Chapter 286 A Love Tribulation That's Hard to Overcome (Part 9)
Yaoshuo Immortal Palace.
The cloud mirror reflected the scene at the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, and the seal on Wei Feng's heart and Jiang Gu's ugly face next to him were clearly revealed to Yao Shuo and Ling Yin.
“This filth… is indeed the one that was banished to the mortal realm before.” Ling Yin sighed almost imperceptibly. “I knew Yao Yan wouldn’t let this go.”
Yao Shuo said, "If that's really the case, I'm afraid it's beyond the control of Heaven."
"Why must it be this filth?" Ling Yin asked with a worried expression. "When this filth was banished to the mortal realm back then, it didn't show much reluctance."
Back then, when Yao Yan was discovered to have taken on disciples without permission, she and Yao Shuo originally had no intention of interfering. However, the Heavenly Dao reminded her at the right time. Ling Yin, being cautious, used the Divine Gate to foresee the future and discovered that Yao Yan would eventually face a life-or-death tribulation on this filthy creature, and no matter what choice he made, he would face certain death.
Yao Yan possessed extraordinary luck, exceptional immortal qualities, and countless blessings bestowed upon him. Even the Heavenly Dao favored him. Under no circumstances should he be left without even a sliver of life.
“Ah Ling, look at the seal on Wei Feng’s chest,” Yao Shuo suddenly said.
Ling Yin stared intently, then froze on the spot: "How does this look like a magic seal used to suppress evil spirits?"
Yao Yan had been training under Hong Chen since childhood. Hong Chen was resolute and ruthless, and no matter how ferocious the demon was, it had no chance to escape. He had suppressed countless ferocious creatures. Yao Yan had inherited his true skills and was even more ruthless than him.
This magic seal was incredibly powerful and its method was ruthless, making Ling Yin somewhat uncertain again.
Yao Shuo's face was ashen: "What exactly does Yao Yan want to do?"
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This was also a question in Jiang Gu's mind.
He had dreamt of memories of the Upper Realm a few times before, though only a few fragments. He knew that he might have used Wei Feng to get close to the Chaos Core and did some things in the Upper Realm, including reluctantly taking Wei Feng as his disciple. But this was not much different from what he did in the Lower Realm. He reasonably deduced that later on, Yao Yan also developed feelings for Wei Feng, otherwise why would he take such a big risk to go down to the Lower Realm to bring him back?
But now the seal on Wei Feng's body seems to be trying to kill him.
Jiang Gu forced himself to calm down, and in a flash, he suddenly understood Yao Yan's intention—if he wanted to save Wei Feng, he could only take the initiative to accept the immortal bone to break the seal; if he did not want to accept the memories, he could only watch helplessly as Wei Feng was suppressed by the seal and his consciousness was slowly devoured by the Chaos Core.
However, Jiang Gu could not guarantee that after he regained his memories and became Yao Yan again, Yao Yan would continue to suppress Wei Feng and use Wei Feng to complete his original plan.
Yao Yan certainly wouldn't give up his plans. He even had a clever scheme in mind: if Jiang Gu didn't develop genuine feelings for Wei Feng, he could complete his plan without any obstacles, even without regaining his memories. But if Jiang Gu did develop feelings for Wei Feng, he would force Jiang Gu to regain his memories in order to complete his plan.
Jiang Gu refused to accept the immortal bones, making him utterly unable to withstand the vast seal of immortal power.
"Master, I'm fine." Wei Feng forced himself to straighten his back, looking at Jiang Gu with a pale face. "Don't worry."
Jiang Gu considered countless solutions, but rejected them one by one. These methods were too dangerous; if he was not careful, Wei Feng would be completely annihilated in the chaos.
"Jiang Gu, look at what's at the bottom of the river?" Feng Wuyou's expression suddenly changed.
Several dozen feet long Soul-Binding Nails emerged from the silt at the bottom of the river, eighty-one in total, arranged in different positions, identical to the magic seal on Wei Feng's heart.
Zi Guang frowned, pulled the little koi carp, and retreated into the immortal cloud. Even though he was happy to see Yao Yan suffer a setback, the Soul-Binding Nail was really too ruthless: "This Soul-Binding Nail is something used to suppress ancient demons. It is a waste of its talent to use it on such a vile creature. Besides, he is your Daoist partner. If you are unwilling, you can leave him in the lower realm. Why make him perish?"
Wei Feng could clearly feel his bones being squeezed. The immortal bones he had previously refined were being slowly removed. As the Soul-Binding Nails approached, the chaotic energy within him grew weaker and weaker. Even weaker was the bond of marriage he and Jiang Gu had formed in the lower realm.
