Chapter 119 Heartless Love (Part Fourteen)
Wei Feng finally had a satisfying meal, and after smacking his lips contentedly, he moved closer to Jiang Gu.
"Master." He seemed a little embarrassed as he touched his stomach.
"Not full?" Consultant Jiang asked.
Wei Feng quickly shook his head, "I'm full."
His beautiful eyes curved into a smile, his thick, long eyelashes casting soft shadows, and a gentle smile graced his handsome, fair face. Because Jiang Gu was meditating, he obediently squatted down in front of Jiang Gu, staring intently at him.
Jiang Gu frowned slightly.
No wonder Wangyue and the others tried every means to make Wei Feng their furnace cauldron. This guy was cute and lovable when he was young, and now that he's grown up, he's become even more handsome. With such a face, he's bound to cause trouble outside.
Wei Feng, feeling the gaze he was being given, gradually shifted from initial confusion to a more evasive look, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Master?"
Jiang Gu reached out and lifted his chin. With a thought, that handsome and clean face transformed into an ordinary appearance. Wei Feng blinked and tilted his head to rub against Jiang Gu's palm.
Jiang Gu's brows furrowed even deeper.
It feels particularly incongruous to make such a gesture with a face that has been altered.
He wiped away the face he had just seen, and changed back to Wei Feng's original appearance.
Wei Feng noticed his actions, but didn't ask why. He just let him do as he pleased, smiling sweetly and brightly. In the end, Jiang Gu threw him into the Spirit Realm.
"Take a nap." Jiang Gu's voice came from afar outside the spirit realm.
In the misty fog, the young man's smile appeared and disappeared. He was worried about leaving Jiang Gu outside alone and was about to turn into the fog and slip away when Jiang Gu sent a wisp of his primordial spirit to enter the spiritual realm with him.
Perhaps it was because the aura emanating from Jiang Gu's primordial spirit was too familiar, or perhaps it was because he had eaten a full meal for the first time in his life, but drowsiness suddenly surged up without warning.
Upon arriving at Wangyue, for the first time, he did not revert to his original form. Instead, he carefully gathered the wisp of primordial spirit in his human body and placed it into the newly purified spiritual spring. He then closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Jiang Gu watched the person sleeping soundly from outside the spirit gate before closing the book in his hand and placing it inside his lapel.
His injuries had mostly healed, and Wei Feng had also healed most of the damage to his primordial spirit. After a moment of contemplation, he took the Spirit Realm out of the Black Jade Bracelet.
The Jade Bracelet's mobility is average. They are still near Heguan City, while Feng Wujiuyi is obviously not as patient as Song Ping was before and has already left this place.
The black jade bracelet turned into bone and disappeared into his flesh, while the Fire-Separating Rope was still on his left wrist. There were originally two Fire-Separating Ropes, and the other one was now tied back around Wei Feng's neck. This rope was originally made by him with half of the Fire-Separating Pill and his own heart's blood in order to control Wei Feng. The other half of the Fire-Separating Pill was used by him to refine the Hooked Chen Ruyi into the Hooked Chen Hairpin, which had been lost in the Song Sui Illusion.
Wei Feng has now lost his Yuan Dan and his Dantian and sea of consciousness are gone, but his cultivation has increased instead of improved. Jiang Gu doesn't think this is a good thing. This is evident from the fact that he has to consume a lot of magic treasures to replenish his spiritual power. Wei Feng's current cultivation must have been built up in other ways, and the price he paid was only higher than before. He can still hold on for a few years, but in the long run, his body will definitely be unable to bear the burden and his meridians will fail. Obviously, the people who look up at the moon are just using him and then throwing him away...
The Fire-Separating Pill originally belonged to Wei Feng, and his heart's blood had long since fused with Wei Feng's wing root blood. However, it was not easy to refine the Fire-Separating Rope back into the Fire-Separating Pill, and half of the Fire-Separating Pill was missing.
A chill suddenly swept over him. Jiang Gu flipped his wrist, and the Crimson Snow Sword reappeared. He had only made some simple repairs, and it was still in its sheath. When the opponent's sword energy struck, it pierced the ostentatious blue gemstone embedded in the sheath.
The cracking sound clearly reached Jiang Gu's ears.
"Jiang Gu!" Lu Ziming's hateful eyes were revealed behind the sword light.
Jiang Gu raised his sword with one hand to block and retreated quickly. With the other hand, he formed a hand seal to seal the senses within his spiritual realm. He then stomped his foot hard on the ground, blocking Lu Ziming's attack.
Five years have passed, and the opponent has reached the early stage of the True Immortal Realm. Moreover, with two souls in one body, it is equivalent to having an extra life. He attacks with great force and fierceness. Jiang Gu is only at the Great Perfection of the Mahayana Realm, but he has exchanged hundreds of moves with him without showing any signs of weakness.
Lu Ziming had been chasing after him all the way, originally intending to wait for him to die at Feng Wujiu's hands. Who knew that Jiang Gu would escape by miraculous survival? He searched for several more days before discovering Jiang Gu's whereabouts. He figured that Jiang Gu was seriously injured, so he naturally wouldn't let go of this excellent opportunity.
