Chapter 100 Songsui Illusion (Part 8)
The Jiang family's buildings were ancient and imposing, with winding paths shaded by bamboo groves and pines. Even the wind that blew by carried a chilling scent. Xuan Zhiyan followed behind Qu Fengyu, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
The attendant leading the way was a Golden Core stage cultivator. Qu Fengyu made a sound transmission shield, and his eerie voice suddenly rang in Xuan Zhiyan's ears, startling him. "Why don't you act even more scared, and then we won't have to act anymore?"
Xuan Zhiyan glanced cautiously at the person leading the way and carefully asked, "Elder Yu, is this really... really okay? This is the Jiang family. If they find out you're an imposter and the secret order is fake, we're doomed."
"We can't worry about that now. We have to get Song Suixi as soon as possible, otherwise Wu Hezhi and Shen Yuxin will both die. Are you going to just watch your master die?" Qu Fengyu walked forward without looking to the side, putting on a great show, but there was a hint of anxiety in his voice as he spoke to Xuan Zhiyan.
Xuan Zhiyan was naturally anxious as well.
The Jiang family's lower-ranking disciples abandoned them after sending them to the outskirts of Longyun City. Wu Hezhi then dismissed the surviving disciples. At that time, Qu Fengyu had stolen a spirit pet bag from Wei Feng containing Wu Hezhi, Shen Yuxin, and Xie Fuxue. Since Shen Yuxin was still in Qu Fengyu's hands, Xuan Zhiyan hesitated for a long time but still wanted to rescue his current master. So he followed Qu Fengyu and Wu Hezhi. Unexpectedly, Xie Fuxue suddenly went mad and self-destructed her core essence, trying to take them down with her. As a result, Shen Yuxin and Wu Hezhi were both seriously injured and were on the verge of death.
Just when he and Qu Fengyu were in despair, they discovered the remaining half of Jie Fuxue's identity token and the fragment of a secret order. The two of them pieced together a few key pieces of information by guessing and piecing together the fragments.
“Jie Fuxue should just be a low-level apostle of that Ganlou on Wangyue Continent, guarding something in Yanghua Sect. Something must have happened to her that prevented her from contacting Wangyue.” Qu Fengyu said in a low voice, “Since that Ganlou ordered the Jiang family to offer Song Suixi to save people, it can definitely save Wu Hezhi and Shen Yuxin.”
"...Then why don't we just make them hand over Song Suixi?" Xuan Zhiyan asked, puzzled. "Anyway, we have Jie Fuxue's token."
"Are you stupid? Even the people from Wangyue Continent wrote such a thick messenger, and Jie Fuxue would rather self-destruct than complete the mission. This thing is definitely not something that can be handed over easily." Qu Fengyu narrowed his eyes. "Instead of taking such a big risk to make them hand it over, we might as well find a way to steal it ourselves."
“But if we spread false information and start a war between the Jiang family and the Linglong Sect… what if Wangyue finds out, or the Jiang family realizes what’s going on? We’d be doomed!” Xuan Zhiyan was still worried.
"Tsk, hesitant and indecisive." Qu Fengyu glanced at the Wangyue Envoy mark he had taken from Xie Fuxue on his wrist. "The more chaotic the situation is for us, the better. By the time Wangyue reacts, the Jiang family and Linglong Sect might have already opened their doors, making it easier to take action."
Xuan Zhiyan was terrified, but he had to pretend to be calm.
Qu Fengyu was bold and cunning. He dared to break into the Jiang family with only half a token and a tattered secret order. He couldn't even imagine how terrible their deaths would be if they were discovered.
He couldn't help but think of Wei Feng again.
Wei Feng should also be at the Jiang family's place; I wonder if they'll run into each other...
Meanwhile, in the center of the Songsui Illusion.
Wei Feng was brushed in the eye by a bamboo leaf that had broken off from the roadside. He raised his hand to rub it, but bumped into Jiang Gu's back.
Jiang Gu stopped at the corner of an artificial hill. In front of the hill was a spacious courtyard with an estimated hundred Jiang family disciples, all standing ready. Opposite them stood three men and one woman. The woman was beautiful and elegant, holding a long sword and looking down at everyone with arrogance. She was clearly not wearing Jiang family attire. The three men next to her were all dressed in the robes of Jiang family elders, and they seemed to follow the woman's lead.
"I have only one request today," the woman said lazily. "Whoever can summon Song Sui, I will take him to the Moon Gazing Continent."
The crowd below began to whisper among themselves.
Jiang Gu and Jiang Xiangyun exchanged a glance. Jiang Xiangyun shook his head almost imperceptibly, indicating that he had never heard of Songsui Tower having a spirit.
"What's going on? Songsui Tower has a spirit?" Lu Liyu stroked her chin and turned to look at Wei Feng.
