, and identical Vermilion Bird jade pendants hanging at their waists. Their movements are neat and orderly.

Wei Feng looked at the endless branch teleportation array. He originally thought it was a teleportation array in some large city, but when he saw the Vermilion Bird God Mark, he realized that it was just a teleportation point privately owned by the Jiang family. No wonder they are the number one clan in Pingze.

"Seventh Young Master." The disciple who was leading the way bowed to Jiang Gu and accepted the key to the flying boat. "The clan gathering will begin tomorrow at 4:45 AM. This is your token."

"Thank you." Jiang Gu accepted it and nodded slightly.

"Seventh Young Master, who is this?" The disciple leading the way looked at Wei Feng behind him.

Wei Feng subconsciously looked at Jiang Gu.

“My disciple, Wei Feng of the Yanghua Sect.” Jiang Gu handed him Wei Feng’s sect jade certificate.

The disciple took it, verified its authenticity, and then politely returned it. "Would you like a room arranged for the young master?"

“No need, he’ll live with me,” Jiang Gu said.

The disciple marked his name on the map, and two small characters appeared next to his name, which was Wei Feng's name.

Wei Feng peeked out and saw the disciple smile at him good-naturedly. Wei Feng returned the smile with a bright smile and was about to speak when he heard Jiang Gu's voice, "Lin Ming, let's go."

Wei Feng was stunned for a moment before realizing who Lin Ming was. He was obviously not very familiar with his own handwriting. He quickly followed after him, not forgetting to wave to the disciple.

The disciple smiled and waved to him.

However, as soon as Wei Feng turned his head, the smile on his face disappeared. He spoke to the communication talisman at his waist, "Seventh Young Master has arrived, and he's brought a disciple he took in at Yanghua Sect... His talent is mediocre, but he's highly regarded by Seventh Young Master... In that case, it's believable that he's returning to Yanghua Sect for him. Report this to your superiors..."

Wei Feng, who was walking ahead, was unaware of the situation.

"Master, is this the Jiang family headquarters?" Wei Feng looked at the various flying boats and spirit beasts parked by the roadside. A huge creature raised its claw at him, and he was so frightened that he moved closer to Jiang Gu.

"This is a teleportation station." Jiang Gu moved a little further away from him and received the location teleported by Jiang Lin. "You don't have the Jiang family token, so don't wander around."

"Okay." Wei Feng nodded with a grin.

Soon the two arrived at a spacious courtyard, where a servant greeted them warmly, "Seventh Young Master, you've arrived."

Jiang Gu nodded, handed him a bag of high-grade spirit stones, and received the room key.

The courtyard was bustling with activity. A burly man was squatting, feeding a spirit beast the size of a rabbit. Groups of seven or eight people disembarked from flying swords. Several ornate flying boats hovered above, their long ladders extending down. From one of these boats emerged a graceful and elegant woman. Below the flying boats, a ragged old man was yelling at a servant, "I just renewed my spirit stones yesterday! What do you mean there are no rooms available! Enough nonsense! Even Jiang Xiangyun would have to call me grandpa here! Jiang Qi, you can ask Jiang Qi if you don't believe me! Jiang Qi!"

Jiang Gu ignored him and walked past him without even glancing at him. The old man was furious and grabbed Wei Feng's collar with his cane, pulling him back. Before Wei Feng could even shout, Jiang Gu slammed the cane against him, grabbed the back of his neck, and dragged him back.

The old man's cloudy eyes darted around twice, and he looked Wei Feng up and down with ill intent. "I didn't expect it, Jiang Qi. You look so respectable, but you've also started learning how to cultivate a furnace from those bastards, and you're so inexperienced at that."

Wei Feng was immediately enraged and snapped, "You old devil, if you can't speak properly, shut up! My master would never raise a furnace!"

The old man chuckled twice, his covetous gaze sweeping over the young man's face. "That's because he doesn't yet know the wonders of the furnace. I see you're quite handsome and charming, young friend. Why don't you come with me? I guarantee I'll teach you to satisfy your desires—"

bass!

