Chapter 92 Youthful Spring Robes (The End)

Wei Feng followed closely behind Jiang Gu, wanting to take Jiang Gu's hand, but mindful of the presence of outsiders, he could only keep a straight face and try to get as close to Jiang Gu as possible.

He's grown up now and doesn't want to look like a child anymore.

The Jiang family's flying boat stopped at the summit of Qingping Peak. Jiang Xiangyun looked around the palace that had been built, "This year has been tough for my seventh brother, living in such a shabby place."

Upon hearing this, Wei Feng's face immediately showed a hint of anger. This was a palace that he had spent most of his fortune to build for his master, and countless people in the Yanghua Sect were envious of it. Yet, in this person's mouth, it was described as a shabby place.

"As long as you're comfortable." Jiang Gu didn't care and grabbed Wei Feng's wrist.

Wei Feng looked at him with a wronged expression, and then seized the opportunity to grab Jiang Gu's hand. Jiang Gu gave him a cold look, but he gave an innocent smile.

The comma on the earring flashed at just the right moment.

Wei Feng looked at the Jiang family members around him, feeling somewhat wary and wondering whether to extinguish the call, but then he heard Jiang Gu say, "Weren't you just making a fuss about saying goodbye to your friend? Go ahead."

Wei Feng looked at him with confusion at first, then realized, "Ah, right, I'll go find Zhiyan!"

Although he didn't know why his master suddenly said that, he was sure there was a reason. Wei Feng glanced at Jiang Xiangyun, then turned around and jumped onto his flying sword.

"Seventh Brother really dotes on this disciple. The other day you left him behind, and I thought you didn't care." Jiang Xiangyun leaned against the railing of the flying boat, watching Jiang Gu leisurely. Suddenly, he made a look of sudden realization and asked in surprise, "Could it be that Seventh Brother, you dote on your disciple and are afraid that the Jiang family will wipe you out, so you deliberately didn't take him with you?"

Jiang Gu said expressionlessly, "Young Master is overthinking it."

"I didn't expect the patriarch to value you so much, which has elevated your status as his little disciple." Jiang Xiangyun said with some regret, trying to discern a different expression on his face. "However, if I were to ask, I'm sure my great-grandfather would be willing to give me a Divine Kite Shark. What do you think?"

“The Divine Kite Shark is fierce. If it stays by the young master’s side, it will probably kill itself before the moon is full.” Jiang Gu said in a businesslike manner.

“I really don’t like taking what others love. He’s just a little beast. Let’s leave him to Seventh Brother.” Jiang Xiangyun crossed his arms and leaned closer to him with a smile. “But I’m a soft-hearted older brother, so I can’t help but warn you, don’t be like your father and get ruined by these pointless love affairs.”

Jiang Gu didn't even blink. "I hope the eldest young master will remember these words."

Jiang Xiangyun's smile deepened. "Hmm?"

"It's truly baffling that a demonic cultivator at the Mahayana stage could escape from Wu Jiu's clutches," Jiang Gu said coldly. "What do you think?"

Jiang Xiangyun slowly straightened up, a hint of coldness in his eyes.

With the noise finally subsiding, Jiang Gu closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing with satisfaction.

——

Wei Feng found Xuan Zhiyan and Qu Fengyu in the magic array on the back mountain.

The back mountain was surrounded by many Yanghua Sect disciples and elders, and dozens of Jiang family disciples were guarding the magic array. Wei Feng was just about to sneak in with his ghost runes to scout the situation when the Jiang family disciples saw him from afar and came up to greet him, bowing and saying, "Young Master Wei."

Wei Feng cautiously took half a step back.

One of them asked, "Young master, would you like to release them?"

"I...I'll go in and take a look first," Wei Feng said uncertainly.

The Jiang family disciples then lined up on both sides, opening the entrance to the magic array for him. The person who had asked the question walked in front to lead the way, saying respectfully, "Young master, this way please."

Wei Feng was surprised at how easily he entered. After Jiang Gu arrived, the disciples treated him with utmost respect. In fact, after Jiang Gu obtained the key to Song Sui Lou, the entire Jiang family knew the news and treated him as a second Jiang Xiangyun. However, Wei Feng was completely unaware of this and was still filled with doubt and uncertainty.

"Wei Feng!" Xuan Zhiyan called out when he saw him.

"Zhiyan!" Wei Feng ran quickly to him, and all the Yanghua Sect disciples around him retreated in unison, instantly leaving an open space where the two of them stood.

