Chapter 267 A Series of Difficulties (The End)
When Jiang Gu and Wei Feng became Daoist partners, Wei Feng was so excited that he thought he was dreaming. Even after he learned that it was a scheme set up by Jiang Gu to open the Chenyao Passage, he was still satisfied.
Jiang Gu always thinks a hundred steps ahead before doing anything, and his scheming and calculations are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Wei Feng initially tried to understand him but eventually gave up. No matter how Jiang Gu plotted and deceived him, he only cared about the result in the end—what Jiang Gu wanted to do was not important; what he himself gained was the most important.
No matter how many conspiracies and schemes were involved, or how many twists and turns they went through, he was the one who stayed by Jiang Gu's side in the end, he was the one who could communicate with Jiang Gu spiritually, cultivate together, and be intimate with him, he was the one who forcibly interrupted Jiang Gu's ascension and was not killed, and now he is the one who can form a Daoist partnership with Jiang Gu.
Then he would be the biggest winner.
So he didn't care why Jiang Gu suddenly formed a Daoist partnership. He only knew that once the partnership was formed, he was Jiang Gu's closest person in the world.
Wei Feng had already memorized the method of forming a Daoist partnership. He bit his fingertip and quickly drew intricate talismans in Jiang Gu's mind, looking at Jiang Gu with anticipation.
Jiang Gu also drew the same talisman in his sea of consciousness.
The moment they finished writing, both talismans burst forth with dazzling red light. An invisible red aura wrapped around their bleeding fingertips, and a pair of crystal-clear marriage knots were imprinted on their primordial spirits. From then on, the two Daoist partners would share fortune and misfortune, life and death, and be as one under the heavenly law.
Jiang Gu raised his hand and placed another talisman on Wei Feng's marriage knot, instantly weakening the strong connection between them.
"Master, what is this?" Wei Feng looked at the grayish-brown marriage knot, feeling somewhat uneasy.
"It's a smokescreen to prevent it from being used by those with ulterior motives," Jiang Gu explained. "Once this formation is broken, it will revert to its original state."
Wei Feng nodded: "That makes sense. Who knows what kind of trouble those people from the Yaoyan Temple will cause."
However, since Jiang Gu had formed a Daoist partnership with him, it would be even more difficult for him to ascend smoothly—this was a Daoist partnership recognized by the Heavenly Dao, and it had the greatest influence on Jiang Gu. If he…
Jiang Gu casually wiped the blood from his fingertip onto the corner of his eye and said calmly, "Don't overthink it."
After forming a spiritual bond, both parties can vaguely sense each other's emotions and thoughts, though the senses are unclear, they far exceed normal perception.
Wei Feng nodded happily.
Outside the cave.
Feng Wuyou watched as a crimson aura of destiny for marriage shot into the sky from the cave, and then watched as the dazzling, all-powerful fortune on Jiang Gu's body suddenly dimmed, replaced by a murky, dark misfortune that swept in unchecked. The two auras intertwined in the air, forming a knot of destiny, and the continuously added spiritual power twisted the original crimson aura of destiny into a strong red thread. This couldn't be the work of Heaven; it was clearly the work of humankind...
In all his years of life, Feng Wuyou had never seen anyone forcibly twist out the red thread of fate; the bright red color seemed to be defying the laws of heaven.
He clutched his chest and staggered back a step.
Jiang Xiangyun, who was standing next to him, helped him up and said with a smile, "Oh my, what a wonderful marriage! A match made in heaven, a perfect couple, congratulations!"
Feng Wuyou turned to look at him with a deep gaze: "Your brother might not be able to ascend because of this."
"..." Jiang Xiangyun's smile froze for a moment, then he said nonchalantly, "There's nothing we can do about it. After all, no one has ascended to immortality in the cultivation world for tens of thousands of years. My seventh brother is only so young. For him to have such cultivation level is already a great blessing for the Jiang clan. He is now the number one person on the first page of our family register. He has already brought glory to our ancestors."
He just wanted a Daoist partner, what did he do wrong?
Feng Wuyou looked at him in shock: "Is your Jiang family so easy to talk to?"
"Those who are difficult to talk to are all dead," Jiang Xiangyun said with a smile.
"..." Feng Wuyou was filled with admiration.
Weakly, Chanlin leaned on his arm and said, "I don't think the question now is whether Jiang Gu can ascend or not, but whether we can even survive—I can see this couple's contract, do you think Wen Xiuji and Chang Ping'an can see it too?"
