Chapter 133 Yin-Yang White Bones (Part 3)
Jiang Gu had lost count of how many times his primordial spirit had been mixed with Wei Feng's primordial spirit before, but the truth was that apart from the time at the beginning when Wei Feng's little primordial spirit almost merged into his primordial spirit in his sea of consciousness, he had never felt any discomfort.
The same applies now.
Wei Feng's words were not enough to refute his conclusion, and even though their primordial spirits were now close together, there was no tendency for their primordial spirits to merge.
"That's because the ghost mark can block it... and I've been enduring it." Wei Feng sighed deeply, his hot breath brushing against Jiang Gu's ear. "Master, the pain is so bad now... the ghost mark has lost its effectiveness."
"Impossible." Jiang Gu frowned, not believing he had made a mistake.
Wei Feng was on the verge of tears. He gripped his sleeve tightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, if you don't put away your primordial spirit soon, I'll really merge into it... and then we'll truly be in communion with each other."
Now, only the final step remains. Wei Feng's primordial spirit was burning with desire. His mouth was dry, and he only wanted to merge that bright, golden primordial spirit into his own, and then pull the person into his arms and kiss them fiercely—regardless of the chances of success, he did not want to desecrate his master under these circumstances.
Even though... he harbored dirty, unspeakable thoughts about Jiang Gu, and had defiled him countless times in his dreams, in reality, Jiang Gu was high above him, awe-inspiring and inviolable.
Moreover, his primordial spirit is so dirty, his master must be disgusted by it.
His eyes were a mixture of desire and resentment, and his tainted spirit struggled to control its trembling. "Master..."
Jiang Gu finally frowned and withdrew his primordial spirit.
Wei Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but then another wave of intense pain struck him. However, he restrained himself and did not approach Jiang Gu again.
The near-divine connection with his disciple was far less shocking to Jiang Gu than the error in his own perception. He was always cautious and rarely left his body, so he rarely interacted with the primordial spirits of other cultivators. Usually, before their primordial spirits even touched, the other's primordial spirit would have already been devoured by him. In fact, there was only one primordial spirit that had ever come close to him.
Doesn't that mean that without his knowledge, his primordial spirit had already "seduced" Wei Feng's primordial spirit many times, and Wei Feng was actually able to resist...?
Jiang Gu coldly recalled why he had concluded that spiritual communication was impossible outside of the sea of consciousness, but he could no longer trace the source of that belief.
"I'll have someone verify it another day." Although Jiang Gu was unhappy about making a mistake, he didn't mind correcting it if he really was wrong.
Wei Feng was taken aback. "Who...are you looking for?"
“I’ll just pick any primordial spirit,” Jiang Gu said. “Your primordial spirit is special; it might not be—”
"No!" Wei Feng panicked immediately, forgetting the unspeakable pain. He grabbed Jiang Gu's arm. "What if you accidentally have a spiritual connection with him!"
"I know what I'm doing," Jiang Gu said confidently.
"No, you have no sense of propriety!" Wei Feng's voice was hoarse and urgent. "Every time you seduce me, I feel like I want to pounce on you and devour you!"
"..."
"..."
After he finished speaking, the master and apprentice looked at each other in silence.
For the first time in his life, Jiang Gu felt an extremely awkward situation. As his master, he felt obligated to ease the tension. He said coldly, "Then why didn't you tell me?"
Wei Feng's face slowly flushed red under his gaze, but the pain distorted his features slightly. "I—"
Although he was always aroused by Jiang Gu and had to try his best to restrain himself, he also had to admit that sometimes he... really enjoyed this kind of secret torment, and the fact that Jiang Gu was completely unaware of it gave him a strange sense of pleasure.
But ultimately, this was his secret that he couldn't openly admit, and he simply couldn't explain it to the serious-looking Jiang Gu.
He was incredibly grateful for the pain he was experiencing. He groaned as his body began to spasm in pain, and Jiang Gu could only reinforce the outer array.
The master and apprentice finally managed to tacitly move past this incredibly awkward and somewhat ambiguous topic.
After an unknown amount of time, Wei Feng's excruciating pain finally subsided.
He collapsed into Jiang Gu's arms, completely unconscious, his body covered in sticky dirt and sweat, but Jiang Gu did not push him away.
He connected with Wei Feng's pulse, sent a wisp of spiritual energy into it, and circulated it several times through Wei Feng's newly created meridians before entering his sea of consciousness.
Wei Feng currently has no cultivation, and his sea of consciousness is only the size of a palm, containing only a slightly reddish Yuan Dan and a fire spirit root, but both exude a pure and peaceful aura, completely different from the mixed and dirty spiritual power before. His new meridians have also expanded more than twice, and his body has been reforged and cleansed. Wei Feng's current aptitude should be between a single spirit root and a heavenly spirit root, which is already considered excellent.
Jiang Gu picked the person up and entered the spiritual realm.
As soon as Wei Feng touched the spiritual spring, he transformed into the form of a divine merman. The hideous scars on his body had disappeared, and his severed tail had long since healed. The huge, shining silver-blue tail of an adult merman emerged from the water, and the wings of the divine merman clan had already grown back. The snow-white feathers had gradient silver-blue edges, like burning flames. Wei Feng's skin as a divine merman was much clearer and whiter than when he was a human cultivator. His long silver hair cascaded over his smooth shoulders and then disappeared into the water...
Jiang Gu has never liked birds and fish and has never thought Wei Feng was good-looking, but now he finds that the Divine Kite Shark is indeed very beautiful.
