Chapter 230 Red Kite Seeks Jade (Part 4)
Wei Feng looked at Song Shijun expressionlessly and said in a deep voice, "So you've been hiding in the Mirror Flower Scroll all these years?"
With his primordial spirit controlled by Wei Feng, Song Shijun had no choice but to answer his question: "The Mirror Flower Scroll contains the remnant souls of many powerful cultivators, including several former Jade Steps... Xiao Qingyan is a body created by Xiao Dan himself, but his inner soul and dantian are intact, not much different from a real Jade Step. This artifact can not only connect to Chen Yao, but also nourish the primordial spirit. At that time, my soul and spirit were damaged, so I naturally needed to find a place to recover quickly. The most dangerous place is the safest, and it is most suitable to be right under your noses."
Wei Feng's face was ashen, his emotions unreadable.
Song Shijun laughed and said, "But that was only under the condition that Xiao Qingyan still had a remnant soul. I heard that you have been looking for Jiang Gu. Do you want to revive him? Do you have his remnant soul? But at that time, he forcibly drew divine power into his sea of consciousness, so the possibility that his soul is still there is almost non-existent. With your current cultivation level, you should understand this. Why deceive yourself?"
He spoke with a smile, each word precisely hitting Wei Feng's sore spot. He observed Wei Feng as if by chance and continued, "Jiang Gu did so much for you back then, even risking his life. He had already said that he loved you deeply. Now that he is dead, you are in great pain. Why not try the Mirror Flower Scroll?"
Wei Feng stared at him for a long time, a slight smile curving his lips: "He loves me deeply?"
As Song Shijun watched the crimson in his eyes grow even more intense, the spiritual energy behind him circulated even faster—Wei Feng's Dao heart was currently teetering on the brink of collapse, but his cultivation was extremely high, making it the perfect opportunity for him to seize the body. If he could just add a little more fuel to guide him into a state of demonic possession, then both the cultivation and the body would be his.
Song Shijun suppressed the barely concealed excitement in his heart, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt. Wei Feng was merely a fool of the Six Desires Path, his mind filled only with love and affection. It was a waste of his cultivation. If he successfully possessed Wei Feng's body—Song Shijun quickened the spell array in his hands to bewitch him. Wei Feng's smile deepened, and he murmured, "Jiang Gu loves me deeply..."
"Now!" Song Shijun suddenly broke free from the surrounding restraints and rushed towards his brow. Just as he was about to enter, a slender hand grabbed him, and invisible ghostly patterns pierced his dantian, beginning to search his soul in reverse. He said in disbelief, "You were clearly already under my Yinghuo Formation, how could you—"
“Jiang Gu wouldn’t say such a thing.” Wei Feng calmly pulled his primordial spirit off, slowly searching through the memories within it, and smirked, “But he did love me very much.”
Forget about love, Jiang Gu has never even said he likes him. When Jiang Gu speaks, he either lectures him or orders him. There's no chance of them having a heart-to-heart talk or expressing their feelings. The only conversation between the two of them that can be considered casual was when they were fleeing from the Floating Spring Temple and had lost all their cultivation. Apart from that, most of the time it was him nagging and pestering him, while Jiang Gu would give him perfunctory replies with few words, and finally interrupt him impatiently and tell him to go back to cultivation.
As Wei Feng searched through Song Shijun's memories, he thought about his past interactions with Jiang Gu. He discovered that cultivation and escape occupied most of their time. As for the few times they had spiritual exchanges, Jiang Gu hadn't even spared him a glance or a sound... However, Wei Feng was not discouraged. On the contrary, he became more and more satisfied. He never expected that Jiang Gu, who regarded cultivation as his life, would show any emotion. But everything Jiang Gu did showed that he cared about him.
His six desires and moral compass were more stable than ever before.
Wei Feng cursed Song Shijun and those cultivators as idiots in his heart, but finally found something useful in Song Shijun's vast memories.
"What is the Void Seal?" he asked.
Song Shijun's primordial spirit was now completely under his control, and he answered truthfully: "The Void Seal is used by cultivators after breaking through to the Great Luo Realm. Their primordial spirit can break through the physical world and enter the void through the Void Seal. There are no spatial or temporal restrictions within it, and cultivators' primordial spirits can enter it to cultivate... Different Dao Hearts open up different voids, and those with strong cultivation can forcibly enter other people's voids to devour their primordial spirits..."
After explaining, he added, "Normal cultivators can sense their own void once they break through to the Great Luo Realm."
"..." Wei Feng had no idea that such a thing existed.
“The Mirror Flower Scroll is essentially a time-related entity connected to the void. Xiao Dan used it to distort space, forcibly connecting the water veins, and the remnant souls can survive longer in the void,” Song Shijun said.
