Chapter 192 Misty Rain Pavilion (Twenty)
Wei Feng didn't know where they had fallen. He carried Jiang Gu for a long time before finding a relatively secluded cave. Following Jiang Gu's instructions, he found many red fruits, squeezed out the juice, and dripped it onto the concealment talismans. Seeing that the talismans faintly emitted a light of spiritual power, he then pasted the talismans around the cave.
The cave wasn't very big. To be safe, he deliberately avoided the caves where spirit beasts lived. This recessed cave entrance looked more like it had been eroded naturally. The inside wasn't very clean either. Underneath the piles of dead branches and leaves, there were bound to be insects, snakes, rats, and ants. Some of these creatures were attracted by the smell of blood on them and were eager to rush up and get a share of the loot.
Wei Feng held Jiang Gu without putting him down. He placed a concealment talisman on each of them, took a sword from his storage bag, cleaned up the insects and snakes, and tidied up the cave. Even after doing all this, he still felt it wasn't enough. He took off his relatively clean undergarment and placed it on the ground before carefully putting Jiang Gu down.
Jiang Gu's breathing remained weak. Wei Feng, finding the stone wall uncomfortable, took advantage of his master's unconscious state and used himself as a pillow to let him lean against him. The wounds on his body after the ghost patterns were severed began to hurt belatedly, and the pain of his primordial spirit being torn apart in his heart seemed to be magnified infinitely. However, his face remained expressionless as he stared intently at the person in his arms, feeding Jiang Gu a pill every now and then.
With limited pills available, he planned to save them all for Jiang Gu as much as possible. Apart from the first pill that failed to pass through, he hadn't taken any more, but even so, the effect was minimal.
Jiang Gu's face was deathly pale, his face and neck were covered with wounds, and his brows were tightly furrowed. Even in such a state, he did not show the slightest weakness. He exuded a cold and fierce aura that kept strangers at bay. But no matter how Wei Feng looked at him, he felt heartache and his chest was filled with bittersweet joy. If they hadn't both been seriously injured, he might never have had the chance to hold Jiang Gu so closely for so long in his life.
"Master? Master?" He called out to Jiang Gu in a low voice, trying to wake him up. Although Jiang Gu had a strong will, if he fell into a deep sleep while seriously injured, he might never wake up again.
Jiang Gu opened his eyes with difficulty and saw the fiery red sunset outside the cave and the haphazardly pasted concealment talismans swaying at the cave entrance.
Without any spiritual energy to protect him, Jiang Gu felt the bone-chilling cold of the mountains for the first time in a long time. The only source of warmth was his back, but the two hands that Wei Feng was holding around his waist were also frighteningly cold.
Seeing that he was awake, Wei Feng breathed a sigh of relief and hugged him even tighter. "Master, don't fall asleep again. Let's talk."
Jiang Gu closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Go outside and gather some firewood. Don't go too far."
"Dry wood?" Wei Feng looked down at him blankly, then his eyes suddenly lit up. "That's right, how come I didn't think of that!"
He had been pampered since childhood and had never experienced the life of an ordinary person. Even when he was in Wangyue, he was being tormented in various ways. Over time, he lost the awareness of seeking warmth, so it was understandable that his mind was not quite clear for a while.
Wei Feng made excuses for himself, reluctantly letting go of Jiang Gu, and walked out of the cave with several glances back. "Master, I'll be back soon."
"Don't go too far," Jiang Gu instructed him. "Take a knife."
Wei Feng took two swords out of his storage bag. "Master, are these swords alright?"
"..." Jiang Gu said expressionlessly, "Try using a soft sword to chop wood without spiritual power."
Wei Feng's face flushed instantly. He searched his storage bag for a long time before finally finding a broadsword. Seeing Jiang Gu nod, he picked up the sword and walked out of the cave, his ears still red when he left.
