Chapter 242 Red Kite Seeks Jade (Sixteen)
Jiang Gu was not used to staying in the water, so Wei Feng supported his tail with his own. He did not feel anything was wrong, but this action was seen as extremely intimate by the two great demons, Feng Wuyou and Chanlin.
Especially since they had already experienced Jiang Gu's coldness and domineering nature, they found it even more unbelievable.
"Master, who are they?" Wei Feng wrapped his arms around Jiang Gu's waist from behind, his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally stroking the scales on Jiang Gu's waist. The wings on his back blocked Jiang Gu's front, domineeringly declaring his dominance.
"We only found this place with their help along the way." Jiang Gu frowned slightly as he was touched, then felt the heat of the feathers on his face. His temples throbbed, and his abdomen, covered in scales, felt a strange heat. He paused slightly.
"Haha, if it weren't inconvenient, we could excuse ourselves." Feng Wuyou awkwardly shook his fish tail and nudged Chanlin beside him.
Chan Lin's eyes darted around, then he nodded and said, "That's right, that's right. However, merfolk's mating season lasts a very long time. If you two don't mind, why don't we escape first and then—"
Wei Feng's ear fins, hidden in his silver hair, flared, baring his fangs with hostility, warning the two of them to get lost.
He had a rare opportunity to encounter Jiang Gu transformed into a mermaid, and he had finally managed to guide his master to arouse his desires, but these two people still managed to ruin his plans!
A cold hand gripped his wrist. Jiang Gu turned to look at him, his eyes clear, clearly having noticed his little trick. He said in a deep voice, "Now is not the time to fool around."
Wei Feng, unwilling to give up, buried his head in the crook of his neck and, using his wings as cover, seized the opportunity to give him a fierce kiss. The shark tail rubbed against him for a long time before finally letting go of the beautiful tail he had obtained. Jiang Gu instantly sank into the water, and he immediately rolled the golden tail into his arms again, holding him tightly and refusing to let go.
"..." Jiang Gu was silent for a moment, but did not refuse.
“No wonder Brother Jiang didn’t surface for air while swimming earlier, it turns out that—” Chan Lin suddenly realized, his voice trailing off under Jiang Gu’s cold gaze, “No way.”
"We have to leave here." Feng Wuyou slapped him and pushed him into the water, laughing, "Brother Jiang, let's hurry up and go."
"Master, I can't leave yet," Wei Feng transmitted to Jiang Gu. "Wait for me for three more days until I master the Nirvana Technique. Otherwise, I will be killed by the Heavenly Dao as soon as I leave."
"Heavenly Annihilation?" Jiang Gu frowned.
Wei Feng briefly recounted the events of the past two years to him.
Jiang Gu pondered for a long time before saying, "It may not be the will of Heaven."
Heaven is merciless and will not target any person or race without reason. Back in Pingze and Wangyue, he experienced unusual tribulation lightning every time he underwent tribulation. However, in Chenyao, the tribulation lightning was much gentler. Considering the heavenly secrets revealed by Feng Wuyou and the situation at that time, Jiang Gu is more inclined to believe that someone is manipulating things behind the scenes.
"Someone is manipulating things?" Wei Feng was astonished. "Manipulating the Heavenly Dao?"
“Manipulating the tribulation lightning, but using methods to deceive the Heavenly Dao.” Jiang Gu’s words were startling. “This can only mean that there is a problem with the cultivation world we are in.”
The most unusual of them all is the existence of the Half-Immortal Clan. According to Feng Wuyou, the Half-Immortal Clan was formed by cultivators who failed to ascend. They have the bodies of half-immortals, but can no longer ascend to the upper realm... Although he knows very little about this clan now, he instinctively feels that something is wrong.
Feng Wuyou and Chanlin were also surprised to hear this.
"So what should we do now?" Wei Feng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Jiang Gu say that it was man-made.
"Find out who is behind the control of the tribulation lightning."
——
Three days later, the city was completely destroyed.
"Feng Wuyou, are you sure he really has extraordinary luck and isn't just a madman?" Chanlin scratched his head. "Your brain must have been struck by lightning. You believe him when he says someone is controlling the tribulation lightning?! Why don't you believe my immortal lord has descended to earth?"
“Look at you, that’s what you call being narrow-minded,” Feng Wuyou said slowly. “The world is full of wonders. Even half-immortals can communicate with gods and live forever. What’s so strange about someone controlling tribulation lightning?”
"But everything lives under the laws of nature. If what Jiang Gu said is true, wouldn't the cultivation world be in chaos?" Chan Lin clutched his head in despair. "No, my Dao heart is wavering, and my love for money is also wavering!"
"Relax, brother," Feng Wuyou said slowly. "There is order in chaos. The chaos you see may just be one of the rules. All things in the world are mutually reinforcing and restraining, forming their own laws. That's why people like Jiang Gu appear. You have to believe that no matter how the way of heaven changes, it is still the same."