A burst of spiritual energy shot straight towards his brow, but the old man nimbly dodged it. He hunched over and sat on his cane, scratching his greasy, tangled hair. "Hey, why are you still angry?"

Jiang Gu gave him a cold look, then held down the furious Wei Feng and pulled him behind her.

"Old Jiang, your bones are about to fall apart, so just shut up." A lazy voice came from the side. A woman dressed in gorgeous and noble clothes held a round fan, covered her mouth and giggled, "This child is our Seventh Master's newly accepted little apprentice. If you mess with his precious darling, don't expect him to pay your room bill."

Jiang Laowu, his little scheme exposed, instantly flew into a rage, "Jiang Hehua, you need to be taught a lesson!"

"Her name is Jiang Handan, what are you shamelessly calling her?" Jiang Handan rolled her eyes at him, then smiled at Jiang Gu, "Seventh Brother, shall I take care of him for you?"

Jiang Gu flipped his wrist, and a sword appeared in his hand. Just as the sword was about to be drawn, it was quickly pressed back by a hand.

A strange fragrance wafted around them. Wei Feng looked up and saw a young man in purple standing next to Jiang Gu, waving a fan and smiling amiably. "Oh, Grandma, Grandpa Wu, why are you two making fun of him? Tomorrow is the clan gathering. Let's all be peaceful and make money. It's not good to tear down someone's courtyard."

The trembling servant beside him hurriedly nodded and smiled apologetically, "Please calm down, everyone."

"Alright, Grandpa Wu, I'll cover your room fee." Jiang Lin smiled, fanning himself with his fan, and winked at Jiang Handan. "Grandma, Jiang Qi doesn't know anything about romance. Why don't you take a look at me?"

"Get lost, you little vixen, you reek of sex." Jiang Handan scolded with a playful laugh, then walked away, fanning herself with her fan.

Jiang Lin paid the room fee to the convenient servant, "Grandpa Wu, you should go and rest now."

Old Jiang squatted on his cane and chuckled, "You're a sensible kid after all."

"Of course." Jiang Lin smiled broadly, subtly avoiding the hand that was about to be placed on his shoulder. "Please."

Jiang Laowu glanced unwillingly at Wei Feng behind Jiang Gu, then jumped off his cane and followed the servant upstairs.

Jiang Lin gripped Jiang Gu's sword tightly, smiling as he watched Old Witch Jiang leave. He squeezed out the words through gritted teeth, "It's just a matter of a few spirit stones. If you kill him on the eve of your clan's gathering, aren't you just handing them leverage?"

Jiang Gu coldly curled the corner of his mouth, "You old fool who doesn't know what's good for him."

Seeing that he had sheathed his sword, Jiang Lin breathed a sigh of relief. His slender fox-like eyes fell on Wei Feng, and he laughed, "This is your new little apprentice? Oh my, so cute, so tender you could squeeze water out of him. Good boy, call me uncle."

Wei Feng, his face tense, took a half-step back warily.

The aura emanating from this person made him very uncomfortable.

Jiang Lin narrowed his eyes and moved forward again, unwilling to give up, but still couldn't smell any aura of the Divine Kite Shark. The surrounding pressure was about to engulf Wei Feng completely when it was pressed to the ground by an even more domineering pressure.

“He’s timid and can’t handle being scared.” Jiang Gu crushed his intimidating aura.

Jiang Lin's face contorted in pain for a moment. He flung his folding fan aside to shield his face, and grinned through gritted teeth, saying, "So you're really a disciple, not a furnace? Your appearance is far too good."

Jiang Gu gave him a lukewarm look and said, "Don't even think about it."

"I know, I know, I wouldn't dare touch your people." Jiang Lin shrugged and followed him upstairs. "But what's wrong with you lately? Keeping birds and apprentices? Have you finally realized you've done too many evils and are starting to reform yourself?"

Jiang Gu chuckled.

Wei Feng followed closely behind Jiang Gu, but couldn't hear his conversation with the man in purple. Several scrutinizing gazes fell on him, but before he could find out who they were, they were all forced back by Jiang Gu's powerful aura. Soon, no one dared to step forward to test him.

He tensed up, belatedly realizing that the Jiang family was not as secure as he had imagined.