He reached out and lifted Wei Feng's chin, which was submerged in the water, wiped away the small luminous pearl that had slipped off his cheek, and injected some evil energy into it. The divine harpoon in the water transformed into the appearance of a demon-faced ram-horned beast. Its majestic horns had grown in full, seemingly even longer than before, and the originally jet-black demonic markings had become translucent, even its empty white pupils had become clearer.
"Awake?" Jiang Gu met those glassy eyes.
Wei Feng blinked slowly, rested his head wearily in his palm, and hummed in response.
"Say something." Jiang Gu subconsciously pinched his cheek, then froze.
However, Wei Feng did not notice his movements and closed his eyes weakly. "Master, I'm so tired and sleepy."
Although his voice was tired, it was still clear and pleasant to hear, which pleased Jiang Gu. Seeing that he was not fully conscious, she pinched his cheek without any hesitation, "Go to sleep."
Wei Feng obediently rubbed against his palm, transformed into a mermaid, and slowly sank to the bottom of the spiritual spring. After a while, a string of bubbles rose from the bottom of the water.
It must have chosen the form that restores stamina the fastest.
Jiang Gu stood on the shore with his hands behind his back for a while, and after everyone fell asleep, he transformed into a stream of light and left the Spirit Realm.
He is currently at the Great Perfection of Mahayana cultivation, just one step away from the True Immortal realm. However, this step is like an insurmountable chasm for him. He was originally a person with five spiritual roots, but he has now painstakingly transformed them into a person with a golden spiritual root. This is a huge difference from a person born with a single spiritual root. Being able to cultivate to the Mahayana level is already like pulling up seedlings to help them grow. If he wants to break through to the True Immortal realm, he must have a great opportunity and a great chance.
He came to Wangyue not only for Wei Feng, but also to seek this great opportunity that could allow him to break through.
The golden primordial spirit, disguised as light gray by the black jade bracelet, was still poisoned by Jin Yingxiu. The pale golden primordial core slowly circulated within his dantian, with a thick golden spiritual root coiled around it. Beneath the primordial core, the vast sea of consciousness contained only clear water, while the purple mansion above it was a small world a hundred feet in size, containing mountains, rivers, forests, and trees. A small spiritual vein fused from the ground connected to the primordial core, continuously providing it with spiritual power. The original magical treasures and spirit beasts in the small world had all been fed to Wei Feng, leaving only the Crimson Snow Sword. The cracks on it had been nourished and repaired by him during this time, and it was now as good as new.
Jiang Gu completed a full cycle of Qi before slowly opening his eyes.
Now he is truly all alone, but fortunately, the most important things are still there, and Wei Feng has been completely transformed, which makes him feel particularly happy.
Therefore, he was unusually patient when he found the strange man Bai Yi had mentioned.
The hunched old man glared at him irritably, his small mustache twitching as he spoke. "I don't care who introduced you. Without spirit stones and magic treasures, there's no point in talking!"
The sound of blacksmithing behind him was deafening, the dilapidated thatched hut swayed in the wind, and the sign next to it that read "Forging Natal Magic Weapons" was also broken and tattered, emitting a strong smell of rust.
“White Bone Gate, White Archer,” Jiang Gu said patiently.
The old man froze, reached up to pick at his ear, and shouted, "Who!?"
Jiang Gu patiently repeated it again.
The old man's expression shifted rapidly. After struggling with his decision for a while, he turned and went into the house. "Come with me."
Jiang Gu followed him into the dilapidated thatched hut. Once inside, the hut seemed to expand into a completely different world, with the space appearing dozens of times larger. All sorts of weapons and magical artifacts hung on the walls on both sides. The most common were swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks. Of course, there were also uniquely designed magical artifacts such as whips, umbrellas, fans, towers, drums, and hooks. Some were even exquisitely crafted, down to rings, hairpins, and needles and thread. He even saw a modified human hand.
The old man led him to the back room, where seven or eight junior disciples were forging magical artifacts in front of a furnace. The old man said, "I owe Bai Yi a great favor. Since she has used this favor on you, just tell me what kind of natal magic weapon you want. As long as you can tell me, I will definitely make it for you."
“It’s not for my use,” Jiang Gu said. “It’s for my apprentice.”
The old man looked at him with some surprise. "Do you know who I am? Such a good opportunity, with the raw materials and shape to choose from, and you want to make it for your apprentice."
"Please forgive me, senior. My natal magic weapon has been with me for many years, and I have no intention of changing it." Jiang Ke said irritably, "It's just that my disciple's cultivation level is extremely low, and he needs a powerful natal magic weapon to protect him."
The old man gave him an approving look. "Not bad, you have the awareness of a teacher. I, Duan Zhen, like people who are compassionate and righteous, and you are one of them. Especially unlike those bastards who cultivate the path of ruthlessness. Tell me, what kind do you want?"
The scoundrel who cultivated the ruthless path smiled without changing his expression, "My disciple has a volatile temper, loves fierce battles, so the knife should be quite good."
“It seems to be a fire elemental root.” Duan Zhen nodded. “Tell me more about his cultivation aptitude and your requirements.”
Jiang Gu then explained everything in detail.
“In that case, the Mo Dao is the best choice.” Duan Zhen took a nearly ten-foot-long double-edged sword from the wall beside him. The sword had a long hilt and a blade that gleamed with a chilling light. “This sword is bloodthirsty and murderous. Once it recognizes its master, it will be loyal for eternity. If you’re lucky, it can even nurture a sword spirit. What material do you want?”
Jiang Gu calmly replied, "Moon Gazing Black Iron."
"Oh, you know your stuff." Duan Zhen raised an eyebrow.
Jiang Gu smiled faintly, "The child likes it."
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