Wei Feng glanced at them, then gripped Xuan Zhiyan's hand tightly. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Elder Yu was seriously injured while saving me." Xuan Zhiyan pulled him to a corner of the magic array. As Wei Feng went over, the people around retreated like a tide.

Wei Feng was used to being ostracized and isolated in the sect since childhood, but the eyes of these disciples and elders no longer held the usual disgust and contempt. Instead, they looked at him with vigilance and fear.

Qu Fengyu's body was covered in blood on one side. Several female disciples, including Yu Qianning, stepped back when they saw him coming. Wei Feng opened his mouth, then looked down at Qu Fengyu.

"Here to retrieve the Spirit Realm?" Qu Fengyu asked with a smile.

Wei Feng nodded. He had been pondering Jiang Gu's meaning all the way. At first, he thought Jiang Gu wanted him to take the Purple Mansion, but he quickly dismissed that idea. Putting aside whether he could actually take it, the scale of the operation was too grand, and it was clearly inappropriate at this time.

Only the Spirit Realm in Qu Fengyu's possession is still somewhat useful.

Qu Fengyu twitched the corners of her mouth, opened her palm, and a palm-sized scroll appeared on it. She said weakly, "The contract of recognition on it has been broken, but this thing consumes too much spiritual power, so we need to be careful when using it."

Wei Feng took it.

"Elder Yu saved us all with this Spirit Realm Scroll," Xuan Zhiyan suddenly said. "If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have had time to escape when True Immortal Realm experts were fighting; we would have been crushed to dust."

Wei Feng gripped the Spirit Realm Scroll tightly in his hand and looked at him.

"Did Jiang Gu consider the lives of the Yanghua Sect disciples when he made his move?" Xuan Zhiyan looked directly into his eyes.

A look of confusion flashed in Wei Feng's eyes before he finally spoke after a long pause: "...No."

“But Heaven is merciless, and life and death are determined by fate. They were the ones who started it—” Wei Feng frowned as he spoke. “Xuan Zhiyan, what do you mean? Why don’t you ask Song Ping and the Zhou family if they have considered you?”

"Because you are a member of the Yanghua Sect!" Xuan Zhiyan grabbed him by the collar, but was immediately stopped by a Jiang family disciple beside him, who said sternly, "Don't be rude!"

Xuan Zhiyan sneered: "I almost forgot, once you follow me, you'll be a member of the Jiang family. Don't wait until he eats you up until there's nothing left before you regret it."

"Stop being sarcastic!" Wei Feng's temper flared up at his words. He shoved aside the Jiang family disciple next to him, dragged him straight out of the magic array, and said angrily, "Explain yourself! What did I do to you that you're talking so sarcastically!"

“I know everything.” Xuan Zhiyan stared at him.

"What do you know?" Wei Feng's anger flared.

Xuan Zhiyan gritted his teeth, "I saw the phantom image of my master before his death in the Soul Lamp Cave. It was Jiang Gu who killed him."

Wei Feng's anger subsided abruptly. He was initially at a loss, but then felt a sense of relief, and his tone softened slightly as he spoke, "Zhiyan, things aren't what you think. Let me explain—"

"Don't explain to me, I saw it all. It was my master who wanted to kill you." Xuan Zhiyan tried his best to control himself and make his voice sound calmer.

Wei Feng looked at him, at a loss.

"You didn't tell me because you were afraid I would seek revenge on Jiang Gu. I can't beat him at all, and he wouldn't let me go even if he found out, right?" Xuan Zhiyan looked at him, his eyes reddening.

“…Yes.” Wei Feng’s voice was dry, and a deep unease welled up from the bottom of his heart.

“I don’t blame you.” Xuan Zhiyan looked at him. “You are my best friend and my only family in Yanghua Sect. If Master really killed you, I would be the one suffering in the middle right now.”

"Zhiyan." Wei Feng grabbed his hand. "I'm sorry for what happened to Elder Qi."

“There’s nothing to apologize for. The person who killed him was Jiang Gu.” Xuan Zhiyan’s face was cold. He flipped his wrist and gripped his hand tightly. “But you will definitely not have a good ending following Jiang Gu. Not to mention that he is just using you, you have become just like another Jiang Gu. Before, you would secretly grieve for a long time if a beggar died on the street. But look at yourself now? You’ve followed him. What do you think human life is now?”

"I..." Wei Feng was speechless for a long time before finally managing to say with difficulty, "I just want to live."