The room door closed, and Jiang Lin finally stopped grinning.

"This clan gathering is about the Divine Kite Shark." Jiang Lin thickened the soundproofing barrier a bit.

"Just for a Fire-Separating Pill?" Jiang Gu frowned slightly; this was quite a show of force.

“After all, it concerns Jiang Xiangyun.” Jiang Lin curled his lip. “It’s about whether our young master can go to ‘the other side’.”

Jiang Gu looked up at him.

Jiang Lin shook his fan. "In short, you are now their main focus. Once they discover that you might be hiding the Divine Kite Shark, then no one can save you. If you ask me, you might as well just get a different spirit pet."

"If someone wants to find fault, they'll always find a reason." Jiang Gu said coldly, "If they want to pin it on me, can I refuse?"

Jiang Lin was momentarily shocked by his shameless attitude, then put away his fan and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying, "I admire you."

However, he actually liked Jiang Gu's stubborn refusal to admit his mistakes.

"Anyway, I've delivered the message. Take care." Jiang Lin removed the soundproof barrier and, before leaving, passed by Wei Feng, who was examining an ornament. He couldn't resist patting Wei Feng's head. "Uncle's gone."

Wei Feng felt a chill run down his spine from being called "uncle." He ran over to Jiang Gu's side in a few steps and glared at the closed door.

But before he could look away, the tightly closed door suddenly opened again, revealing Jiang Lin's fox-like face. He stared at Jiang Gu and smiled, "Jiang Qi, you're actually injured, aren't you? It smells pretty bad. No wonder Old Witch Jiang dared to provoke you."

"Killing you is more than enough." Jiang Gu raised his sleeve to block the poisonous mist that was attacking him, and instantly a strange fragrance filled the entire room.

Jiang Lin, who had just been beheaded, still managed to say to Wei Feng, "Your master has a really bad temper."

The door was firmly shut by a burst of spiritual energy.

"Master, has he left?" Wei Feng had accidentally choked on a mouthful of poisonous mist earlier, rubbed his nose vigorously, and stared warily at the door.

"Let's go." Jiang Gu added a magic array to the door, stood up and said, "Rest now."

Wei Feng looked at him, seemingly wanting to say something but then hesitated. Jiang Gu misunderstood and said, "You sleep on the bed, I'll meditate."

Wei Feng then noticed that there was only a bed in the room. He looked at Jiang Gu with some concern, "Master, that person just said you were injured."

No wonder he kept smelling a bloody odor on Jiang Gu. Jiang Gu had smelled like this before, but it was very faint, so he hadn't thought much about it.

"It's alright." Jiang Gu's response was indifferent.

Wei Feng's words were cut off by his cold and curt reply, and he could only say dryly, "Master, you can sleep in the bed, I'll sleep on the floor."

"No need." Jiang Gu had already sat cross-legged on the couch.

Wei Feng touched his nose and sat down on the bed to start cultivating with him.

Around midnight, Jiang Gu opened his eyes.

Wei Feng had fallen asleep at some point, with a pillow tucked between his legs, leaning crookedly against the bedpost. His miserable sleeping posture was almost unbearable to look at.

Jiang Gu cast a protective barrier around Wei Feng and then quietly left the room.

He quickly found his target.

Unpleasant panting could be heard from the dimly lit room. Jiang Gu fastened the magical artifact that allowed him to change his form and used his spiritual power to push open the heavily guarded window.

On the spacious bed, several naked young men and women in various poses were entangled with Old Witch Jiang, their eyes glazed and vacant, their spiritual energy rapidly dissipating. Old Witch Jiang chuckled, grabbing the neck of the boy closest to him, "I really like that child Jiang Qi brought along. He looks somewhat like you. If he ever falls into my hands—"

A fierce spiritual force suddenly arrived and wrapped itself around his old and withered arm.

"Who!" Old Witch Jiang threw the boy aside and suddenly sprang up, but the spiritual power relentlessly pursued him, crushing his bones before he could dodge.

Jiang Gu broke through his protective magic array and walked in, frowning as he was overwhelmed by the lewd atmosphere in the room.

