Chapter 135 Yin-Yang White Bones (Part 5)
The finest magical artifacts possess a spirit, especially offensive magical artifacts such as swords and sabers. Swords are cold and sharp, and the Mo Dao that Wei Feng obtained was particularly violent and extremely difficult to tame.
Jiang Gu listened to the commotion inside the spiritual realm from outside. The two were fighting fiercely, one with a sword, as if they were about to pierce the sky.
Three days later, Wei Feng, dragging his body covered in knife wounds, excitedly emerged from the spiritual realm, "Master, I beat it into submission!"
The long sword behind him hummed, clearly dissatisfied with this explanation, but after being arrogantly glanced at by Wei Feng, it obediently stood behind him.
“This sword has a strong spiritual quality.” Jiang Gu recalled Duan Zhen’s words and reminded him, “It might be possible to nurture a sword spirit in the future.”
Wei Feng's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out and take Jiang Gu's hand, but he stopped just inches away from Jiang Gu's palm. He curled his fingers and smiled, "Does Master's Crimson Snow Sword have a sword spirit?"
“The Crimson Snow Sword’s aptitude is mediocre; it is not yet ready,” Jiang Gu said.
He obtained the Crimson Snow Sword by chance when he was young. It wasn't made of any good material, but it had been with him for many years. Jiang Gu used it most comfortably and never replaced it despite constant repairs.
"Master, where is your sword sheath?" Wei Feng suddenly changed the subject.
Jiang Gu flipped his wrist, and the scabbard of the Crimson Snow Sword appeared in his palm. Wei Feng took it, glanced at the place where the gemstone had been inlaid, and then took out a silver-blue scale and inlaid it into the notch.
The shark scales were extremely hard. Wei Feng used some spiritual power to melt the surrounding protrusions, and the scales fused in seamlessly, as if they were naturally born in the scabbard. The bright silver-blue color was dazzling, yet it inexplicably contrasted with the pure white scabbard.
“It looks better this way.” Wei Feng looked at Jiang Gu with a smile. “Master, this is my most beautiful scale.”
Jiang Gu frowned and reached out to put her hand around his waist.
Wei Feng was stunned for a moment, and then a familiar spiritual power was injected into his dantian, half forcing and half guiding him to transform into a mermaid.
There was a noticeable bloodstain on the merman's waist and abdomen. Jiang Gu's displeasure intensified. He covered the wound with his spiritual power and slowly repaired the bloodstain. He also repaired the visible and hidden injuries that Wei Feng had suffered while fighting with him and subduing the Mo Dao. He then guided Wei Feng back to human form. Only when he saw that the person was clean, beautiful and without any scars did he feel somewhat satisfied.
Wei Feng was held close to him, his waist tucked in, his breathing becoming rapid, and he was somewhat dazed. "Master...Master?"
"Hmm." Jiang Gu pinched his chin and looked him over from left to right. After confirming that there were no other wounds, he let go of him and patted his head like he was petting a small spirit beast. "Go and cultivate."
Wei Feng returned to the Spirit Realm in a daze. His healed wounds were warm, and the waist that Jiang Gu had just held was still faintly hot. He couldn't help but recall Jiang Gu's gesture of touching his head earlier. As he walked forward, he covered his face, only revealing his neck, which was red and almost bleeding.
Does Master even know what he's doing?
It was obvious that Jiang Gu knew.
The day after Wei Feng subdued the Mo Dao, Jiang Gu led his men to the White Bone Palace and took down nearly a hundred mission slips. After that, he personally led Wei Feng into the secret realm.
Although he received many tasks, they were all very targeted and the difficulty increased step by step, which was very suitable for Wei Feng's training, except for one thing - he didn't seem to have considered giving Wei Feng time to rest.
After killing over a thousand low-level spirit beasts, Wei Feng, clutching his Mo Dao, collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted. "Master, I haven't slept for seven days and seven nights."