Feng Wuyou and Jiang Xiangyun's expressions changed, and then countless ghost patterns surged out from the cave, sweeping them away.
In less than half a breath, Wen Xiuji and Chang Ping'an found the place one after the other.
Looking at the empty cave, Wen Xiuji gritted his teeth and laughed, "Jiang Gu actually formed a Daoist partnership with that monster Wei Feng. I overestimated him. I thought his Dao heart was unwavering, but in the end, he was just like those people before him, ruining his future because of love. It's really... disappointing."
Wei Feng is a half-immortal, possessing almost no luck, but endless bad luck. Having formed a Daoist partnership with Wei Feng, Jiang Gu's only way to ascend to immortality is probably to kill his wife to prove his Dao.
But given how much Jiang Gu cares about Wei Feng, he probably won't go to such lengths.
"Your Changning Temple got lucky this time," Wen Xiuji sneered. "But you'd better not be too smug. We have plenty of ways to make Jiang Gu sever all ties with love."
Chang Ping'an gave him a puzzled look: "What business is it of yours if others form a Daoist couple contract? If Fellow Daoist Wen is envious, he can go find a male cultivator."
Wen Xiuji's face turned green: "Am I crazy?"
Besides, why did he have to find a male cultivator?
Chang Ping'an is completely insane! Just like Jiang Gu!
——
Wei Feng led the group through the void, dodging the almost omnipresent divine sense search.
A gentle breeze blew through Feng Wuyou's Void Seal, where Jiang Gu, Jiang Xiangyun, and Chanlin were all present. Wei Feng spread his divine sense to conceal their presence, carrying them through the void.
“We’ll be discovered sooner or later if this continues,” Jiang Xiangyun said. “If all else fails, we can leave Chenyao temporarily and return to Pingze—Seventh Brother, are you alright?”
He paused, looked at Jiang Gu's pale face, and sensed something was wrong.
Relying on the fact that he was in his own Void Seal, Feng Wuyou managed to separate a wisp of spiritual power and connect it to Jiang Gu's pulse. He immediately exclaimed in shock, "What happened to your primordial spirit and body?"
A normal cultivator's primordial spirit is solid and complete, with pure spiritual energy without any impurities. They usually cultivate in their sea of consciousness, while the meridians in their body flow smoothly, continuously providing spiritual energy to the sea of consciousness. The circulation of energy throughout the body proceeds from the inside out and from top to bottom. However, Jiang Gu's primordial spirit is now shattered into pieces—no, it's as if it has been crushed into powder. It is held together by a thin layer of divine power, but even so, much of it is gone, and it's unknown where it went. His meridians are all broken, and the cracks are filled with chaotic energy, which is constantly eroding his flesh and bones. What's even more horrifying is that half of the bones in his body have disappeared, and they are only roughly reconstructed from some dark stone...
This was nothing short of a cruel form of torture.
Jiang Gu's face remained expressionless. He looked at Feng Wuyou and said in a very calm voice, "It's alright."
Meeting his warning gaze, Feng Wuyou's words caught in his throat. He belatedly realized that he hadn't taken Jiang Gu's pulse with his consent, but rather because he simply didn't have the strength to dodge.
Feng Wuyou suddenly remembered Wei Feng outside, who had swallowed the Chaos Core and was still alive and kicking, and even able to carry several people through the void. He also remembered Jiang Gu summoning lightning tribulation to split the ghost patterns of the Tower of Babel and then sweeping away many half-immortal dharma forms with a single sword strike...
Even under such inhuman torture and injury, she formed a Daoist partnership with Wei Feng.
Although it was somewhat offensive, the thought still welled up in Feng Wuyou's mind: Jiang Gu was still alive.
He gritted his teeth and withdrew his spiritual power, then grabbed several top-grade divine artifacts from Chanlin's storage bag, smelted them, and sent them directly to Jiang Gu.
Chan Lin: "???"
Feng Wuyou pressed down on him with one finger and transmitted her voice, "I'll make it up to you when we get back."
Only then did Chanlin calm down.
"Thank you." Jiang Gu nodded slightly.
Feng Wuyou hesitated, then looked at Jiang Xiangyun. Jiang Xiangyun guessed what was going on from their reactions and his expression became unusually solemn: "Seventh brother, why do you have to hide it from Wei Feng? If he knew how badly you were injured, he could help you a lot. Besides, you tampered with the marriage knot, and he will find out sooner or later."