But he didn't expect Jiang Gu to be completely unharmed.
Lu Ziming was bloodthirsty, but Lu Zhenyi was far calmer than him. She said in her mind, "Jiang Gu is not injured. Ziming, let's go."
"Brother!" Lu Ziming refused. "He's only at the Mahayana cultivation level, yet you keep stopping me. What are we afraid of him for?!"
“This person’s methods are unpredictable. He was only at the Nascent Soul stage when he shattered my Dao Heart. We must be on guard.” Lu Zhenyi continued to dissuade him. “Moreover, the situation on the Moon Gazing Continent is unclear. Even if we fight to the death to kill him, if we are seriously injured, we will not be able to escape.”
Lu Ziming gritted his teeth, "Brother, I'm going to kill him today!"
"Lu Ziming!" Lu Zhenyi forcefully seized control of her body, dodging Jiang Gu's sword sheath.
However, the layers of formations had already risen from the ground. Jiang Gu did not draw his sword, but instead summoned the Fire Rope. The crimson rope exploded in mid-air, turning into countless red threads that swept through the formation and attacked Lu Ziming's body from all directions.
Lu Zhenyi tried to forcefully break through the formation beneath her feet with her sword, but the countless red threads had already entered Lu Ziming's body. The Fire Rope had the effect of binding the primordial spirit, and the two brothers were one body with two souls. Jiang Gu did the opposite, forcibly separating their primordial spirits with the Fire Rope. Lu Zhenyi was concerned about his younger brother, and his attack was momentarily out of control. Although he reacted very quickly, Jiang Gu still seized the opportunity, and the Fire Rope firmly adhered to Lu Zhenyi's primordial core.
Jiang Gu witnessed Lu Ziming exhume his own Yuan Dan and replace it with Lu Zhenyi's. Otherwise, with his talent, he could not have cultivated to the True Immortal Realm so quickly. With Lu Zhenyi's talent, he could barely make up for the missing half of the Li Huo Dan with his Yuan Dan.
Lu Zhenyi reacted extremely quickly, raising her hand to sever the Fire Ropes attached to the Yuan Dan.
Jiang Gu had already closed in on him, his five fingers forming claws and pulling the red threads to grab his dantian, causing blood and flesh to splatter everywhere.
If Lu Liyu were here, he would surely be able to see the method behind it, which is six or seven parts similar to the method he used to trap Jiang Gu and Jiang Xiangyun in the Songsui Illusion.
"Jiang Gu!" Lu Zhenyi shouted sharply, her long sword plunging straight into Jiang Gu's waist and abdomen with a twist, her spiritual power surging and severing Jiang Gu's meridians.
Jiang Gu smirked, grabbed the Yuan Dan and ripped it out, tearing most of it out. The torn Yuan Dan was only connected by a few thin red lines, and blood dripped down. Jiang Gu finally drew his Crimson Snow Sword, blocking Lu Zhenyi's sword from being pulled out from his waist. The surrounding magic array suddenly closed, as if it intended to kill the two brothers here even if it meant losing a thousand of its own.
Lu Zhenyi was startled. He was not confident that he could defeat Jiang Gu. Of course, he could die together with Jiang Gu, but he still cared about Lu Ziming's life.
That moment of hesitation became his fatal oversight.
Jiang Gu appeared behind him like a ghost, tearing off the Yuan Dan at the same time, and the Crimson Snow Sword spun around to cut his neck.
However, Lu Zhenyi and Lu Ziming cooperated extremely well. At the critical moment, Lu Ziming regained control of his body. He decisively abandoned his natal sword and most of his Yuan Dan, broke free from Jiang Gu's magic array, and turned his palm into a sharp blade to sever the Li Huo Rope. At the same time, Lu Zhenyi set up a teleportation array, and the two brothers burrowed underground and escaped in an instant.
Jiang Gu's spread-out divine sense could no longer find their trace.
He tried his best to steady his breathing and fell from the magic circle, but he still couldn't hold on and his knees buckled, causing him to kneel on the ground.
Jiang Gu glanced down at the long sword stuck in his waist, then raised his hand to grasp the hilt and slowly pulled the sword out. Blood dripped from the tip of the sword, soaking the fallen leaves on the ground.
The flesh at the wound was gruesomely exposed, the surrounding meridians were also broken, and there were faint signs of shattering in his dantian. He haphazardly slapped a few hemostatic talismans on it, and stood up from the ground, supporting himself with his sword.
He glanced into the Spirit Realm and saw Wei Feng sleeping soundly, sprawled out, embracing his wisp of primordial spirit. As expected, his cheeks were marked with red marks from being pressed against the uneven stone next to the Spirit Spring.
Jiang Gu raised an eyebrow with a hint of amusement.
He withdrew his gaze, threw most of Lu Zhenyi's Yuan Dan into his storage bag, changed his appearance and figure, and then summoned his flying sword to fly towards the nearest Heguan City.
Heguan City remains bustling with activity.