Wei Feng frowned: "How can one cultivate the Void Seal?"
"The Void Seal is born in the heart of a cultivator, and can be activated once the cultivation level is reached."
"..." Wei Feng fell silent, and the light in his eyes slowly faded.
He has no heart.
The heart of this body has been refined into the Trial Realm. He forcibly split the ten realms before, and when the divine power surged, the ten realms had long since dissipated. The heart of the monster from a thousand years ago has always been in Jiang Gu's hands. He has never paid attention to it, and it has probably been lost along with Jiang Gu's primordial spirit... Wei Feng frowned. Although everyone thought Jiang Gu was dead, he had imagined it countless times when he was calm, and the conclusion he came to was that Jiang Gu would not die.
His master always puts profit first. Jiang Gu would not sacrifice himself to save others, not even for Wei Feng. Moreover, even if Xiao Dan had won, Jiang Gu could have escaped with him. It was far from a life-or-death struggle. For Jiang Gu to make such a risky decision, there must be something to gain.
Wei Feng placed his hand on his empty chest, and his spiritual energy began to slowly probe. The Crimson Snow Sword, the Ink Jade Bracelet, the Wristband, the Dharma Robe, the Mirror Flower Scroll... Jiang Gu must have left clues.
A very subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy suddenly emanated from the Purple Mansion.
Wei Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and his primordial spirit rushed into the Purple Mansion.
Jiang Gu's body remained peacefully asleep, but something felt wrong. In the quiet room, his breathing was mixed with other sounds, faint and subtle, yet they made his empty heart begin to burn.
Thump—thump—
Perhaps it was the thought of finding his heart that made Wei Feng seem to hear his own heart beating. A long-lost restlessness swept through his blood. He stared intently at Jiang Gu's body, his eyes filled with astonishment.
While telling himself that the guess was absurd, he uncontrollably knelt down by the bed, slowly reaching out and placing his hand on Jiang Gu's chest.
The heartbeat in his ear suddenly quickened. As he raised his hand, a heart, red to black, emerged from Jiang Gu's chest, still entwined with viscous, pitch-black ghostly patterns. The heart was carefully covered by golden spiritual energy, and countless small arrays continued to operate smoothly and orderly. The heartbeat was steady and powerful. The resentment and evil energy that had accumulated from the heart's long suppression had been refined and completely dissipated. Even though Wei Feng was now extremely close to the heart, he did not experience any violent or agitated emotions, nor was he controlled by it...
Wei Feng stared intently at Jiang Gu, his lips moving slightly. Back then, Jiang Gu had already exhausted all his strength by spending three thousand years of his lifespan, but now he discovered that Jiang Gu had actually kept his heart inside his body.
After leaving the Floating Spring Temple, every move Jiang Gu made, every breath he took, and even when he was running for his life, was using his own flesh and blood and spiritual power to nourish his heart and consume the evil energy that had accumulated over the years. And when he looked at Jiang Gu, his heart was beating in Jiang Gu's chest.
Wei Feng felt like he was going crazy.
He'd rather be the one who's gone mad than Jiang Gu. What did he have that made him worthy of Jiang Gu going to such lengths? And yet Jiang Gu didn't utter a single word about it from beginning to end.
He stared intently at Jiang Gu, then slowly blinked. What about Jiang Gu's own heart?
Wei Feng frantically searched Jiang Gu's belongings: storage bags, spirit pet bags, magic robes, magic treasures... he even searched between the bones, since Jiang Gu trusted no one and always kept his most important things close to him. But no matter how hard he searched, he still found nothing.
He looked at Jiang Gu and began to suspect that Jiang Gu had hidden his heart in the magic weapon. If the heart could open the void seal, and Jiang Gu's heart was not there, then if he could find Jiang Gu's heart, he might be able to go in and find Jiang Gu's primordial spirit.
Wei Feng was on edge, teetering on the brink of collapse and extreme excitement. He practically turned Jiang Gu inside out. For so many years, he had restrained himself from touching Jiang Gu's body too much, but now he was like a madman, stripping him naked and touching his meridians and flesh inch by inch. Transparent ghost patterns wrapped around him tightly, his primordial spirit filled Jiang Gu's empty sea of consciousness, and spiritual power permeated Jiang Gu's bones. He dared to swear to the heavens that Jiang Gu would never place his heart anywhere other than his own body.
However, the more he searched, the colder his heart became.
Why isn't it there?
Where is Jiang Gu's heart?!
Impossible! It must be with Jiang Gu!
Wei Feng's eyes were bloodshot, his breathing became rapid, and his arm around Jiang Gu trembled slightly. In the end, he began to suspect that Jiang Gu had placed something on him. He began to search his primordial spirit and ghost patterns with ruthless cruelty, even crushing his bones and tearing at his meridians without mercy. He used spiritual power to cleanse his turbid sea of consciousness, but as he expected, Jiang Gu would never place something so important on him.
