Chapter 90 Youthful Spring Robes (Thirty-Six)

"Where is Jiang Gu now? If you hand him over, I'll spare your life." Zhou Nanshuang looked down at Wei Feng, her eyes full of impatience.

In her opinion, Jiang Gu was just a cultivator in the Void Refinement stage. No matter how powerful he was or how powerful he was with a divine artifact, he couldn't cause any trouble. The Zhou family was just wasting their time sending her.

Song Ping's thoughts were completely opposite to hers. Jiang Gu was able to escape from his clutches with a mere Qi Refining cultivator, but now he's exposing Wei Feng to everyone. He must still have a backup plan.

Many guesses flashed through his mind, but one thing was certain: Jiang Gu was already seriously injured and no matter what tricks he tried, he had reached a dead end.

As for this minor cultivator named Wei Feng, Song Ping didn't take him seriously at all.

Wei Feng's mind was buzzing, and the ghost mark on his neck was almost uncontrollable. His jaw was clenched tightly, and his fingers gripping the Moon Gazing Sword were slowly tightening.

Qu Fengyu seemed to sense something and turned to look at him. Her pupils suddenly contracted. Before she could stop him, Wei Feng had already drawn his sword and rushed straight towards Song Ping in the air.

"Wei Feng!" Xuan Zhiyan reached out and grabbed him, but because he couldn't withstand the sudden surge of pressure from the True Immortal Realm cultivator, he was forced to kneel on the ground.

Qu Fengyu scooped him up and tossed his magical artifacts around like they were free. Xuan Zhiyan heard the sounds of countless magical artifacts shattering in the hazy blood-red light.

Zheng—

The Moon Gazing Sword froze in mid-air. Wei Feng gritted his teeth, his body covered in ghostly patterns, his true form barely visible. Under the intense pressure of the True Immortal Realm, he almost blurred into a mass of flesh and blood.

"Master! I can't hold on any longer!" Wei Feng cried out in his mind as he heard the cracking and shattering of his bones.

He was still dozens of feet away from Song Ping, who was standing there with his hands behind his back, showing no intention of making a move. Song Ping had a faint smile on his lips, as if he were looking through him to see what other tricks Jiang Gu had up his sleeve.

"Gather your primordial spirit and return it to your dantian." Jiang Gu's voice came over calmly.

Wei Feng immediately gathered his primordial spirit, but before he could completely gather it, the small primordial spirit belonging to Jiang Gu, which was hidden within, suddenly burst out with a dazzling golden light. Then, warm spiritual energy enveloped Wei Feng's primordial spirit from all directions, taking control of his body.

Wei Feng was all too familiar with this feeling; it had been the same in the Ancient God Temple of the Xiyuan Secret Realm before. However, this time he did not feel any fear, and could even control his body with Jiang Gu to a certain extent. He even had some difficulty distinguishing whether he was Wei Feng or Jiang Gu.

"Concentrate your mind." Wei Feng heard his own voice, but it was Jiang Gu's tone.

He immediately dared not let his mind wander, his intuition telling him that it would be extremely dangerous if his consciousness were completely invaded by Jiang Gu.

Jiang Gu seemed to be right behind him, guiding his hand to grip the Moon Gazing Sword. Then, a surge of powerful spiritual energy erupted from his dantian, and countless ghostly patterns suddenly exploded, instantly enveloping everyone in a blanket of black mist.

Wei Feng rushed toward Song Ping at a speed he had never experienced before; he even caught a glimpse of the distorted afterimages of the mountains and rivers beside him out of the corner of his eye.

Song Ping was startled. Before the black mist could condense into ghostly patterns and touch her, she decisively retreated and sealed her Dao Heart. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Wei Feng, "An evil thing?"

Jiang Gu aimed his sword straight at Song Ping's brow. Song Ping's Dao Heart was sealed, which affected his speed somewhat. His body was surrounded by magic arrays as he charged towards Jiang Gu and Wei Feng.

"Master! This magic array is too powerful, I can't move at all!" Wei Feng suddenly froze in mid-air, blood streaming from his seven orifices.

Jiang Gu ignored him and used his primordial spirit to forcefully break through the layers of magic arrays. As Wei Feng's body moved forward, his human form could no longer be maintained, and he transformed into a kite-winged shark tail with a ghost-faced white eye, neither human nor ghost, neither monster nor demon. Even Zhou Nanshuang, who was watching the battle from the side, was stunned for a moment.