Wei Feng was tugging at Jiang Gu's sleeve to wipe his eyes, oblivious to his question. After wiping his eyes, he secretly sniffed them.
"..." Lu Liyu licked her back teeth, a wicked smile suddenly appeared on her face, and kicked Wei Feng away.
Jiang Gu quickly pulled the person back, but it was clear they had already been discovered.
"Who's there!" the woman shouted sharply.
Hundreds of disciples in the courtyard drew their swords and aimed them at the place where Jiang Gu and his group were hiding.
The reason why the illusion is called an illusion lies in the word "illusion". This illusion is a reflection of ten thousand years ago. The people in it no longer exist. The reason why they react to outsiders is just a setting in the formation. Jiang Gu and Jiang Xiangyun have entered countless illusions since childhood and are not flustered. Usually, they have an automatically completed identity in the illusion.
As expected, once Jiang Gu and the others left, the killing intent of the crowd suddenly diminished.
"So it's the eldest young master and the seventh young master," the woman said, her gaze falling on Wei Feng. "The seventh young master actually brought your little Daoist partner with him?"
Wei Feng's face flushed red. He was about to retort when Jiang Gu grabbed his hand and said, "So what if you brought it?"
"Bringing it is certainly excellent." The woman smiled, a pure white lotus flower blooming on her forehead. She stared intently at Wei Feng. "Young friend, why don't you try to summon Song Sui?"
“He’s tired today.” Jiang Gu decisively refused, pulled the woman into his arms, and stared at her face. Sure enough, he saw a hint of urgency. “Why don’t we try again tomorrow?”
“Yes, Princess of the Spirit Realm, it’s getting late. Why don’t we rest for the night and try again tomorrow?” A man dressed as an elder spoke up from behind her.
Princess Lingjing gave him a cold look and flicked her sleeve, saying, "That's fine then."
Jiang Gu then saw clearly that she was holding a small building the size of a palm. If this small building were enlarged dozens of times, it would be the Songsui Building of the Jiang family today.
Countless guesses flashed through his mind, and the person he was holding suddenly froze.
Jiang Gu lowered his eyes to look at him, and Wei Feng tentatively spoke in his mind: "Master, I... I think I've seen her before."
"Where?" Jiang Gu's voice immediately rang out in Wei Feng's mind.
Wei Feng's heart sank. His master could indeed hear his voice at any time through the primordial spirit imprint. This meant that his entire primordial spirit and sea of consciousness had long been controlled by Jiang Gu. No wonder Jiang Gu was so certain that he could take his life at any time.
“In the spiritual realm that Qu Fengyu gave me,” Wei Feng said in a low voice.
Jiang Gu slowly narrowed his eyes, "The spiritual realm that Qu Fengyu gave you?"
Wei Feng swallowed hard. "The situation was urgent at the time, so I had no choice but to take it over for my master's safekeeping, and then I forgot about it."
He said this with a guilty conscience. He hadn't forgotten that he wanted to secretly keep the magic treasure for himself. But it seemed that the girl called Princess Lingjing had already set her sights on him. The magic treasure was called Lingjing, and the other party was called Princess Lingjing. It was obvious that the two were closely related. He might bring disaster upon himself. In that case, it would be better to just throw this hot potato to his master.
Wei Feng's mind was racing with calculations, but his face showed genuine frustration.
Jiang Gu had already cut off the emotional transmission between the two of them, so he didn't notice his emotions and only gave him a cold glance.
Jiang Xiangyun and Lu Liyu were not assigned to be with them. The four of them split into three groups. Jiang Gu, along with Wei Feng, followed the Jiang family disciple who was leading the way to their resting room.
"I heard that the spirit in Songsui Tower was originally a mortal." The two disciples who led the way were still young and couldn't help but gossip among themselves.
"A mortal?" Wei Feng asked in surprise, "A mortal can become a weapon spirit?"
"I heard that he was Princess Lingjing's husband in a mortal village on the Pingze Continent. The two got married and had a wedding ceremony, but Wangyue came looking for him and accidentally killed him." The disciple said mysteriously, "Princess Lingjing naturally wouldn't stand for it, so she stole a divine artifact from her home and kept the mortal's soul in the building. But I don't know what misunderstanding there was between the two. No matter how the princess called out, her husband just wouldn't come out."
"However, the spirit of the artifact, Song Sui, is fond of purity. If a cultivator of the purest and most pristine nature calls upon him, he will still appear and give them a wisp of Song Sui's breath. It is said that this Song Sui's breath is formed from the tears of the princess's husband before his death. It can remove the filth from the soul and repair all broken primordial spirits as before." The little disciple clicked his tongue in amazement, "Truly worthy of being called a divine artifact."