After he left, Jiang Gu closed his eyes again. He listened to the chirping of insects and footsteps outside for a long time before letting out a soft chuckle.
idiot.
Wei Feng was worried about Jiang Gu being alone, so he returned quickly. He didn't bring back much firewood, just enough to last one night. He was only wearing his outer garment, which was torn by tree branches, revealing a large expanse of his dazzlingly white chest. As he squatted down, Jiang Gu caught a glimpse of his knees, which he had covered with the hem of his garment. It looked like he had fallen, as there was mud on the bloodstains.
"Master, can the juice of this fruit be used to light a fire starter?" He took out a handful of bright red fruit from his bosom, along with a stack of fire starter talismans, and looked at Jiang Gu with his inquisitive and clear eyes.
“…No.” Jiang Gu sighed, a rare occurrence. “Come here, I’ll teach you.”
Wei Feng immediately stood up, took a long stride and arrived in front of him, squatted down and looked at him expectantly, and handed him the fire-starting talismans.
Jiang Gu raised his arm with some effort, picked up the three fire-starting talismans, and slowly folded them into a connected triangle. Then he rubbed them hard, and a small flame emerged from between the talismans.
Wei Feng looked at him with admiration, his bright eyes reflecting the vibrant flame. "Amazing!"
Jiang Gu really didn't understand what was so praiseworthy about it; it was just a low-level trick he had come up with when he was desperate. He handed the ignition talisman to Wei Feng and said, "Light it."
Wei Feng obediently took the firewood and lit it, but some of the firewood he had found was wet. It took him a lot of effort to get it burning, and he was choked and coughed. After the initial smoke cleared, he looked up at Jiang Gu with a soot-covered face and smiled, "Master, it's lit."
The sky outside had completely darkened, and the howls of beasts filled the air. A chilly evening wind rushed into the cave, and the firelight illuminated most of the cave in a bright red glow. Wei Feng stood at the cave entrance, his back chilled by the wind, but he didn't move. He added firewood while grinning foolishly at Jiang Gu.
"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Gu asked through the firelight.
Aside from the first few years after he left the far south, he had rarely experienced such a desperate situation. He was so badly injured that his spiritual energy was depleted and he could not heal. Even ordinary nights became so long. Even though he could close his eyes to rest, the presence of another person in the cave was too strong. He did not understand why he could still laugh under such circumstances.
“It seems like you’ve never looked at me like this before,” Wei Feng said with a grin. “When we’re resting, you’re either cultivating or lecturing me. You never talk to me or even look at me properly.”
“A waste of time,” Jiang Gu said coldly.
“How can it be a waste of time?” Wei Feng asked, puzzled. “I am your only personal disciple. If you establish your own sect, I will be the founding disciple and can inherit the sect leader’s seal when you ascend to immortality.”
Jiang Gu scoffed: "You?"
“I’m very capable,” Wei Feng retorted softly.
"A good-for-nothing who can't even chop firewood." Jiang Gu ruthlessly belittled him.
"I—I was just rusty. If I had spiritual power, I could sweep through this forest without any problem," Wei Feng argued. "I lit them all to keep you warm."
"..." Jiang Gu looked at him with a complicated expression.
Wei Feng belatedly realized what a foolish thing he had said. Stared at by Jiang Gu's cold eyes, he blushed uncontrollably, his eyes filled with embarrassment and regret. If they had spiritual power, they wouldn't need to keep warm.
Seeing his flushed face, Jiang Gu subtly curled the corners of her lips, noticing that his lips were white from the cold, and asked, "Are you cold?"
"It's not cold." Wei Feng sniffed, then held his hand close to the fire to warm it, saying without changing his expression, "It's quite warm."
This clumsy little scheme naturally did not escape Jiang Gu's notice. He rummaged through his storage bag and pulled out a relatively intact blanket-shaped magical artifact, which he then tossed to Wei Feng.
Wei Feng took the blanket and said, "No need, Master, you can use it."