The ear-piercing screech drifted with the ghostly mist. Song Ping was forced to seal his Dao Heart, and his cultivation was suppressed. However, he had lived for nearly a thousand years. He casually took out a Heaven-rank magic weapon, and then ice spikes rained down. Wei Feng couldn't dodge in time, and soon his tail and wings were stained with blood.

"Overestimating yourself." Song Ping scoffed, and with a flick of his hand, a huge palm-shaped Dharma image pressed down on Wei Feng.

"Master!" Wei Feng felt a fear rising from the depths of his soul and instinctively wanted to flee, but Jiang Gu controlled his body to stay in place.

In the secluded realm of Xiyuan, thousands of miles away, Jiang Gu sat cross-legged, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, forcing all his spiritual power into the enormous statue in front of him. Meanwhile, the primordial spirit within Wei Feng's body was frantically absorbing the spiritual power released by Song Ping, and the base of the statue in front of him finally began to loosen slightly.

He, a mere cultivator at the Void Refinement stage, could never refine the statues in the ancient temple, but a cultivator at the True Immortal stage could barely manage it.

Jiang Gu had long since mastered the art of using an opponent's strength against them, but Wei Feng, in the middle, would have to suffer somewhat.

Before Wei Feng turned into a pile of mangled flesh, Jiang Gu finally led his men to dissipate under the palm-shaped Dharma image. A look of surprise flashed in Song Ping's eyes, but the Dharma image was too late to retract and crashed to the ground. The originally protruding thousand-meter-high mountain collapsed instantly, the flowing clouds scattered, and the aftershocks shook the entire Yanghua Sect.

The heavy rain had not stopped. Jiang Gu raised his hand to wipe the rain off his face. He had already noticed that Wei Feng and his own primordial spirit were on the verge of collapse, but he had no intention of stopping. He carried Wei Feng's precarious body through various magic arrays and heaven-rank magic treasures. Even the Void Tablet showed cracks.

"Jiang Gu, accept your fate." Song Ping already knew who he was fighting against, and his patience had completely run out. He sneered, "You have already dissected the most important part of your primordial spirit from your abdomen and even severed half of your spiritual root. Now you are just at the end of your rope. Why struggle in vain? Hand over the divine artifact!"

"The artifact is indeed in my hands." Jiang Gu controlled Wei Feng's body, his tone surprisingly calm. "I'm just afraid you won't live to take it."

Before he finished speaking, dozens of celestial-grade magic treasures suddenly appeared, arranged in a magic array at his feet. Wriggling ghost patterns quickly climbed up those magic treasures, and eerie white pupils stared straight into Song Ping's eyes.

"What a joke." Song Ping sneered, but he was not careless at all. He added several more barriers to his Dao heart. Before Jiang Gu's formation was completed, his entire Dharma form suddenly appeared. The hundred-foot-tall primordial spirit Dharma form held a sword and slashed straight at Wei Feng.

Wei Feng immediately let out a heart-wrenching explosion. His primordial spirit and physical body were annihilated in the Dharma form like ashes. Even Jiang Gu's primordial spirit was forced out of the body and transformed into Jiang Gu's appearance. He tried his best to reach out and grab Jiang Gu, but the primordial spirit turned into countless ashes even faster than him.

Countless images flashed before his eyes, like a revolving lantern before his death. The Moon Gazing Sword in his hand became incredibly heavy, as if everything around him had turned into nothingness.

Just when Wei Feng thought he was about to perish, the black jade bracelet that had been forcibly pressed onto his canine teeth suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, enveloping his scattered primordial spirit. Then came a tooth-grinding crunching sound, and a huge stone palm tore through the void and appeared, steadily holding him in its palm.

Zhou Nanshuang, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was startled. From her angle, she saw a stone statue that was no less than Song Ping's Dharma Image appear from the void. First, it was a hand, then a shoulder that was mostly broken, then a body and limbs, and finally a compassionate face was revealed.

It's the damaged statue in the ancient temple of Xiyuan Secret Realm!

"How is this possible..." Zhou Nanshuang actually sensed a cultivation level no less than that of a True Immortal from that statue.

But it was just a lifeless stone statue! Now it can move freely like a Buddha image, which is simply impossible!