“Then come with me.” Xuan Zhiyan gripped his hand so tightly it hurt, and said seriously, “Let’s take Xia Ling, Elder Yu, Sect Master Wu, Yu Qianning, and Senior Brother Mo with us. Let’s leave Yanghua Sect together and find a peaceful place to start over. Isn’t that good?”

Wei Feng was moved by what he said, but reason told him that it was impossible. His master would not let him leave like this. Looking at Xuan Zhiyan's reddened eyes, he suddenly understood the true meaning of Jiang Gu's "farewell".

He could never go back to being an ordinary disciple of Yanghua Sect who just lazed around doing nothing, nor could he ever have any connection with the people of Yanghua Sect again.

Jiang Gu's divine sense might be watching him from the shadows. If he agrees to Xuan Zhiyan's request, these people will have no choice but to die.

The back mountain had been mostly destroyed in the successive battles. The two boys stood on the only intact peak, surrounded by lush trees and flowers, with an endless sea of ​​clouds before them. The biting mountain wind swept by, making their crimson disciple robes flutter in the wind.

Looking at his best friend, whose face was still stained with blood, Wei Feng gave him a bright smile in the sunlight. "Let it go."

Xuan Zhiyan's expression froze. "What did you say?"

“Use your brains and think about it. With my identity, following you would only be a burden to each other. Who among you can protect me? Besides, I didn’t have a good life in the Yanghua Sect before. I had to be mindful of other people’s feelings every day. But with my master, look how respectful these Jiang family members are to me. They don’t even dare to breathe loudly.” Wei Feng said with a grin, “My master may be using me, but he’s also quite good to me. I really like this kind of life.”

Xuan Zhiyan, who had been gripping his hand tightly, gradually loosened his grip, suddenly feeling as if he had never truly known the person before him. "If you have a reason—"

“I have no excuse.” Wei Feng’s smile deepened. “I love my master and I can’t live without him. He can give me much more than any of you. I’m not stupid.”

Xuan Zhiyan completely let go of her hand, his eyes filled with tears, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You said it."

“Yeah, I told you, if I regret it later, I’ll be a coward.” Wei Feng patted his shoulder casually. “Let’s go, leave Yanghua Sect, and take what I gave you—”

"Who cares about your junk!" Xuan Zhiyan slapped his hand away, threw the spirit pet pouch at his waist and the jade pendant by his ear to the ground, and a long sword appeared in his hand. The fierce sword energy cut through the two of them, leaving a deep crack.

"Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together." He stared intently at Wei Feng, and seeing that the other man was just standing there silently, he turned and left.

Wei Feng waited until his figure disappeared at the end of the magic circle without saying a word to stop him.

"Young Master." The Jiang family disciples stepped forward upon hearing the commotion, as if they could make all the people in the magic array disappear without a trace with just a single command from him.

Wei Feng patted his sleeves and asked politely, "Can you let them leave Yanghua Sect?"

The disciple hesitated for a moment, then, presumably speaking to someone telepathically, respectfully said, "Seventh Young Master says he will obey your orders."

"Then let them leave," Wei Feng said.

"Yes." The Jiang family's disciples guarding the formation began to dispel the formation and drive people away.

Wei Feng squatted down and picked up the sound-transmitting earring and the spirit pet bag from the ground. The bag's drawstring was a little loose, and a fluffy little head popped out from inside.

Wu Tuo rubbed his hand in confusion, his wet nose twitching in the air. He tried to follow the scent to find Xuan Zhiyan, but Wei Feng pressed him back into the bag with a finger.

"You should stay with me from now on." Wei Feng tugged at the corner of his mouth and casually picked up a small wildflower next to him.

Unfortunately, the flower stem had been broken by someone, and the little flower drooped helplessly.

Behind him came the noisy chatter of Yanghua Sect disciples. Wei Feng sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the bustling clouds in the sky.

Xuan Zhiyan helped Qu Fengyu up, and as they were about to board the flying boat, he turned to look at the distant hillside and saw only a lonely figure.

He withdrew his gaze, no longer lingering, turned and boarded the flying boat, which transformed into a streak of light in the sea of ​​clouds and disappeared completely into the horizon.

Wei Feng clutched the earring in his hand, picked up the spirit pet bag, stood up from the grass, patted the bits of grass off his red disciple robe, and headed down the mountain in the opposite direction.

The broken little flower floated away and turned into a cloud of dust, disappearing in the warm spring breeze.