Although the Eight Pavilions traitors and the Qiankun Tower and Yin Yang Tower were both looking for them, Jiang Gu was not worried. He had been hunted down most of the time in Pingze and was extremely skilled at concealing his identity. He had previously acted with Jiang Xiangyun and others, and he did not want to use his life-saving methods in front of them. Following Jiang Xiangyun's arrangements was the safest option.
But now that he's all alone, things are much easier for him.
He used the same trick again, splitting the Misty Rain Token in two, hiding one half on his person and the other half inside the broken stone statue. He also disassembled the Jade Bracelet and hid it inside himself and several of his still-living spirit pets. Although his relationship with Wei Feng had improved, he still did not trust Wei Feng. Since this guy could ask for the Jade Bracelet, he must have some ulterior motive.
From an outsider's perspective, he was nothing more than a lowly ant with nothing to his name and a low level of cultivation, and he was also seriously injured. To them, he could be crushed with a single finger.
Most people don't care about ants most of the time, which ironically became Jiang Gu's greatest camouflage.
Although he had the other half of the Fire-Separating Pill as a substitute, Jiang Gu was not in a hurry to refine the Fire-Separating Pill again for Wei Feng. Before that, he needed to confirm one thing.
The auction has ended, but the entrance to the auction house remains bustling. In addition to the auction held every three months, they also accept pawns and barter.
"Fellow Daoist, please." As guests, the cultivators in the auction house always greeted them with smiles. "No matter what the news is, as long as you can provide something of equal value, we will give it to you."
Jiang Gu was led to a bustling hall where thousands of magic arrays contained identical tables and chairs. Behind each table sat a cultivator who looked and dressed exactly the same, providing information to the guests. Although the noise was deafening, one could not hear the conversations of the people within the arrays if one listened carefully.
Jiang Gu stepped into a formation.
"What would you like to ask, fellow Daoist?" The cultivator had a round face, a round head, and round eyes, and his smile was perfect and standard, like that of a mannequin.
Jiang Gu sat down opposite him and asked calmly, "Where did this style of shackles come from?"
He raised his hand, and a small water mirror floated in his palm. A small part of the image was revealed in the blurry mist: slender ankles were firmly fastened with black shackles.
"Hiss." The round-faced cultivator gasped, tucking his sleeves in and peering out to examine the reflection in the water mirror. "I can't see clearly, fellow Daoist. There are countless shackles like this, from the Misty Rain Terrace to the Qiankun Tower. Is there any marking?"
Jiang Gu lowered his eyes, dispersing much of the mist. "On the shackles on the inside of my ankles, there's a piece of three-leaf bamboo carved."
At that time, he was seriously injured and about to lose consciousness. He only had time to glance at it briefly and use the recording stone to capture the image for a moment. When Wei Feng reappeared in human form, the shackles were gone, as if it were just an illusion caused by his serious injuries.
He had previously sent a wisp of his primordial spirit into the Spirit Realm with Wei Feng to verify his guess; this three-leaf bamboo was a reflection of that wisp of primordial spirit.
"Three-leaf bamboo, three-leaf bamboo, one leaf to heaven, one leaf to earth, one leaf recognizes its master and will never betray him in this life." The round-faced cultivator shook his head and said, "Three-leaf bamboo, three-leaf bamboo, one leaf binds the god, one leaf binds the soul, the life and death of one leaf are determined by the master, and it is loyal to the master for all eternity. This is the mark of the spirit pet that recognizes its master in the Heaven and Earth Pavilion. It is a good thing, a good thing."
Jiang Gu's heart sank. "Heaven and Earth Pavilion?"
"Heaven and earth, yin and yang, divide into reality and illusion; going with the flow and going against it determine life and death; metal, wood, water, fire, earth, thunder, and wind—those born with good fortune belong to the Heaven and Earth Pavilion." The round-faced cultivator said with a smile, "Ten platforms and eight pavilions, the Misty Rain Pavilion, fellow Daoist, all the noble people are in the Heaven and Earth Pavilion. The Misty Rain Pavilion is full of hard-working people, hard-working people."
"How do we interpret this three-leaf bamboo?" Jiang Gu asked again.
To everyone's surprise, the round-faced cultivator held up two fingers and said, "You can't ask more than three questions, fellow Daoist. You have already asked two questions. The total amount of 39,900 top-grade spirit stones is 39,900. Please pay in full on the spot."
Jiang Gu had no choice but to pay with spirit stones in person, and his previously ample spirit stone bag instantly became empty.
"Thank you for your patronage. Goodbye." The round-faced cultivator smiled broadly, hugged the spirit stones, turned around, and crawled into the chair. The closed array instantly opened, and the noise surged in like a tide.
Jiang Gu walked out of the magic circle in silence.
The streets were bustling with cultivators, most of whom were stronger than him. He had run out of spirit stones and had very few magic treasures left. His cultivation method had been completely rejected. For the first time in his life, the thing he wanted had become someone else's possession, and he knew very little about the other party's background.
However, his eyes were incredibly calm, and his Dao heart became increasingly firm and unshakable.
It's just starting over.
What he needs to do is still what he has always insisted on: to live and to become stronger.
Add one more condition—kill the opponent and take back Wei Feng.
His things are not for others to touch.
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