The statue raised its hand to block Song Ping's attack. Its stone body was being washed by the heavy rain. It stood there quietly, without joy or sorrow.

Song Ping's attack failed, and the strange statue was locked in a stalemate with his Dharma form. He could clearly feel his spiritual power rapidly dissipating, and it wouldn't be long before he could no longer hold on and his Dharma form would appear.

"Jiang Gu, you actually managed to refine the ancient temple statue into your Purple Mansion!" Song Ping struggled to resist the statue, staring incredulously at its damaged palm. "You!?"

Jiang Gu put away the Void Token and lifted the dying Wei Feng with one hand. The black jade bracelet finally had the chance to merge into one and was firmly fastened to his left wrist. It continuously channeled the spiritual power it had absorbed from Song Ping into the statue, while the statue was surrounded by a hazy, pale golden halo, silently repairing the damaged primordial spirits of Jiang Gu and Wei Feng.

"Elder Song taught well." Jiang Gu responded indifferently, enduring the excruciating pain of his primordial spirit shattering, and controlled the hundred-foot-tall statue to crush Song Ping's Dharma form directly.

"Young friend Jiang, it's good to be lenient when you can." A clear and gentle voice rang out from the air, and then an invisible force directly blocked the statue in front of Song Ping.

Jiang Gu slowly narrowed his eyes.

Wei Feng wiped the blood from his mouth with trembling hands, leaned against Jiang Gu and struggled to lift his head, but saw no one. He only felt that breathing was becoming increasingly difficult.

The torrential rain hung suspended in mid-air. Many of the peaks of Yanghua Sect had been leveled, and many elders and disciples had long been forced to take refuge in the neighboring Queyuan Sect. Zhou Nanshuang and the others who were watching the battle were scattered not far away, each with a magic weapon for protection. Even so, they all changed their expressions when they heard this voice.

"Sect Leader, Senior Brother." Song Ping swallowed the blood that welled up in his throat, abruptly retracted his Dharma form, and his face turned deathly pale.

Wei Feng tremblingly gripped Jiang Gu's sleeve. The only person who could make Song Ping, a legendary figure, call the sect leader "senior brother" was undoubtedly Jing Cang, the sect leader of the Linglong Sect. It was said that this person had lived for over 1,600 years and his cultivation was already unfathomable. This time, no matter how great his master's abilities were, he probably couldn't save his life.

Not only Wei Feng, but Qu Qing, Ruan Keji and the others watching from the outside also felt their knees buckle. Jing Cang was such a person that he actually showed up for a divine artifact. Even just making a sound was enough to make people tremble.

Lin Ang and the Lin family members behind him, who were still lingering and observing from the shadows, also became serious.

The entire Yanghua Sect suddenly fell into an indescribable silence.

Wei Feng couldn't utter a single word; he could only grip Jiang Gu's hand tightly, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Even on the brink of life and death, Jiang Gu remained indifferent, even turning his head to give Wei Feng a cold glance.

Wei Feng could see genuine disdain in that one glance.

"A mere divine artifact, yet it troubles Sect Leader Jing to come all this way. What merit do I have?" Jiang Gu said, his disdain practically overflowing.

Those around couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, fearing that Jing Cang's anger would implicate them.

"Able to destroy the true form and the Dao heart, one must be extraordinary. This old man naturally has to come and see." Jing Cang's voice was gentle, but he left no room for maneuver in his attack.

Wei Feng felt a gentle breeze brush against his cheek, and the raindrops that had stopped in front of him trembled slightly. His vision went white for a moment, but he quickly came back to his senses.

“Jing Cang, leave the affairs of the younger generation to the younger generation. Your behavior is truly disgraceful.” A strange, old voice rang out.

The trembling raindrops returned to stillness.

Jiang Gu subtly curled the corners of his lips.

"Jiang Yinzhong, you finally couldn't sit still anymore?" Jing Cang chuckled amiably.

The aged voice sighed helplessly, "We're all over a thousand years old, why get angry with a child?"

“Elder Jiang, you are mistaken.” Another clear female voice suddenly rang out, “Not to mention that this divine artifact originated from my Zhou family’s secret realm, if Jiang Gu uses this artifact to destroy my Holy Maiden’s Dao heart, and if Wang Yue is angered, neither of us can bear the consequences?”

“Lin An’s words are true,” Jing Cang said again.

