Chapter 95 Songsui Illusion (Part 3)

The beast was very sensitive to emotions. It probably sensed Wei Feng's murderous intent and jealousy. It transformed from a fluffy ball into a human form, with long silver hair cascading over its shoulders. It moved away from Jiang Gu and pressed itself tightly against the door frame.

Wei Feng was taken aback.

Because the demon beast had transformed into a child of about ten years old, covered in wounds inflicted by Wei Feng, his face and neck were covered in blood, his face was pale and his eyes were filled with tears, he looked miserable and pitiful.

Wei Feng's chilling killing intent vanished abruptly. Just as he was wondering why the other party was a child, the demonic beast turned to run away, but the monster's original form was much faster, and even Jiang Gu's raised hand missed its target.

He slapped the succubus to the ground with his tail, and the translucent dragon silk wrapped around its neck. Wei Feng sniffed the air with a gloomy expression. "You think illusions can fool me? It's clearly an old thing that's hundreds of years old! This is how you usually deceive your master!"

The demon beast fearfully reverted to its original form, its fluffy fur standing on end.

He opened his blood-red maw, but a burst of spiritual energy struck his chin, and then tightened around his neck, sending the monster flying backward.

Jiang Gu grabbed the back of his neck. Wei Feng struggled for a moment, flicking his tail. The ghost patterns that originally wanted to kill the demon beast couldn't resist the temptation and all wrapped around Jiang Gu's wrist.

"Go back and heal your wounds first," Jiang Gu said to the demon beast.

"Yes, Master." The demon beast was clearly terrified, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a wisp of silver mist and drifted towards the back garden.

Jiang Gu pinched the ghostly mark that was about to continue its rampage, and looked down at Wei Feng, "How much did you eat?"

Wei Feng muttered, head drooping, "I didn't eat."

Jiang Gu looked at his sea of ​​consciousness, where the chaotic black primordial spirit had been crying for a day and a night, but was now contentedly rubbing its belly... and hiccuping.

They were obviously overeating.

This bastard seems to have figured out that he won't let himself die, and he's been relentlessly provoking his bottom line.

Jiang Gu led the person to the back garden. The exotic flowers and plants in the garden had rotted roots and broken leaves, obviously caused by the silver-blue mermaid tail. The valuable jade was cracked everywhere, and there were countless scratch marks on the ancient trees. Blood and torn downy hairs floated in the clear spring and spirit pool.

The entire garden was deathly silent. Jiang Gu used his spirit pet contract to sense everything. Only one or two out of ten spirit beasts remained uninjured. The vast majority were injured to varying degrees, with wounds concentrated on their faces and the softest fur on their bellies. Although the number of spirit beasts that had been eaten was not large, they were all carefully selected by him as the most pleasing to the eye...

He only went to the main house once, and the round trip took less than half an hour.

Jiang Gu wasn't particularly distressed by these things, but he was taken aback by Wei Feng's provocation, and the atmosphere around him became extremely tense.

Wei Feng's monster form was a size larger than Jiang Gu's. He stubbornly refused to revert to his original form, and his ghostly markings tried to sneak into Jiang Gu's clothes. Even when they were broken by spiritual energy, he didn't cry out in pain, but he couldn't help but tremble.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Gu looked at him and realized that beating him up wouldn't solve the problem. Given this little brat's vengeful nature, he was afraid that not a single spirit beast in the garden would be left alive.

A faint smell of blood lingered in the garden, and amidst the chaos, Jiang Gu's voice sounded calm and even indifferent.

Wei Feng only showed him the stubborn back of his head. Just as Jiang Gu ran out of patience and was about to teach him a lesson, he decisively transformed back into human form, turned his head and glared at him aggrievedly, "My earring."

"..." Jiang Gu lowered his eyes to look at the small hole on his earlobe and pinched it.

It's a bit soft.

Wei Feng shuddered when his sensitive earlobe was suddenly pinched. A light blush quickly crept up from his ear to the base of his neck. With red eyes, he said, "That was a birthday gift from Xuan Zhiyan."

“You don’t need it.” Jiang Gu frowned.

"I need it! We were supposed to each have one, and I've been wearing it for almost ten years!" Wei Feng turned his head, his expression angry and hurt. "I've lost my best friend, but you won't even let me keep a memento. How could you do this?"

Jiang Gu's lips curled down slightly, his expression as cold as ever. "You have no right to negotiate with me."

He felt something was off, but didn't think he had done anything wrong. However, Wei Feng thought he had made a mistake, which was the biggest difference between Wei Feng and the spirit pets in the garden. No spirit pet dared to provoke and question his decision like that.

But that doesn't mean he'll accept it.

Wei Feng's chest was filled with anger and helplessness. He tried his best to hold back the tears in his eyes. "I don't like it here at all."