Old Wu Jiang grabbed his cane and roared, "Who are you? How dare you act so presumptuously on Jiang family territory!"

"Your grandfather." Jiang Gu flicked his wrist, and a long sword appeared in his hand, carrying immense spiritual power as he slashed straight at his opponent.

Old Witch Jiang was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. He knew he was no match for Jiang Gu after this attack. He grabbed a boy next to him and used him as a shield. Blood and flesh flew everywhere in the room. Jiang Gu took the opportunity to try to escape from the room, but he was trapped inside by the magic array that Jiang Gu had set up in advance.

In less than a hundred moves, Old Witch Jiang's legs were severed. Filled with hatred, he picked up his cane and held it in front of him, his eyes filled with venom as he looked at the dark figure in front of him. "Jiang Gu, you are Jiang Gu, aren't you?!"

The opponent was extremely fast; he didn't even have time to summon his magic weapon. Moreover, this person didn't use any magic treasures or array talismans. His fighting style was extremely simple and brutal, and his methods were ruthless. There was no other candidate besides Jiang Gu.

Jiang Gu walked step by step towards him, sword in hand.

Old Wu Jiang was completely stunned. "Jiang Gu, no, Seventh Young Master, I was wrong today! I shouldn't have coveted your little apprentice! We're all from the Jiang family, why make things so awkward... Now that you've crippled my legs, I apologize and admit my mistake, so please let me go, okay?"

The tall, dark figure looked down at him and chuckled in a hoarse voice.

“I told you, he’s your grandfather.”

"I've come today specifically to collect from you, you unfilial descendant."

On a dark and windy night, a splash of scalding blood splattered on the pale window paper.

——

As soon as Jiang Gu opened the door, he was enveloped by a wonderful fragrance that filled the room.

He looked at the boy leaning against the headboard, his face flushed and his clothes disheveled, and for a moment thought he had entered the wrong room.

Seeing Jiang Gu return, Wei Feng almost burst into tears, his breath unsteady as he asked, "Master...where did you go?"

That was a really strange question. Jiang Gu gave him a cold look, then turned and closed the door. "What's wrong with you?"

"I...I feel terrible." Wei Feng clutched his pillow, clenching his teeth tightly. His shirt was ripped open, revealing his pale, thin chest. He shook his head, trying to stay awake. "My lower abdomen has been burning hot for the past few days...it must be because the Fire-Separating Pill is almost ready, Master, I..."

His mind was a complete mess.

A scorching spiritual energy was raging wildly within him, making him desperately want to calm it down. His limbs and bones felt like they were being boiled by magma, and even his breath became scalding hot. His pupils uncontrollably turned into vertical pupils, but were forcibly suppressed by the talisman Jiang Gu drew on his body. A strange and eerie fragrance lingered around him, as if whispering a seductive spell to tempt him to follow his instincts... The struggle between these three forces within him was driving him to the brink of collapse.

Jiang Gu walked up to him, her snow-white sleeves falling down, and her slightly cool fingers resting on his neck.

Wei Feng greedily absorbed the aura emanating from his master. Even the bloody smell couldn't mask the cool, refreshing scent emanating from him, like a radiant lotus blooming in spring water on a snowy mountain. Wei Feng wanted to pluck it up by the roots and swallow it whole to quell the burning sensation.

His hand trembled slightly, and as if possessed, he grabbed Jiang Gu's wrist. His burning palm touched his cold skin. Wei Feng licked his dry lips and, as if possessed, lowered his head to smell more.

Just as his lips were about to touch Jiang Gu's wrist, a cold, beautiful hand grabbed the back of his neck and pressed him against a pillar.

“It was my oversight. You inhaled Jiang Lin’s poisonous mist. This stuff is an aphrodisiac.” Jiang Gu frowned. “When the Fire-Separating Pill matured, the Iris bloodline in your body was already in its mating season. I originally used a talisman to suppress it for you, but it was aroused by the aphrodisiac. Are you feeling unwell?”

Wei Feng struggled haphazardly for a moment, on the verge of tears, "Master, my wings won't grow."

His shoulder blades were itching to the extreme.