“He acts rashly and emotionally. If he knew, he would definitely return those bones and primordial spirits, which would not only prevent him from successfully refining the Chaos Core in his body, but also ruin everything he had done before,” Jiang Gu said calmly. “We’ll let him know later.”
Although he knew this was definitely the most advantageous and sensible decision Jiang Gu had made after careful consideration, Jiang Xiangyun still couldn't help but sigh. This seemingly selfish Daoist partner had silently sacrificed most of his life to save someone...
The other party will probably go crazy when they find out.
Returning to Pingze is not an option. If these half-immortals went to Pingze, it would be a devastating crushing blow to the Pingze cultivators, bringing nothing but harm. Besides, the half-immortals have definitely already blocked the passage.
After discussing for a while, the group reached a conclusion that was basically the same as Jiang Gu's—choosing a side would provide them with protection and allow them to catch their breath.
"The Changning Temple wants to build the Heavenly Path to destroy the Chaos Core, but they have neither the Crimson Crystal Tower nor the immortal bones of the final jade steps. The Yaoyan Temple is ordered by the gods to obtain the Chaos Core and help me ascend. They already have the Chaos Core that Xiao Dan possesses. Their goals are completely opposite," Jiang Gu said. "Wei Feng can only reach the Upper Realm by using the Heavenly Path to sacrifice my immortal bones, and for me to ascend smoothly, the immortal bones are indispensable."
“But Wei Feng absorbed the Chaos Core, so he absolutely cannot just sit and wait to die. In other words, if he wants to live a long life, he must find a way to ascend to the upper realm. However, your immortal bones are his only hope for ascension, and without your immortal bones, your primordial spirit will perish. Therefore, it is impossible for you to go up through the Path to Heaven. The only way is to transcend tribulation and ascend. In other words… only one of you and Wei Feng can succeed in the end.” Jiang Xiangyun knew the ins and outs of the whole matter and couldn’t help but feel a chill down his spine.
“But you two have formed a Daoist partnership,” Feng Wuyou said. “A Daoist partnership means sharing both fortune and misfortune, life and death. If you die, Wei Feng will not live either, the Chaos Core will not be able to absorb the Chaos Qi, and the Path to Heaven will not be built. If Wei Feng dies, you will not live either, and you will not be able to transcend the tribulation and ascend to heaven. It’s simply a vicious cycle.”
“No, there is another way for Seventh Brother to ascend.” Jiang Xiangyun suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Gu, his heart suddenly startled.
Jiang Gu did not respond, but looked at the Seven Deadly Blades in his palm. "I need to confirm something, and I would like to ask for your help."
“Go ahead and say it,” Feng Wuyou said.
"I will send Wei Feng to the Changning Temple. No matter what happens, please keep an eye on him and do not let him get even a step closer to the Yaoyan Temple." Jiang Gu put the dagger into his sleeve.
Jiang Xiangyun and Feng Wuyou exchanged a glance and nodded.
Fifteen minutes later.
Wei Feng looked at Jiang Gu, who stepped out of the void, and reached out to hug him while stepping on the ghost patterns: "Master, have you finished discussing?"
“Hmm.” Jiang Gu held his hand. “We’ll split up. We’ll pretend to fight amongst ourselves. I’ll go to the Yaoyan Temple, and you’ll go to the Changning Temple. We’ll buy some time so you can heal your injuries and refine the Chaos Core in your body.”
Wei Feng was stunned: "We're going to separate?"
But he had just formed a Daoist partnership with his master.
"It's just a few days apart," Jiang Gu said casually. "You're perfectly capable of handling things on your own now, and you can't always be by my side. Besides, this matter is of utmost importance, and only you can do it."
Wei Feng asked, "What do you want me to do?"
“Go and refine all those dozens of Purple Mansions in the Changning Divine Palace for your own use,” Jiang Gu said. “You currently have too much turbid energy in your body and need more spiritual energy to balance it, so that you can nourish the remaining Chaos Cores.”
Wei Feng asked in surprise, "Master, are you going to activate the Path to Heaven? But—"
“There are no buts. I can take you to ascend to heaven with me,” Jiang Gu said. “I’ve found a way.”
"What method?" Wei Feng looked at him with surprise and admiration.
Jiang Gu's gaze shifted slightly as he looked at him, then he grasped his chin and kissed him. Wei Feng was so excited that his breathing became heavy. He wrapped his arms around Wei Feng's waist and pulled him into his embrace, responding passionately to this rare initiative.
