Chapter 22 Yanghua Cloud Sea (Part 9)
"Young master, it's past 5 a.m.," Xia Ling's voice was like a death knell.
Wei Feng opened his eyes with difficulty, then slowly closed them, letting out a long sigh before falling silent.
Xia Ling shook his arm helplessly, "Young Master, it's Mao Shi (5-7 AM), you should get up and go to class."
Wei Feng's eyelashes fluttered, but he couldn't open his eyes at all.
Upon seeing this, Xia Ling said, "Elder Jiang has arrived."
The person who had been sleeping soundly suddenly sat up in bed, their tired voice tinged with surprise, "Master is here again?"
Xia Ling hesitated, looking at the wound on his shoulder. "Young Master, how did you get injured again? There are so many healing pills in the room, why use a hemostatic talisman?"
"I was too tired yesterday to get up and get it." Wei Feng yawned. His shoulder, which had been crushed by that old pervert last night, didn't hurt much. He reasonably guessed that it was because of the Mermaid Iris's powerful healing ability.
But with a bloody hole on each shoulder, especially the one on the right where that old pervert twisted his sword inside the wound, Wei Feng still felt a chill run down his spine just thinking about it.
Xia Ling hurriedly bandaged his wound, feeling a pang of pity, and said, "Although Elder Jiang is your master, he shouldn't treat you like this. How is he any different from those other people?"
"It wasn't my master who hurt him!" Wei Feng immediately became agitated upon hearing this, snatching the clothes from Xia Ling's hands and angrily saying, "It was that old man—"
He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly remembered that the old pervert was hiding somewhere and might be watching him right now. So he changed the subject, "I hurt myself by accident, so don't you dare say anything bad about my master!"
Xia Ling was startled by him, and said helplessly, "Okay, okay, I was just guessing."
"Have you dealt with those maids?" Wei Feng asked. "Send them back to where they came from. At most, give them some more spirit stones."
“They’ve all been dismissed,” Xia Ling said. “With Elder Jiang’s name on their side, no one dares to say anything.”
Wei Feng's mood instantly improved. He hurriedly dressed and walked outside. When he saw that familiar hem of clothing, his heart soared, and the pain and fatigue all over his body miraculously disappeared. "Master!"
Jiang Gu was casually flipping through the storybook he had left on the table when he heard this and looked up at him.
Those must have been extremely beautiful eyes, yet they were concealed by coldness and indifference, making it impossible to discern any emotion.
Wei Feng was overjoyed. He even sensed a hint of concern in Jiang Gu's gaze, which gave him an urge to reveal his identity as the Divine Kite Shark and the story of that old pervert.
Master will definitely protect him.
'The Jiang family is also searching for the Divine Kite Shark. What do you think Jiang Gu will choose?'
That hoarse voice was like a bucket of cold water poured on his burning heart, leaving only a sour pain and panic.
"Master!" He stood in front of Jiang Gu with a smile and respectfully performed the disciple's salute. However, no matter how much he tried to restrain himself, his eyes were still full of fervor and dependence when he looked at Jiang Gu.
Jiang Gu was in a bad mood.
He tried many methods but failed to remove the shark venom from his neck. In fact, it seemed to be getting worse. He had suffered countless injuries, but this was the first time he had been injured by a mere Qi Refining stage bastard.
Wei Feng obediently stayed close to him, "Master, what are we learning today?"
Fifteen minutes later, Wei Feng looked at the thick stacks of books on the table and swallowed hard.
“These are the basic cultivation techniques, and those are the most basic talismans and formations.” Jiang Gu, considering his tendency to give up easily, didn’t give a definitive answer. “Take as much as you can today.”
Wei Feng hesitated, but finally sat down at the desk under his indifferent gaze.
Jiang Gu didn't leave, but sat down next to him and started reading. However, he was reading ancient books about the Divine Kite Shark. Although Wei Feng had the characteristics of the Divine Kite Shark and had grown a Heart-Protecting Scale and a Fire-Separating Pill, Jiang Gu still felt something was wrong when he examined his dantian spiritual root. Whether it was the Kite Bird Clan or the Mermaid Clan, their cultivation methods were different from those of the human race, so they naturally wouldn't have the so-called dantian spiritual root. But Wei Feng not only had it, but his aptitude was also quite good.
Because of the long period of neglect, his two spiritual roots were very weak, and his dantian and sea of consciousness were also ruined because he ate pills indiscriminately.