Jiang Gu raised his other hand and pressed it against his shoulder blade, and sure enough, he felt a patch of raised downy hair. "Itchy?"

"Mmm." Wei Feng felt uncomfortable and embarrassed, his rationality teetering on the edge. He said in a tearful voice, "Master, don't touch... touch the wings..."

Jiang Gu released his grip, turned the man over, and expressionlessly placed his hand on Wei Feng's lower abdomen. Wei Feng, still in a daze, was startled and looked at Jiang Gu in disbelief. He instinctively tried to curl up, but desperately wanted someone to help him. In the end, instinct overcame reason. The eight words "outrageous" and "betraying one's master and ancestors" brought him to his senses for a moment, only to be swallowed up by his surging desire.

“Master…” He bit his lip and was about to grab Jiang Gu’s hand when a chilling sensation suddenly came from his lower abdomen, and the tormenting aura that had just been raging to him vanished without a trace.

Jiang Gu quickly drew two talismans, then coldly looked up at him, "Still feeling unwell?"

As the discomfort subsided and reason gradually returned, Wei Feng looked at him helplessly, his face first turning red, then pale, and slowly shaking his head.

He must have gone mad just now.

He actually lost his mind and wanted his master to help him...

This is absolutely outrageous!

Wei Feng curled his fingers, looked away from Jiang Gu, and tried to hide in the corner of the bed, but Jiang Gu grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back.

Jiang Gu added a few more talismans to his body, carefully checked his meridians, and then lifted his arm to press his shoulder blades, which had returned to normal. He said, "The Fire Pill is very close to your dantian. I will use my spiritual power to separate the two for the next few days. Do not cultivate for the time being."

Wei Feng nodded stiffly. Although the terrifying feeling had subsided, he was still very sensitive. Every touch from his master made him tremble. He had to bend his legs to cover himself. Redness spread from his collarbone to his neck and ears.

Jiang Gu naturally saw his embarrassment, but he didn't care. He was just a divine kite shark in heat, no different from Wu Tuo in his eyes.

"Take a rest." Jiang Gu patted his shoulder blade as if it were nothing.

Wei Feng shuddered, lowered his head, and dared not look at him. His exposed neck was so red it looked like it was about to bleed. He curled up into a ball and shrank into the quilt, stammering, "Master, Master, you should rest early too."

Jiang Gu responded with a lukewarm reply.

The next morning.

Wei Feng followed Jiang Gu downstairs listlessly. Thinking about what happened last night, he felt so embarrassed that he wanted to disappear into the ground. However, he didn't dare to stray too far from Jiang Gu, so he could only respectfully lag behind half a step and reflect on his actions with guilt.

"What did you say? Old Witch Jiang is dead!?" Jiang Handan covered her mouth in surprise.

The servant also looked distressed. "It seems to be a backlash from the cultivation technique. He's been eating away at the furnaces he's been raising. Those furnaces were already mentally unstable from his torment, so we can't get anything out of them now."

"Does the clan know?" Jiang Lin shook his fan.

"They're already here," the servant sighed.

“That old devil deserved it.” The burly man next to him said, “I’ve disliked him for a long time. He’s been occupying his position for hundreds of years and is still at the Nascent Soul stage. It’s good that he’s dead.”

"Seventh Brother, did you know? That old witch Jiang is actually dead." Jiang Handan looked down at Jiang Gu, her phoenix eyes fixed on him. "Yesterday he was still coveting your little apprentice."

"So what if he's dead?" Jiang Gu said coldly. "It saves me the trouble of doing anything."

Jiang Handan chuckled, "Oh dear, at least I died at the hands of those furnaces. If I had fallen into your hands, who knows what kind of torture I would have suffered."

Jiang Lin smiled meaningfully, fanning himself with his fan.

Wei Feng listened for a while before he realized that the disgusting old man from yesterday had died. He suddenly remembered Jiang Gu, who was not in the room last night, and still smelled strongly of blood when he returned.

Jiang Gu lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.

Wei Feng swallowed silently and gave him a well-behaved smile.

He had always wondered why his master always carried a faint smell of blood, but now he seemed to have found the answer.