Wei Feng's affections were insignificant, so Jiang Gu decided to throw him into the weapon-refining array to teach him a lesson. However, before he could even open the array, Wei Feng's tears fell.

Feeling embarrassed, he raised his hand and wiped away his tears haphazardly with the back of his hand, leaving mottled tear stains on his face. He choked out, "I did kiss you secretly, but you were the one who taught me first. I poured a lot of spiritual energy into you to heal your injuries, but I didn't dare tell you because I was afraid you'd be angry... Besides, I ate the spirit pet because I was too heartbroken about losing my earring. Anyway, all your spirit pets are more important than me. Just throw me into the refining array and refine me. I'm sure I'll be better than any magic weapon Jiang Lin can forge—"

He spoke between sobs, his words incoherent and rambling. Jiang Gu's temples throbbed from his crying. "Shut up," he said.

Wei Feng sobbed and lowered his head to quietly wipe away his tears.

He was clearly the one who was blinded by lust and committed heinous acts, and he was also the one who ruined the garden and ate the spirit pets, yet he cried pitifully as if he had suffered some great injustice, relying on the fact that Jiang Gu wouldn't kill him, and dared to say anything.

Jiang Gu looked indifferently and lifted his chin, which made the guy even more aggrieved. Tears streamed down his face as if they were free, and he reached out to hug Jiang Gu's waist, trying to burrow into his arms.

Wei Feng is still a child at heart, thinking that he can get away with making mistakes by acting cute and being unreasonable, and that he will only suffer physical pain. However, once the six desires arise, all desires will arise. Even if one's mind is as firm as a rock, the temptations and torments are not something that ordinary people can endure. Not to mention that Wei Feng is soft-hearted and affectionate, it is only a matter of time before he sinks into the sea of ​​desire and loses himself.

Jiang Gu did not push him away.

Wei Feng sniffed, then pressed his advantage, burying his face in the crook of his neck. He almost couldn't control himself and kissed him, just like in the dark night of Qingliang Village, licking his master's fair neck little by little until it turned red, but his remaining rationality stopped him.

"Let's go." Jiang Gu's tone wasn't exactly gentle, but it wasn't cold either.

Wei Feng looked up at him in disbelief, wondering if he was dreaming. "Master, you...aren't going to punish me?"

Jiang Gu lowered his eyes to look at him. Punishing him now would only be a matter of physical pain. It would be better to take him into Songsui Tower for a good training session to temper his temper. "You really want to be punished?"

The man's face was still wet with tears, and his bright eyes stared straight at him, shocked and bewildered. Caught off guard by his gaze, his face gradually turned red, and he lowered his head guiltily, shaking his head vigorously.

"I don't want to." Wei Feng said in a muffled voice, gripping his sleeve tightly.

Jiang Gu led the person back to the bedroom.

Wei Feng followed behind him, looking at the simple furnishings in the room. He could smell Jiang Gu's unique scent, but it was so faint that it was almost invisible, indicating that Jiang Gu had not been back for a long time.

“You’ll sleep here tonight,” Jiang Gu said.

It wasn't until Jiang Gu closed the door and left that Wei Feng realized he had only said "tonight." What about later?

Unfortunately, he fell into a deep sleep before he could figure it out.

An hour later, Jiang Gu reappeared in the room, this time carrying an exquisite wooden box. He stroked the hilt of the knife in his hand and pointed it at the sleeping Wei Feng.

The next morning, Wei Feng received the answer.

Although it wasn't the first time he'd been stuffed into a puppet, this puppet was special. Inside was a wisp of Jiang Gu's primordial spirit. As soon as he entered, that wisp of golden primordial spirit immediately transformed into golden mist, completely enveloping him. Jiang Gu's aura was everywhere.

"Master, where are we going?" Wei Feng was still half asleep, his primordial spirit comfortably sprawled inside the puppet, enveloped by Jiang Gu's primordial spirit, feeling extremely safe.

“Songsui Tower,” Jiang Gu said.

Wei Feng asked in confusion, "What kind of place is Songsui Tower?"

"I don't know." Jiang Gu tossed the wooden puppet into the spirit pet pouch at his waist.

Wei Feng tensed up for a moment, but Jiang Gu's wisp of primordial spirit quickly enveloped him, and the warm golden mist covered his eyes, instantly relaxing him.

Jiang Gu's sudden gentleness made him feel a little uncomfortable, and he even felt a slight sense of wariness, but this wariness was quickly overwhelmed, and he fell into a deep sleep.

From the outside, Songsui Tower looks like an unremarkable three-story building, hidden deep in the bamboo forest, and is not particularly eye-catching.

When Jiang Gu arrived, Jiang Xiangyun was already in front of the building. Yao Li did not accompany him. When he saw Jiang Gu, he smiled before speaking, "Seventh Brother is quite composed."