"Master!" Wei Feng panicked and tried to forcefully use his spiritual power, but this only made the Soul-Binding Nails get closer and closer to him.
The magic circle at the bottom of the river began to gradually shrink, and Zi Guang's expression finally changed. He grabbed the little koi and, along with it, pulled Feng Wuyou, who was still trying to help, up from the bottom of the river.
"Don't be so reckless. Yao Yan has set up countless formations here to merge gods and bind souls..." Zi Guang thought with suspicion, "When exactly did he set them up?"
The entire River of Forgetfulness is practically a giant trap designed to suppress demons and remove immortal bones. The Pavilion of Hope is like bait for fishing. As long as Jiang Gu wants to explore the truth without wanting to regain his memories, he will definitely take the bait and come to the River of Forgetfulness to find out what's going on—he even schemed against himself to this extent.
Wei Feng could no longer maintain even the most basic human form. The ghost patterns all over his body surged out. The primordial spirits of the Divine Kite Shark and the Ghost-Faced White Eyes merged and tore together with the Chaos Core, letting out painful roars.
Even so, he still guarded those two immortal bones tightly, refusing to let go even slightly.
Jiang Gu felt the excruciating pain of his primordial spirit being corroded by the Chaos Core. He held the Crimson Snow Sword to block the Soul-Binding Nails, but unexpectedly, a burst of immortal power rushed straight towards Wei Feng.
Jiang Gu's eyes sharpened, and he held his longsword horizontally in front of him to block the fierce immortal power. Looking up, he saw an immortal clad in armor standing on the river. The immortal looked down at Jiang Gu and Wei Feng and said, "Immortal Lord Yaoyan, you are almost at the territory of my Cloud Light Realm. How can you leave such a dangerous thing as the Chaos Core at the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness? I'm here to lend you a hand."
“Lord Yunguang, that’s a bit shameless of you. The River of Forgetfulness is still quite far from your Yunguang Realm.” Ziguang flicked his fishing rod and blocked Yunguang’s way. “Yaoyan, you go about your business. I’ll explain to the Lord.”
However, the number of magic arrays at the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness increased, and Jiang Gu alone was unable to resist the increasingly fierce Soul-Binding Nails. The more Wei Feng struggled, the more tightly he was bound, and even Yun Guang Shangjun and Zi Guang beside him were forced back hundreds of feet.
Jiang Gu tried his best to keep his spiritual power away from Wei Feng, but this doubled the attacks he received. Wei Feng panicked when he saw this: "Master! Forget about these things, just go!"
If this continues, Jiang Gu will be suppressed under this Dharma seal along with him.
"Hold on a little longer." Jiang Gu remained calm in the face of danger. He didn't believe Yao Yan would really take Wei Feng's life. He was sure he could find a way.
Just give him a little more time.
Jiang Gu suppressed the anger rising in his heart, deliberately ignoring Wei Feng's suffering and impending doom, and tried his best to remain calm—just as he had experienced countless times in the lower realm before.
As long as he has a breath left, he is confident that he can turn the tide.
He watched as Wei Feng's primordial spirit was devoured bit by bit by the Chaos Core, feeling the excruciating pain, and once again rejected the method he had come up with—if he did that, Wei Feng might die.
He found himself becoming increasingly intolerant of any mishaps in the outcome of the plan.
It shouldn't be like this. He's willing to risk anyone's life, but given a completely safe method—as long as he regains his memory, Wei Feng's life will certainly be safe—he will only keep rejecting any risky methods he comes up with.
His body finally reached its limit, and a portion of his spiritual power leaked out uncontrollably. The moment it touched Wei Feng, the Soul-Binding Nails that he had forcibly solidified suddenly pierced towards Wei Feng from all directions.
"Stop!" Jiang Gu suddenly shouted coldly.
The raging river behind him swept past and stopped in mid-air, and the spiritual clouds in the sky also suddenly solidified. A drop of river water barely landed on the tip of the Soul-Binding Nail, and that tip was only a hair's breadth away from Wei Feng's eyes.
Jiang Gu heard his own heart pounding. The golden immortal bone he had forcibly extracted silently and rapidly merged back into his body. Accompanied by his increasingly disordered breathing, tens of thousands of years of memories belonging to Yao Yan flooded into his mind like a tide, giving him no time to catch his breath.
Wei Feng stared intently at Jiang Gu, his eyes suddenly turning bloodshot: "Master!"