The book records many antidotes to the mermaid poison, the same ones Jiang Gu knew, but none of them could cure Wei Feng's mermaid poison.
So he turned to look at the records of the kite bird clan.
Wei Feng had been engrossed in reading for half an hour when drowsiness began to overwhelm him. He had only slept for two hours the night before. The words on the book began to blur, twist, and tangle together. He could vaguely hear birds chirping outside the window, but his consciousness had already fallen into chaos, and he even had a brief dream.
"Wei Feng." Jiang Gu's voice rang in his ears.
Wei Feng suddenly raised his head and blinked hard at his sore eyes. "Master."
"What are you doing?" Jiang Gu reached out and picked up his book.
Wei Feng asked somewhat guiltily, "Reading...reading a book?"
He didn't know how long he had slept. He quietly looked up at Jiang Gu's face, thinking that he would scold him sternly like the elders. He straightened his back nervously.
“The reason why a cultivation technique is called a cultivation technique is because cultivators use it to cultivate.” Jiang Gu looked down at him. “If you read books like this for a hundred years, it will be of no use.”
Wei Feng stared blankly at him, then suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment. He asked uncertainly, "Master means... to cultivate while watching?"
But when the elders in the sect taught them, it seemed that they would first have them memorize the material before they started practicing.
"Let your body remember it, not your eyes." Jiang Gu's instruction was simple and direct. "I will check the first three books in an hour."
Wei Feng thought he had misheard. "Master, you mean the first three?"
"The first three books," Jiang Gu coldly corrected him. "Let's begin."
Wei Feng wanted to bargain with him, but Jiang Gu sat down and continued reading after he finished speaking. Moreover, he read very quickly and with great concentration. Wei Feng felt a strange sensation, as if... he was keeping him company.
This idea immediately energized him, forcing himself to stumble and struggle through the most basic laws of spiritual energy circulation. However, he didn't know why his energy would always stagnate and get blocked at certain points. The smoothest point was actually the shoulder that the old pervert had crushed the night before.
He had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but the burning incense reminded him that he didn't have much time left, so he could only continue practicing in silence.
An hour passed quickly. Jiang Gu really did check. He even attacked Wei Feng based on the uses of each technique. After several rounds, even Wei Feng, who had a bad memory, had learned most of it.
"Master, I can actually use it!" Wei Feng looked excitedly at the spiritual energy that had condensed in his palm, no longer dissipating at the slightest touch. He was overjoyed and felt a great sense of accomplishment, believing that he could establish his foundation the next day.
These are just the most basic techniques; even a seven- or eight-year-old child wouldn't need more than two hours to learn them.
But Jiang Gu didn't discourage him. Last time, he was too hasty and almost scared Wei Feng away. This time, he planned to patiently boil the frog in lukewarm water and first gain Wei Feng's trust and reliance.
By then, no matter how strict he is, Wei Feng will no longer even have the thought of escaping.
"Not bad." Jiang Gu nodded. "Continue."
Wei Feng grinned at him, nodded vigorously, and continued to bury himself in his book and practice.
Jiang Gu's gaze fell on the book, and a line of small print caught his attention: 'Kite saliva, highly poisonous; blood from the wing root can be used as an antidote.'
Jiang Gu looked at Wei Feng in front of the desk. He was frowning and deep in thought. The boy's thin shoulders were wrapped in his disciple's robe, and the slight protrusion behind his shoulder blades could be vaguely seen.
Perhaps he wasn't poisoned by merfolk.
Meanwhile, the prey he had his eye on remained completely unaware, openly exposing all its vulnerable spots for anyone to scrutinize.
The Fire-Separating Pill is not yet mature, and the wings have not yet grown. Taking blood from the wing roots at this time might affect the Fire-Separating Pill—but so what? He's in a bad mood today, so someone has to suffer.
This ancient book is very old, and the next page is stuck to this page. Just as Jiang Gu was about to separate them, Wei Feng suddenly ran over with his fist clenched.
"Master, look!" Wei Feng mysteriously placed his fist in front of him and smiled as he opened his palm.
puff.
After a slight sound, a small firework exploded in Wei Feng's hand, and colorful spiritual energy turned into specks of light that drifted in the air. His bright and clear eyes were filled with laughter.
Jiang Gu looked at him expressionlessly: "..."
"Isn't it good-looking, Master?" Wei Feng pursed his lips, a little at a loss, seeing that he wasn't smiling. His slightly drooping eyes also lost their smile.