“You don’t need it.” Jiang Gu held his chin, wiped the blood and grime from his face, and infused him with some spiritual energy. “Continue.”
Wei Feng stared at the handsome face so close to his, swallowed hard, gritted his teeth, and stood up, supporting his weary body, to continue with the next task.
Jiang Gu also accepted mission orders for himself, usually related to Wei Feng's missions, but they were usually extremely difficult. He believed that cultivators could only unleash their potential when they were on the verge of death, and he did not take into account the possibility that they might perish.
After completing his seventieth mission, Wei Feng felt that he had become bloodthirsty. Jiang Gu did not keep an eye on him all the time, but only came out to give him some pointers and save his life a few times when he was about to die. He did not care how badly he was injured or how tired he was from killing.
She was completely different from before she entered the secret realm.
Wei Feng, panting heavily, shifted his gaze from the blood-stained hilt of his sword, squinted at the distant, faintly rumbling lightning, and had a premonition in his heart.
"Prepare to break through." Jiang Gu appeared behind him like a ghost, summoning nine Heaven-Rank magic treasures.
Wei Feng turned his head and saw Jiang Gu, who was covered in blood. He hadn't seen him for more than ten days. "...Master."
"Are you injured?" Jiang Gu skillfully gripped the back of his neck and channeled his spiritual energy, circulating it through his meridians and dantian as if it were his own territory. Then, without further ado, he began to heal his injuries.
Wei Feng was forced to lower his head as Jiang Gu pressed down on the back of his neck. He stared at Jiang Gu's pale neck, exhaled a breath of stale air, pressed his cheek against it, and said in a hoarse voice, "Tired."
"Get a good night's sleep after you break through." Jiang Gu's voice was indifferent as he prepared to heal his injuries before the tribulation lightning arrived.
Wei Feng leaned slightly against his shoulder, a slight hunch in his back, and smiled. "Okay."
His master now treats him like an object, imparting all his knowledge to both his disciple and his spirit pet without any reservations—not because Jiang Gu trusts him, but because Jiang Gu has tampered with his Yuan Dan.
However, he didn't ask, and Jiang Gu didn't mention it either, so the two of them tacitly ignored the matter.
Wei Feng closed his eyes wearily, reached out and put his arm around Jiang Gu's waist, pulled him into his arms and took a deep breath, "How about we sleep for a couple of days, Master?"
“Three hours will suffice.” Jiang Gu was always very strict with him when it came to cultivation.
Knowing he couldn't negotiate the price, Wei Feng gave him a hard kiss on the shoulder through the thin fabric.
Jiang Gu felt a weight on his shoulder, but Wei Feng had already raised his head and said with a grin, "Master, I'm going to meet that tribulation lightning."
Jiang Gu nodded, "We must not act rashly."
Although Wei Feng spoke lightly, this tribulation lightning was not to be underestimated. As soon as Jiang Gu left the range of the tribulation lightning, a bolt of purplish-black lightning shot straight towards Wei Feng, with the posture of striking him to death.
This clearly shows how much Heaven despised him.
Jiang Gu didn't go too far. He knew that Wei Feng was about to break through, so he deliberately chose a low-level and remote secret realm to avoid running into those who specialize in dealing with cultivators undergoing tribulation.
Nine Heavenly Rank magic treasures barely managed to block half of the lightning tribulation. Seeing this, Jiang Gu continuously added more Heavenly Rank magic treasures outside the formation. When he had used up all the magic treasures in his hands, the lightning tribulation finally struck Wei Feng.
After the blinding white light passed, the charred humanoid figure barely moved.
Jiang Gu breathed a sigh of relief. After waiting for a long time, the second lightning tribulation did not occur. The thunderclouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the tribulation was considered over.
Wei Feng struggled to his feet and grinned at Jiang Gu, who had rushed over. "Master, Qi Refining Level 1."
"..." Although he knew that this was the most likely outcome, as a master, Jiang Gu still couldn't help but look forward to it, hoping that after the Yuan-Changing Pill, he could form a Core or even a Nascent Soul in one tribulation.