Chan Lin stared at him intently, sticking out her scarlet tongue: "If you don't speak like a human, I'll swallow you whole and then slap myself to death."
"Cruel, utterly cruel!" Feng Wuyou shook his head, hands tucked into his sleeves, and whispered closer to him, "Learn from me, cling tightly to Jiang Gu's coattails. No matter how chaotic and outrageous the cultivation world is, as long as Jiang Gu attains enlightenment—"
"So, we'll all rise to power together?" Chan Lin's eyes lit up.
“That’s right!” Feng Wuyou nodded emphatically.
“But I don’t think that kid named Wei Feng is a good guy. Does he think he can let us keep following Jiang Gu?” Chan Lin’s eyes flashed with a fierce light. “How about we—”
"Foolish!" Feng Wuyou slapped him on the forehead. "What's the first rule of being a lackey?"
"What is it?" Chanlin rubbed the bump on his forehead.
"Never overstep your bounds!" Feng Wuyou whispered. "Can't you see? Wei Feng is the apple of Jiang Gu's eye. Even if they don't end up together, he's still much more important than us. You respect Jiang Gu eight points, so you should respect Wei Feng nine points. The pillow talk is much more effective than your own hard work..."
Chan Lin gasped, "Why are you so experienced?"
Feng Wuyou straightened up and said mysteriously, "It cannot be said."
Just as Chanlin was about to ask another question, he suddenly sniffed and said, "Hey, it's out!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a rumble of thunder echoed across the sky, and thunderclouds rolled toward their location.
Wei Feng paused slightly, stopping at the edge of Fujie City, and looked at Jiang Gu: "Master, please stay away, the Nirvana Technique is fire-based."
Jiang Gu nodded, but did not go far. Although Wei Feng had transformed into human form, he did not retract his wings. When the Nirvana Technique was activated, his wings were like burning flames that enveloped his entire body. His primordial spirit was constantly being scorched by true fire, but he remained calm. He even thoughtfully used talismans to wrap the flames inside. He walked out of the city wall with great interest and said happily, "Master, I'm out!"
"Hmm." Jiang Gu glanced at the tribulation lightning stirring in the distance, his brows furrowing slightly. For some reason, he sensed a familiar aura from the tribulation lightning, but it vanished in an instant.
Wei Feng hadn't seen the outside world for a long time, but because Feng Wuyou and Chanlin were present, he didn't show too much excitement. He just grabbed Jiang Gu's hand and said, "Master, Ji Jingchen will soon find out I'm missing. She's extremely difficult to deal with. Let's go to another city to avoid trouble."
This was completely different from Wei Feng's impulsive and rash personality, showing that he had suffered a lot in the past few years. Jiang Gu looked in the direction of the tribulation lightning and asked Feng Wuyou, "Where do the Half-Immortals live?"
Chanlin took out a lotus leaf, which grew larger. After the group climbed onto it, they concealed themselves, and the leaf flew into the sky.
"The Half-Immortal Clan lives on the easternmost part of the continent, relying on thirteen large temples. Among them, the most efficacious temple is the Yaoyan Temple, which is said to have exceptionally abundant divine power," Feng Wuyou said.
"Yao Yan?" Jiang Gu felt the name sounded familiar.
“There’s a Yaoshuo Temple in Wangyue,” Wei Feng said. “Is there any connection between them?”
“Yaoyan God Lord is the son of Yaoshuo War God. He is the youngest among the many God Lords, but he has profound magical power. It is said that he often ran down to the mortal realm to play when he was a child, and the temple was the most lively. However, that was tens of thousands of years ago, and the truth is long gone. Now there are no more gods descending…” Feng Wuyou explained.
"Heh." Wei Feng let out a cold laugh through his nose.
He didn't have a good impression of these immortals. After all, Xiao Dan had abused his power in the Yaoshuo Temple and caused Jiang Gu a lot of trouble. Naturally, he also looked down on Yaoshuo's son.
Jiang Gu's expression turned somewhat cold.
If the tribulation lightning targeting Wei Feng is related to the Yaoyan Temple, then Wei Feng must know the other party in the Upper Realm. Moreover, the one who can suppress Wei Feng to such an extent must be either a mortal enemy or... Wei Feng has a noble status in the Upper Realm, so it is not surprising that he has one or two suitors. He looked at Wei Feng, his expression unreadable.
Wei Feng suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He turned to look at Jiang Gu, trying to appear obedient, but he couldn't suppress the sharp and cold aura emanating from him.
Three years had passed, and he looked much thinner, with more angular features. Jiang Gu raised his hand to touch his cheek, and Wei Feng lowered his head to rub against his palm, then wrapped his arms around his waist, completely disregarding the others present. He said in a low voice, "Master, I was struck by that tribulation lightning and dropped to the early stage of the Great Luo Realm. I was about to break through to the Dao Ancestor Realm. Although I have the Nirvana Technique to avoid the heavenly lightning, I will attract lightning whenever I use my spiritual power. It's clear that they're not giving me a way out. Let's go and destroy his temple."