"Young Master." Jiang Gu nodded perfunctorily.

"Let's go in, maybe we'll run into each other inside." Jiang Xiangyun tossed the key in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the doorway.

Jiang Gu glanced down at the spirit pet pouch, took out the key, and followed closely behind.

A thick, damp fog swept over us.

Jiang Gu subconsciously reached for the spirit pet pouch at his waist, but found nothing. His clothes also changed, turning into a brown coarse cloth garment, with a strong, meaty aroma wafting towards him.

He looked down and saw a bowl of chicken soup with oil floating on top of it.

"Xiao Jiang!" A rough voice came from afar through the mist.

Jiang Gu looked up and saw a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old leading a group of children of all ages running barefoot toward him, followed by several beasts that had not yet developed intelligence.

The sound of flowing water came from behind him. Jiang Gu turned around and saw his reflection in the water.

He was short and looked no more than five or six years old. His face was covered in soot, and there was some grease on the corner of his mouth. Jiang Gu looked at his six-year-old self with a cold eye and suddenly understood why the Jiang family wanted him and Jiang Xiangyun to enter Songsui Tower for trials.

Meanwhile, at the Jiang family's main residence.

"The first illusion is to re-cultivate one's Dao heart." Jiang Zhuan looked at the two water mirrors in front of him, each taller than a person.

In the water mirror belonging to Jiang Xiangyun, Jiang Xiangyun, now a young boy, stands amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, his eyes bloodshot and his expression crazed. In the water mirror belonging to Jiang Gu, Jiang Gu reverts to his child form, dressed in coarse cloth like a beggar, standing before a river. On the stone tablet beside him are three large, blood-red characters—Hundred Beasts Village.

"Jiang Guli's Daoist aspirations are so early?" Jiang Yinzhong was slightly surprised.

“Xiang Yun was unruly and only established his killing heart at the age of fifteen. Jiang Gu…” Jiang Zhuan looked at the long river of blood that was gradually turning into blood in the water mirror and smiled slightly: “He was already eight years old when he came back to the Jiang family. He must have suffered a lot in between before he established the ruthless path. He had no teacher or father and was a person with four spiritual roots. It can be said that he was favored by the heavens.”

Jiang Yin stood with his hands behind his back in front of the water mirror, and suddenly his expression changed slightly.

"Father, is there something wrong?" Jiang Zhuan asked.

Jiang Yinzhong looked at Jiang Gu in the water mirror and slowly narrowed his eyes, "This child should have been born with five spiritual roots."

Jiang Zhuan subconsciously denied it, "How could that be? When he came to the Jiang family, his spiritual roots were measured and he had four spiritual roots. If he had five spiritual roots, he wouldn't even be able to enter the gate of cultivation."

Jiang Yinzhong seemed to understand something, "This is interesting."

Songsui Illusion.

Wei Feng opened his eyes with some difficulty, and looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, he instantly bristled.

hair?

Wei Feng stood up in shock, only to find that the field of vision was not much different when he was standing and lying down. He hurriedly called for his master, but what came out was a hoarse "woof".

A group of children dressed in coarse cloth ran towards them from a distance. A sharp-eyed little girl spotted him and was startled. "Oh my, where did this little dog come from? Its fur is so ugly!"

The other children looked in the direction she pointed and immediately started chattering amongst themselves.

"Could it be the offspring of the big flower at the village entrance?"

"Definitely not. Big-flowered ones are yellow-haired. Look at them, they're black, white, gray, brown, and oh, there's even red hair."

"But her eyes are quite round."

"But it's still so ugly."

Did its mother drink dye when she gave birth to it?

Hahahaha!

A group of children burst into merciless laughter.

Wei Feng was furious, but decided not to argue with them. His priority was to find Jiang Gu. He looked up and sniffed the air, catching a faint fragrance, but he couldn't pinpoint its source.

"Alright, let's hurry up and go. I heard two cultivators have come to the village and want to take on disciples!" The eldest one waved his long arm. "Everyone keep up, Xiao Jiang, don't fall behind!"

A group of children ran over noisily, and Wei Feng was accidentally kicked several times. He lay on the ground, dizzy, and a feeling of sadness welled up in his heart for some reason.

It's so ugly, no one will want it.

The last child walked past him expressionlessly, and Jiang Gu's presence suddenly intensified in the air.

Wei Feng instantly perked up, finally remembering that he wasn't just a dog. He quickly scrambled to his feet and stood in front of him, crying out, "Master! Master! It's me, Wei Feng!"

However, all Jiang Gu heard was the hoarse, unpleasant howling of the little stray dog.

He glanced at the messy, scruffy little beast and stepped over it with a cold expression.

"Awoo?!"