"It's beautiful." Jiang Gu twitched the corner of his mouth, losing all interest in continuing to study the ancient book.
He wanted to twist Wei Feng's head off to see what was inside.
Perhaps sensing that he didn't like it, Wei Feng felt a little embarrassed and sat back down at his desk to continue reading. Occasionally, when he came across a fun little spell, he didn't dare to show it off in front of him. He would only secretly glance at him after completing some more difficult techniques. If Jiang Gu said it was good, he would be happy for a long time.
Before we knew it, the incense had burned to its last bit.
"That's all for today." Jiang Gu put down the book in his hand.
It was already getting dark outside the window. Wei Feng glanced outside and mustered up his courage to say, "Master, you come here every day and it must be very tiring. There are many rooms here, why don't you stay here?"
"No need," Jiang Gu refused him and disappeared again.
It was as if they had finally completed some necessary task.
Wei Feng shook his head, trying to banish the thought from his mind. His master had been teaching him so patiently and gently, yet he still had this misconception; it was really wrong of him.
He hurriedly swallowed a few fasting pills, picked out a few handy magical treasures from the room, and flew straight to the back mountain on his sword.
He refused to believe that with so many magic arrays in the back mountain of Yanghua Sect, he could hide and still be found by that old pervert.
The back mountain of Yanghua Sect is home to many spirit beasts, some of which are ferocious and irritable. When Wei Feng was young, he accidentally wandered into the mountain many times and survived by sheer luck. Even as he grew up, he couldn't suppress his reckless heart and often came to hunt with Xuan Zhiyan. He knew exactly where the formations were inside.
Thinking of this, Wei Feng felt indignant. He had been so scared last night that he hadn't even thought of such a perfect hiding place.
Flying on a sword is much faster than taking a flying boat. Wei Feng originally wanted to find a cave dug out by a spirit beast, but when he saw the nest on the cliff, he suddenly changed his mind.
He actually found the nests made of hay to be very...comfortable.
Are you crazy?!
Wei Feng couldn't help but scratch his itchy shoulder blade, then remembered what that old pervert had said about growing wings, and hissed in disgust.
Becoming a slippery, fishy fish is one thing, but becoming a bird with two big wings that sheds feathers every day is really hard to bear.
Despite his thoughts, he eventually found an abandoned bird's nest on a cliff and nestled inside.
At first, he tried to stay awake, but after reading too many books and practicing too many techniques today, his eyelids drooped after only a few breaths.
In a lake not far from the bird's nest, a robust merman slowly rose to the surface. He closed his eyes, sniffing the air, precisely detecting the scent of the Divine Kite Merman, and mumbled indistinctly in merman language, "Young Master... Transform into a kite..."
He leaped out of the water, his white shark tail transforming into human legs, and flew towards the stone wall where Wei Feng was.
Unfortunately, someone was faster than him.
Jiang Gu stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the sleeping Wei Feng.
Wei Feng chose a dilapidated bird's nest and huddled in the corner, his posture resembling an infant curled up in its mother's womb. A pair of fluffy wings had grown from his back. The wings were very small, about the length of an adult's forearm, and were obviously not fully developed. The white feathers were edged with a very faint silver-blue ring, like a burning flame.
It's a kind of ugly, incongruous thing.
Jiang Gu couldn't hide the disgust in his eyes. He was pondering whether to twist off the wings or cut them off with a dagger when suddenly a strange fishy smell wafted over.
In a flash, Jiang Gu scooped up the still-sleeping Wei Feng and used his longsword to block the opponent's sharp claws.
"Young Master...give it back to me!" The other person was extremely tall, with long, curly black hair cascading down his back. He had deep-set features and grayish-white eyes, staring at Jiang Gu with resentment.
It was the merman from the deep pool of the Chaolong Secret Realm, whose name seemed to be Qingdu. Jiang Gu thought he was long dead, but he didn't expect him to still be alive.
Jiang Gu held Wei Feng in one arm, his palm resting on the base of the wings, where the downy feathers were soft and sensitive. Wei Feng, fast asleep, unconsciously twitched.
It didn't wake up even after such a loud noise, it must be exhausted.
Jiang Gu pinched Wei Feng's wing root with a mischievous grin, causing the person being held to tremble again. He looked at Qing Du expressionlessly, "He is mine."
"Don't touch it! Young Master! Wings!" Qingdu was furious and pounced on Jiang Gu.
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