“If your Dao heart is destroyed, just replace you,” Jiang Yinzhong said calmly. “It’s better than going to Wangyue and losing face.”

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Jing Cang and Zhou Lin'an were clearly very dissatisfied with the Jiang family's attitude. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yinzhong suddenly changed the subject, "Wang Yue has already chosen this boy to go. Are you two still going to be so unreasonable?"

An unbearable silence fell.

"The Jiang family owns three main spiritual veins in Biyai. Consider this an apology on behalf of the child," Jiang Yinzhong chuckled.

"Mr. Jiang, you flatter me." Zhou Lin'an was the first to accept the condition.

Jing Cang chuckled and fell silent. Jiang Yinzhong also fell silent. A moment later, the raindrops that had been suspended in the air crashed down, as if the stagnant space and time had finally started to flow again.

This is how the three leaders reached an agreement. Zhou Nanshuang, who came with great force, Lin Ang, who was waiting for an opportunity, and Song Ping, who was injured... along with countless other forces hiding in the shadows, all disappeared silently into the heavy rain.

The enormous statue transformed into countless points of light and slowly dissipated, and Jiang Gu landed on the ground with Wei Feng.

Wei Feng was covered in blood; in fact, he could barely feel his body anymore. But he hadn't recovered from the shock and stared blankly at Jiang Gu's cold profile. "Master?"

Jiang Gu raised his hand and used his spiritual power to wipe away the blood covering his face.

"We... survived?" Wei Feng was completely stunned. The suddenly appearing statue, the combined artifact, and those legendary figures whose names could only be heard of... everything was challenging his already precarious nerves.

Jiang Gu looked down at him expressionlessly, "If you want to die, I can send you on your way."

"No, no..." Wei Feng shook his head frantically.

Jiang Gu almost got his face whipped by his ponytail. He impatiently grabbed his chin, glanced at his canine tooth that was chipped again, and said, "Behave yourself."

Wei Feng was forced to look up at him, with a bellyful of questions he wanted to ask, but when he met Jiang Gu's cold yet handsome eyes, his mind suddenly went blank and his ears burned.

Jiang Gu ignored his guilty and evasive gaze, gave his primordial spirit a cursory examination, and then tossed him aside without a second thought.

Wei Feng sat on the ground, still shaken. He remembered Qu Fengyu and Xuan Zhiyan, then frantically reached for his spirit pet pouch at his waist, only to find it empty. Jie Fuxue and Wu Hezhi were still trapped inside. Song Ping's Dharma form had been so powerful just now; could it be that the two of them had been completely fused together?

“Qu Fengyu took the opportunity to sneak away while he was running,” Jiang Gu said coldly.

Before Wei Feng could react, a low-key yet luxurious flying boat slowly landed in front of them. Jade steps extended to Jiang Gu's feet, and then more than ten young men dressed in white fine clothes filed down and lined up on both sides.

Then a dashing and handsome young man walked down the steps. He was wearing a moon-white wide-sleeved robe and exuded a noble laziness. He smiled and said, "Seventh brother, you have really broadened my horizons."

"Young Master." Jiang Gu nodded indifferently.

"It would be so much better if you just called me 'brother'." Jiang Xiangyun waved his hand casually, turned to the side and pointed inside, "Let's go, the head of the family wants to see you."

Jiang Gu walked straight onto the flying boat.

"Master!" Wei Feng hurriedly called out to him, trying to get up from the ground. However, he was too badly injured, and a pool of blood had formed beneath him in just a moment. He was unable to move at all. Jiang Gu showed no intention of taking him away. In desperation, he even tried to use his ghost runes to climb onto the flying boat.

Jiang Xiangyun's gaze casually swept over Wei Feng before returning to Jiang Gu's face, and he smiled, "Your little apprentice?"

"I've been spoiled rotten, please forgive me, young master." Jiang Gu raised his hand, severed the ghostly patterns, and glanced at Wei Feng indifferently.

Immediately afterward, a familiar voice echoed in Wei Feng's mind, "You will remain at Yanghua Sect for now."

Wei Feng finally managed to get up from the ground with all his might, staggered a few steps forward and grabbed the tree trunk for support. Even after hearing Jiang Gu's instructions, his face was still frighteningly pale.

He pursed his lips and silently watched the flying boat disappear into the endless sea of ​​clouds.