After the two junior disciples left, Wei Feng closed the doors and windows tightly and looked at Jiang Gu. "Master, it turns out that Song Sui Tower itself is a divine artifact. The illusion in Song Sui Tower is now in chaos. If we want to get out of Song Sui Tower, do we need to find the artifact spirit Song Sui? Maybe he can send us out."
He became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he had found a way out.
"This happened ten thousand years ago, and it's still unknown whether the spirit of the artifact still exists." Jiang Gu was much calmer than him.
Wei Feng's excitement was abruptly extinguished. He pondered for a long time, "This Spirit Realm Princess is from the Moon Gazing Continent, and Song Sui Tower also belongs to her family. How did it end up in the Jiang family?"
"I don't know," Jiang Gu said.
Wei Feng touched his nose awkwardly, took out a palm-sized scroll from his pocket, and respectfully presented it to Jiang Gu, "Master, this is the spiritual realm given by Qu Fengyu."
Jiang Gu didn't answer, but glanced at him indifferently.
Wei Feng smiled somewhat guiltily and placed the Spirit Realm directly in Jiang Gu's palm, but when he tried to pull his hand away, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Jiang Gu's fingers were cold and strong, gripping Wei Feng's wrist until the skin around him turned slightly white. A feeling of tension mixed with a tingling sensation shot straight to Wei Feng's tailbone. Wei Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his eyes, not daring to look at him. "Master... Master?"
He desperately wanted to be close to Jiang Gu. Ever since he realized his own feelings, Wei Feng had longed for his master almost every moment. This was completely different from his previous closeness. After all, he liked Jiang Gu before, but he wouldn't want to kiss him recklessly, touch him intimately, or possess and violate him wildly...
Wei Feng felt a dry, burning sensation in his throat as he recalled "Jiang Gu" from his own illusion.
Before he entered Jiang Gu's illusion twice, he had already entered his own illusion many times. It was a unique test belonging to the Six Desires Path. And because of the Ghost-Patterned White Eyes, he clearly knew that those "Jiang Gu" were not real.
Those illusions were incredibly human-like, seemingly aware of his inner resistance, and even conjured up countless false "Wei Fengs." In those illusions, he watched "Wei Feng" and "Jiang Gu" entangled and drowning in the sea of desire, witnessing firsthand those erotic yet terrifying and absurd scenes, wavering countless times yet forcing himself to remain sober.
He doesn't want a fake Jiang Gu.
That's why, when he finally confirmed the real Jiang Gu in the last illusion, he dared to kiss him while he was still conscious. At the moment his master killed him, he even felt a sense of relief.
He no longer had to fight against his own desires, although in the end he couldn't even resist a single glance from Jiang Gu.
"You want the Spirit Realm..." And now, the real Jiang Gu was right in front of him, his rosy lips opening and closing. He could even recall the softness between his teeth, feel Jiang Gu's cold and steady breathing, and smell the faint yet alluring fragrance lingering in his nostrils. He dared not look into Jiang Gu's eyes, only glancing at the lower half of his face, and then discovering that his snow-white neck was incredibly beautiful.
Jiang Gu's voice was so close, yet it was so blurry and indistinct, as if it were from a distant horizon. He couldn't make out what he was saying at all. All he wanted to do was... fiercely grab that snow-white neck, press the man down beneath him, and hear if his master would let out breathless gasps and moans of unbearable passion, just like in the illusion. He wanted to see if his master's back was covered in a sticky layer of sweat, and hear if his master would call his name with red eyes and a sobbing voice, just like in the illusion.
"Wei Feng?" Jiang Gu's cold and impatient voice suddenly rang in his ears.
Wei Feng snapped back to his senses, frantically pulling his wrist away. When he looked up, the lust and desire in his eyes were suppressed, and he even looked somewhat innocently dazed. "Huh?"
Jiang Gu frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure in his expression. "Your pulse is off."
"No." Wei Feng subconsciously hid his wrist behind his back. When he met Jiang Gu's extremely intimidating gaze, his knees buckled and he almost knelt down. For a moment, he thought that Jiang Gu had seen through all his filthy thoughts, but he still wanted to struggle in vain, "Master, w-what's wrong?"
"You've made the Spirit Realm recognize you as its master?" Jiang Gu asked in a deep voice. "Did Qu Fengyu give you any instructions when he handed the Spirit Realm over?"
Wei Feng breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head. "No."
Jiang Gu stopped looking at him and instead lowered his head to study the spiritual mirror in his hand.
Wei Feng slowly sidled up to his side, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse of his fair nape and the smooth shoulder blades beneath his thin robe, before abruptly averting his gaze as if burned.
He took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut.
He's going crazy if he doesn't leave this illusion soon.
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