"Okay." Jiang Gu didn't hesitate for a moment, picked up the mud ball that had been eagerly waiting in his sleeve, and put it in Wei Feng's arms.
Wei Feng exclaimed in surprise, "Master, you actually found it?"
This is the ghost mark that Wei Feng severed, and most of his consciousness is sealed inside. He hid it extremely well, at the bottom of the dirtiest and smelliest swamp. Even demons with a little intelligence would not want to touch such filthy things.
"Hmm." Jiang Gu wrapped a thick layer of golden spiritual power around it and merged it into Wei Feng's sea of consciousness. "The tribulation lightning here dares not approach me. You can enter my sea of consciousness to cultivate."
Wei Feng's eyes lit up instantly, and then he heard Jiang Gu say, "Your primordial spirit is weak right now, so it is not advisable to communicate with your spirit."
Wei Feng stared at the hickey on his neck, his eyes revealing the vertical pupils of a bird, and nodded insincerely, "Oh."
A few days later, the group arrived in Red Cloud City to rest.
“Red Cloud City is considered an inland city of Shenyao. It’s inhabited by ghost cultivators, and it’s deathly quiet during the day, but it gets lively at night when the ghost market opens.” Feng Wuyou led the way, introducing the city to them with familiarity. “Further ahead are your human race’s Anliu City, as well as Zhaojin City, which the Rakshasa race just seized, and Huanxi City, the tree spirit race’s city. Compared to these cities, Red Cloud City is relatively safe, though of course it can’t compare to Chuizhu City or Fujie City. The ghost cultivators here have rather strange tempers and don’t really welcome living beings…”
Before entering the city, it was a bright and sunny day, but once inside, it felt like stepping into the dead of night. A bleak fog hung at my feet, the buildings within the city were dark and gloomy, white lanterns hung on the streets, and yellow paper money fluttered in the air. Sorrowful cries came intermittently from inside the houses, and the air was filled with the smell of burning, which made me inexplicably irritable.
Feng Wuyou suddenly stopped, and Chanlin also became alert. Wei Feng subconsciously shielded Jiang Gu behind him. The three of them stared at the increasingly thick fog ahead, ready to make a move at any moment.
Jiang Gu lowered his head.
Beneath their feet, sticky, dark blood gradually seeped from the bluestone-paved street, forming patterns like some kind of ancient runes. Just as these marks were about to connect into a line, Jiang Gu casually grabbed something and nailed it into the center of a crack in the bluestone, which precisely blocked these rune lines.
Wei Feng turned around at the sound, and a cold voice suddenly came from afar: "Why do you trespass on my Red Cloud City?"
Feng Wuyou said in a deep voice, "We are members of the Half-Immortal Clan. We are here on official business as instructed by the gods and are temporarily resting. This is our token."
With a wave of his hand, four golden tokens flew forward.
The voice remained silent for a long time before the token flew back into Feng Wuyou's hand. The man said, "I apologize for offending you gentlemen. Please make yourself at home."
After he finished speaking, the chilling aura and thick fog disappeared, along with the broken runes on the ground.
Chan Lin looked at the token in Feng Wuyou's hand in surprise: "What is this?"
Feng Wuyou raised an eyebrow at him: "When you're out in the world, you give yourself your identity."
He turned around and met Jiang Gu's gaze. He smiled and said, "After living for so many years, I still have some good things to offer."
Jiang Gu calmly withdrew his gaze.
A ghostly doll, barely knee-high, hopped out and led them forward, finally stopping in front of a secluded house. A large locust tree stood in front of the house. Pushing open the gate, they found a thousand-year-old willow tree in the center of the courtyard. The house faced north, exuding an ominous aura. As soon as they entered, the little doll giggled and disappeared into the mist.
No one lived in the main house in the middle. Feng Wuyou and Chanlin went into the right wing, while Jiang Gu and Wei Feng went into the left wing.
Using Jiang Gu's spiritual power, Wei Feng drew talismans all over the room to ward off evil spirits. He frowned and said, "Master, this place is too yin and evil. Why do we want to stay here?"
“You forcibly separated your consciousness, making your soul unstable. This place is full of ghost cultivators, so there must be a method to stabilize the soul.” Jiang Gu looked up at him.
Wei Feng felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and raised his hand to touch his nose.
Jiang Gu's deep voice echoed in the room: "Don't you have anything to tell me?"
Wei Feng froze for a moment, then smiled. He walked up to Jiang Gu and knelt down, pleading, "Master, I won't hide anything from you. You can trust me."
Jiang Gu looked down at him, and Wei Feng buried his head in his waist, his breath coming through the fabric, carrying a hint of anxious unease.
Jiang Gu stopped his cold, hard question and raised his hand to pat his head.
Wei Feng's eyes stung with tears, and he hugged the person even tighter.
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