After the greatest hope comes the deathly despair.
Wei Feng wrapped his arms around Jiang Gu's waist from behind, and in pain and confusion, he pressed his forehead against Jiang Gu's shoulder, calling out in a trembling voice, "Master... tell me, where did you hide your heart... please."
He always habitually begged Jiang Gu. In the past, when Jiang Gu was around, as long as he shed a few tears and acted pitiful, Jiang Gu would impatiently tell him how to solve the problem.
A slight coolness came from between my eyebrows.
Wei Feng subconsciously touched it, only then remembering that he still had something hanging on his forehead. He liked golden things, and Jiang Gu had casually put it on his head, only telling him to wear it and not take it off. Wei Feng hadn't thought much of it. This thing was probably a high-level magic artifact that could keep his mind clear, but Jiang Gu probably made him wear it because it looked good. After all, he had long noticed that Jiang Gu liked to dress up, so he was naturally happy to do so...
The coolness gradually dissipated, and a faint thumping sensation was felt on the fingertips touching the gold pendant.
Wei Feng suddenly opened his eyes, ripped off the forehead ornament, and the seals on both sides instantly became invalid, revealing a bright red, beautiful heart in his palm.
Who else could possess such golden spiritual energy above but Jiang Gu?
Wei Feng stared blankly at the heart in his hand, his lips twitching and his brows furrowing, unsure of what expression to make.
Such an important item, which could easily cost Jiang Gu his life if handled carelessly, was casually placed on his forehead by Jiang Gu with just two seals?!
If just anyone were to crush him, Jiang Gu would be dead!
He hung the life-or-death heart on his head to look good... Wei Feng was so angry that he laughed. He looked at the heart in his hand, laughing so hard that his shoulders trembled, tears welled up in his eyes, and his internal organs, meridians, bones and blood ached.
"Jiang, Gu," he called out through gritted teeth.
The two intertwined hearts finally returned to their respective places, and two void seals, one black and one gold, appeared on Wei Feng's chest. Wei Feng's primordial spirit, like an arrow released from a bow, carried terrifying pressure and vast spiritual power, and went straight into the golden void seal.
The long-lost, familiar aura swept over Wei Feng's primordial spirit, almost obliterating it. He had almost forgotten how long it had been since he had smelled such spiritual energy and aura. Without any restraint, he increased his speed, forcefully and violently dispersing the surrounding turbulent currents and intricate magic arrays. The transparent ghost patterns domineeringly invaded the territory that did not belong to them. Until he saw the figure sitting cross-legged in the air in the distance, his blood boiled to the extreme. Ignoring the fact that his primordial spirit was being devoured by the surrounding fierce spiritual energy, he exerted all his strength to break through the powerful and heavy barrier.
The sound of the barrier shattering was crisp and melodious, and countless golden fragments fell from the sky, reflecting Wei Feng's ferocious face and reddened eyes.
The person who was meditating suddenly opened their eyes. Before they could react, they were tightly grabbed and thrown down into a dazzling, shimmering gold.
"You—" Jiang Gu was about to speak when someone grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him fiercely.
As Jiang Gu's breathing became disordered, the opponent intensified its advance, ferociously and violently sweeping through every inch of territory, devouring all the air in his chest. The other hand pressed on his waist, almost crushing his bones. The heavy pressure frantically imprisoned him in place, and Jiang Gu tasted the strong smell of blood.
He thought to himself that something was wrong; that bastard Wei Feng had really succumbed to his demonic possession.
The warmth and stinging sensation on his lips intertwined. Just as Jiang Gu was about to make a move, Wei Feng, panting, raised his head and glared at him fiercely. His eyes were red as if they were about to bleed, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, cold and hard to the extreme: "Jiang Gu?"
Jiang Gu narrowed his eyes in displeasure.
He raised his hand, rubbed away the blood at the corner of Jiang Gu's lips, lowered his head and carefully licked the wound he had bitten, then looked up at him again, his eyes even redder, the corners of his eyes moist and drooping, his voice softening: "Jiang Gu."
Just as Jiang Gu was about to speak, his lips were once again forcefully silenced. Transparent ghost patterns covered and entangled him, and Wei Feng's primordial spirit suddenly turned into mist, merging into his primordial spirit without explanation.
Jiang Gu was slightly taken aback. Then, the white mist became thicker and the golden barrier fragments flew around. He was pulled into someone's arms and his shoulder was bitten hard.
Amidst the thick fog, he heard Wei Feng's suppressed and broken cries.
The hand that was about to expel the person froze in mid-air.
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