As he spoke, the river water crashed down from the sky, the spiritual clouds floated again, and the soul-binding spells that were about to pierce his meridians were all turned around and dropped, plunging heavily into the silt at the bottom of the river. In an instant, the earth shook and the river water flowed back. Vast and powerful immortal power swept across the entire Nine Heavens, causing the ancient divine bell to ring loudly.
The celestial register engraved with Yao Yan's name slowly landed on the desk of the Palace of Fate, and the bells announcing the appointment of the Heavenly Dao resounded throughout the entire Upper Realm.
The Yaoyan Immortal Palace governs the fortunes and destinies of the Three Realms, the Nine Provinces, the Sixteen Heavens, and all the worlds below, wielding power and controlling life and death.
In the Si Ming Palace, Kong Xuan stared in shock at the Heavenly Dao's appointments, speechless. In the Yao Shuo Palace, Ling Yin and Yao Shuo exchanged bewildered glances. Meanwhile, the entire Yao Yan Immortal Palace rose from the ground and stood firmly in the center of the Heavenly Pool in the Sixteenth Heaven. Immediately afterward, tens of thousands of appointments fell upon the people in the palace, causing an uproar throughout the entire Upper Realm.
At the edge of the Demon Forest, the Forget-Worry River surged back and roared with towering waves. Jiang Gu raised his hand and waved his hand, and the entire river instantly returned to normal. The magic arrays and seals within it disappeared without a trace, and the eighty-one Soul-Binding Nails shrank in size and landed steadily in his palm.
Wei Feng climbed ashore, soaking wet. He stood up and looked at the person in front of him. Jiang Gu was still Jiang Gu, looking exactly the same, but he was different from before.
His gaze toward Wei Feng was calm and indifferent, with a hint of condescending scrutiny. Wei Feng was very familiar with this expression, yet it was also extremely unfamiliar to him.
Wei Feng tentatively grasped his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Master?"
Jiang Gu glanced at him coldly and frowned.
Wei Feng asked in surprise and doubt, "Master, do you still remember me?"
“Of course I remember.” Jiang Gu withdrew his gaze, and the three Soul-Binding Nails in his hand gently sank into his heart. “Don’t use your immortal power these next few days. Your immortal bones are at the bottom of the Heavenly Pool in Yaoyan Palace. Come to the palace to find me in three days.”
Wei Feng was stunned, and Jiang Gu subtly withdrew his hand.
"Yaoyan." Ziguang came over and called out to him.
Jiang Gu glanced at him and raised his hand to block the arm that was about to be put on him.
Zi Guang raised an eyebrow: "As expected, you've regained your memories. I knew you wouldn't leave such a big loophole. How was it? Was this love tribulation exciting?"
"It's acceptable." Jiang Gu walked forward without turning his head. "Tian Dao has just finished his post and brought people to the palace to help."
"You're really not being polite. I have a lot of things to do in the palace." Zi Guang said happily, "Fine, it's rare for you to ask me for a favor, I'll have Chang Ning and Feng Ji come."
“Let’s skip Changning,” Jiang Gu said. “He’s the busiest.”
"Fine, I knew you'd favor him." Ziguang shrugged helplessly. "Hey, do you want this little koi fish? It just so happens that it's here when you take up your post, quite a coincidence."
Jiang Gu glanced at the little fairy boy: "Stay."
Zi Guang poked the little koi's face: "Hurry up and thank Immortal Lord Yaoyan."
The little koi was overjoyed and said in a clear voice, "Thank you, Immortal Lord Yaoyan!"
Jiang Gu said to Zi Guang, "I need to see my father and mother first. You go to the palace and wait for me."
“Alright, let’s invite Changning Fengji over tonight and have a good drink.” Ziguang stepped onto the spirit cloud with him.
"Master!" Wei Feng seemed to finally come to his senses and rushed over to grab Jiang Gu's wrist.
Zi Guang, watching with amusement, chuckled, "Why don't you bring your little Daoist partner along too?"
Those memories from the lower realm appeared vividly in his mind, including the scenes of his intimate spiritual communion and passionate dual cultivation with Wei Feng... Jiang Gu slowly frowned.
He looked at the overly clingy little creature in front of him, and the golden immortal spirit gently shook away his hand, which was still wrapped in sticky ghost patterns, and said somewhat awkwardly, "When you have time, go to the Yuanyao Palace to have your memories wiped away. Once you retrieve your immortal bones, you will still be my disciple."
Then he left with Ziguang without looking back.
Feng Wuyou walked over and looked at Wei Feng, hesitating to speak.
Wei Feng looked at the ghostly markings wriggling out of the wound on his palm and asked him, "Feng Wuyou, does Master think I'm dirty?"
Feng Wuyou sighed.
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