“This is a wind-type magical artifact. It can’t provide warmth, but it can block the wind. Although it has no spiritual power, it’s better than nothing,” Jiang Gu said. “Place it at the cave entrance.”
"Oh." Wei Feng awkwardly touched his nose, took out a few daggers from his storage bag, and nailed the blanket to the not-too-large hole. Although it didn't completely block it, it was quite effective. The hole instantly became much warmer. However, if others saw the two of them wasting a Heaven-Rank magic treasure like this, they would probably be so angry that they would draw their swords to attack.
"Although you can't use your spiritual power, your ghost markings rely on your primordial spirit, so they should recover faster. If you have nothing to do, you can try meditating with your primordial spirit." After saying this, Jiang Gu felt extremely tired and closed his eyes again.
The rustling of footsteps and the sound of fabric rubbing together echoed in the cave. Then the sounds stopped beside him. He opened his eyes and saw Wei Feng carefully bending his knees to sit down next to him. When Wei Feng saw him open his eyes, he looked like a thief caught red-handed and lost his footing, falling straight towards him.
Jiang Gu reached out to help him, but Wei Feng moved even faster. He stretched out his long arm and braced himself against the stone wall behind Jiang Gu, then slammed his knee into the ground, pressing down on Jiang Gu's clothes. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his master was already seriously injured and difficult to heal. If he were hit by Wei Feng again, his body would probably be shattered.
However, before he could finish catching his breath, he realized that the position was a bit too ambiguous. Jiang Gu was sitting and leaning against the stone wall, with both of his arms on either side of the other's ears, almost trapping him in his arms. Moreover, they were so close that their breaths were intertwined, and he could even see the fine beads of sweat on the tip of Jiang Gu's nose.
His gaze slowly moved upwards, staring directly into Jiang Gu's eyes. He swallowed hard, his ears burning as if they were being roasted by flames.
Jiang Gu's voice remained indifferent. "Get up."
His breath sprayed on his face, and Wei Feng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he stammered, "My knee... my knee hurts, I can't feel it."
Jiang Gu lowered his eyes, and the hand that had been pressing against his chest fell down to cover the outside of his thigh. He pressed hard with his thumb, moving it down his thigh all the way to the back of his knee. With a sudden force, Wei Feng almost let out a howl.
"Is it ready?" Consultant Jiang asked.
Wei Feng's arms, which were supporting him on either side of his ear, were trembling slightly. He took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice, "...Okay."
It wasn't just better; he felt like Jiang Gu was about to break his bones. His master was indeed skilled in body cultivation; even with serious injuries, he still had such great strength.
"Get up when you're done." That last kick had exhausted all his strength, and he didn't have the power to kick Wei Feng away.
Wei Feng slowly got up, but sat down beside him reluctantly. He stared at the leaping flames for a long time before tentatively asking, "Master, do you think that if we communicated spiritually, we could recover faster?"
He dared to swear to the heavens that he truly only wanted to heal his injuries as quickly as possible, given the numerous people chasing them outside and the dire situation they faced.
Jiang Gu ruthlessly shattered his illusions, "How can we communicate spiritually when we can't even open our sea of consciousness?"
Wei Feng choked, lowered his head in frustration, and after a moment he quietly turned his head to look at Jiang Gu out of the corner of his eye, but suddenly met Jiang Gu's scrutinizing gaze. His eyes darted away in a flustered manner, and then he raised his head to meet Jiang Gu's gaze with a straight face, "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just thinking of a way."
It was his master who taught him that as long as he could survive, he had to use any means necessary. What did it matter if they communicated spiritually? It wasn't like it was their first time communicating spiritually.
Jiang Gu chuckled.
Wei Feng was embarrassed and annoyed by his laughter. His neck turned bright red, and he turned his head away, staring sullenly at the flame, refusing to pay any attention to him.
Jiang Gu closed his eyes in a pleasant mood and rested.
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