Jiang Gu blocked his eager spirit from entering his sea of consciousness.
Wei Feng looked at him with confusion and eagerness: "Can't we cultivate together, Master? I can help you heal your injuries."
Jiang Gu tightened his grip on the back of his neck slightly and said in a deep voice, "No need, you might as well help me get rid of the love poison."
“But how can we resolve this without spiritual connection—” Wei Feng watched as his eyes widened slowly, his expression gradually twisting with ecstasy and shock. He bit his cheek hard, trying to steady his breathing. “Really?”
Jiang Gu raised his hand, and the two of them entered Wei Feng's Void Seal. This guy had a dark and twisted heart, and a stubborn and vicious nature. Even the Void Seal was pitch black, and it was covered with dense, writhing ghost patterns.
Although the severed sense of touch had long since returned, the torment of the aphrodisiac poison was insignificant compared to the pain of eroding flesh and crushing the primordial spirit. However, when Wei Feng impatiently leaned in to kiss her, the aphrodisiac toxins slowly took effect again, and even her breathing became hotter.
Wei Feng was extremely insecure, so it was impossible for him to obediently separate from her; the only option was to offer him some tangible benefits. Jiang Gu understood this perfectly, and since the two had formed a Daoist partnership, it was a natural progression, and he didn't resist the idea.
He pinned Wei Feng down, undid the red robe, and kissed Wei Feng on the chest.
Wei Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he gripped his waist tightly: "...Master."
Jiang Gu recalled the scenes inside those luminous pearls. He had only glanced at them briefly because he had too many things to do and hadn't looked closely enough. He felt a little annoyed, but he calmly looked at Wei Feng and said, "Don't be afraid."
Wei Feng was not only unafraid, he was almost going mad.
Jiang Gu kissed him slowly and methodically, following the same foreplay as Ye Mingzhu, teasing him relentlessly. He couldn't take it anymore and stared at him with bloodshot eyes.
Jiang Gu looked up and was caught off guard by his tears. He paused for a moment, then tried his best to control himself and said, "If you're not ready yet, we can do it another time—"
Before he could finish speaking, the person beneath him suddenly sprang up and pressed him firmly into the writhing, slippery ghost patterns beside him.
“Master, I’m ready.” Wei Feng’s eyes were filled with desire and aggression. He leaned in roughly yet intimately, the ghostly patterns around Jiang Gu’s body wrapped around him. “Master, you haven’t been learning carefully enough. I’ll teach you.”
The burning sensation of the love poison and the pain in his primordial spirit and bones intertwined, and Jiang Gu tried his best to remain clear-headed. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment: "What did you say?"
"Master, please..." Wei Feng kissed him, tears sliding down his neck, "Just let me have my way this once... I feel like I'm going to die, Master, Master..."
The poison was getting worse, and Jiang Gu wanted to reprimand him, feeling that this was simply insubordination and outrageous. Wei Feng was his disciple, and he should be treated the same way no matter what—
"...Husband, please." Wei Feng pleaded with his mouth, but his actions were anything but weak, and he could say the most spineless things.
"Jiang Gu, I'll teach you."
"Master, Master, please look at me."
"Master."
But the word he called out most often was "Master".
Jiang Gu's fierce rationality was gradually eroded by saliva amidst the intricate and intertwined ghost patterns. He shouldn't compromise, but Wei Feng was crying so pitifully, clinging to him and begging him relentlessly, his tears falling drop by drop onto his heart, both uneasy and passionate.
He closed his eyes and finally gave in.
But no matter how nicely Wei Feng spoke, he showed no restraint in his actions. Jiang Gu was hidden in the ghost pattern, his slender fingers gripping Wei Feng's back tightly, his eyes were moist and red, and his gaze was sharp with a hint of barely perceptible pleasure: "...Enough is enough."
"I'm sorry, Master... I was wrong." Wei Feng looked at him pitifully, as if he was scared to tears, but his movements were fierce and tyrannical, and his sharp little tiger teeth bit his shoulder. "Master, you bit me a little."
It took Jiang Gu a while to realize what he meant. Veins bulged on his forehead instantly, and he angrily rebuked him: "Wei Linming!"
Wei Feng grinned at him, refusing to even admit his mistake.
...
The pitch-black ghost patterns covered the entire void, while the marriage knot imprinted on the primordial spirit emitted a faint red light, making it the perfect spot for a romantic night.
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