"Not bad." He washed Wei Feng, changed his clothes, and prepared to pick him up.
"Master, Master, wait!" Wei Feng was naturally unwilling, and struggled a few times with his face flushed red. "I can walk by myself."
Jiang Gu stared at him for a moment, then let go of his hand.
Wei Feng awkwardly tugged at his clothes, his ears burning red, and grabbed Jiang Gu's hand for support as he stood up.
Jiang Gu suddenly realized that this brat must have grown up and developed a sense of self-respect, and now he knew how to be shameful.
Although Wei Feng was concerned about his reputation, he still held his hand tightly. "Master, let's find a place to heal first."
He had smelled the strong stench of blood on Jiang Gu from the moment he arrived. The smell of blood was entirely Jiang Gu's own. Wei Feng didn't know what Jiang Gu had encountered in this remote, low-level secret realm that had caused him to suffer such severe injuries.
Half an hour later, a temporary cave dwelling was created.
Wei Feng carefully removed Jiang Gu's outer garment. His breath hitched slightly as a ferocious and terrifying claw pierced straight through Jiang Gu's waist and abdomen. The claw was severed at the waist, with its sharp nails protruding from behind. A few hemostatic talismans were hastily and roughly pasted on it, and then no further treatment was done.
Even under these circumstances, Jiang Gu was still outside protecting him and setting up the formation, relentlessly summoning dozens of Heaven-Rank magic treasures, and even trying to carry him back in the end...
Wei Feng couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart. He pursed his lips, but still couldn't help but tear up.
He was already injured like this. If he hadn't been so persistent in pestering Jiang Gu to check his injuries, Jiang Gu probably would have already put him in the Spirit Realm and found a random place to heal himself before continuing down to the Secret Realm.
Jiang Gu was getting a little impatient with his gaze. "It's just an external injury. If you're not going to sleep, go cultivate."
"I'll help you." Wei Feng forced back his tears, gathering a layer of spiritual power in his hand and covering the protruding claw, but he hesitated to pull it out.
Jiang Gu grabbed his hand and yanked the claw, blood and flesh, out of his abdomen. With his other hand, he cast a healing spell and earnestly instructed, "In this situation, don't rush to heal. Stop the bleeding first. After the battle, expel the evil energy. If your dantian isn't injured, cast a small healing spell to circulate your dantian energy. If your dantian is injured, use your primordial spirit to circulate your dantian energy. Only treat the external injuries after your dantian has healed. Do you understand?"
Wei Feng gripped the bloodied claw, tightened his jaw, and nodded. "I understand, Master."
Jiang Gu only showed him the injury to teach him how to deal with it. Seeing that he remembered, he gathered his clothes up and was about to tell him to get lost when he heard him ask, "Does it hurt?"
"It's alright." It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt, Jiang Gu didn't hide it, although his expression was indifferent and calm, and he didn't care about these injuries at all.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Feng suddenly leaned over and covered his eyes. Huge wings suddenly closed from behind him, enveloping the two of them in a warm darkness.
"What—" Before Jiang Gu could finish his question, his clothes were suddenly ripped open by something, and a warm, damp sensation came from the wound on his abdomen.
He should have kicked the man away, but a cool spiritual energy flowed into his pierced waist and abdomen. A layer of dark primordial spirit vaguely enveloped his primordial spirit, cautiously and restrainedly sticking to him. The wound began to grow flesh and blood rapidly. By the time Jiang Gu came to his senses, Wei Feng's primordial spirit had already vanished without a trace.
Wei Feng's breath was very close to his, trembling slightly. "Master, I'm returning to the Spirit Realm."
The darkness before his eyes suddenly dissipated, leaving only Jiang Gu alone in the simple cave, surrounded by a warm, faint fragrance.
A feather drifted down from mid-air and landed among the messy folds of the clothes.
Jiang Gu looked at the wound on his waist and abdomen that had already healed and slowly frowned.
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