Chapter 312 Mountains and Seas Meet (Part 5)
Qu Fengyu rode his sword to the front, raising his hand to stop everyone: "Don't come any closer, it looks like a demon."
The red-haired boy sniffed, catching a very familiar scent, and his eyes showed a hint of doubt: "This scent seems to be..."
Xuan Zhiyan said, "Junior Sister Qian Ning, take people and quickly repair the mountain-protecting formation. Elders, form the Demon-Subduing Formation."
"Zhiyan, wait a moment." Wutuo transformed into his original form and sniffed carefully again. "This scent smells a lot like Wei—"
Before he could finish speaking, a figure gradually emerged from the black mist. The powerful aura forced everyone back dozens of feet. As the black mist slowly dissipated, a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old stood in place, stiffly turning his neck to look around. Finally, his eyes met Xuan Zhiyan's.
"Wei Feng?" Xuan Zhiyan exclaimed in surprise.
Before the other person could answer, he fell straight to the ground.
When Wei Feng woke up, he stared blankly at the faded blue curtains above the bed.
The drawstring on the curtain was missing a piece. It had been torn a long time ago when he was injured and lying in bed recovering from his injuries. It was crumpled up and thrown away somewhere.
At that time, he enthusiastically spent most of his savings to build a palace for Jiang Gu on Qingping Peak. Unfortunately, they did not stay there for long before leaving Yanghua Sect. On a warm spring afternoon, they never returned.
After that, they were separated by life and death, gazed at the moonlit pavilion, walked the path to heaven, ascended through the Heavenly Gate, and passed through the Three Realms, the Nine Provinces, and the Sixteen Heavens—stories that could not be written in those folk tales.
He was reborn on the Seven Killing Tree and was discovered by Feng Wuyou, who brought him back to Yaoyan Immortal Palace. Although Ling Yin and Yao Shuo did not say it, rare treasures and healing medicines were sent to the Immortal Palace every day like a flowing stream. His cultivation and transformation were incredibly fast compared to before. Zi Guang, Feng Ji, and others would come to the Immortal Palace to see him from time to time. Feng Ji was dedicated to figuring out where Jiang Gu was and what state he was in. Zi Guang would use the excuse of visiting him to go fishing in the Immortal Pond of Yaoyan Palace. Lin Feng and Ping Ming firmly believed that Jiang Gu would return and diligently managed the Upper Heaven and the gradually recovered Three Realms and Nine Provinces according to his instructions. Wei Feng's life was not boring.
At first, he was confused and had no memory. Feng Wuyou was busy running around in the palace. Before he was even a year old, he was taken to Lingyin Immortal Palace and raised by Lingyin himself.
As his cultivation level increased, his memories gradually returned. It only took him a few years to remember everything. He then quietly moved back to Yaoyan Immortal Palace on his own, and Ling Yin did not stop him.
When he was eight years old, he insisted on going down to the mortal world to find Jiang Gu.
Feng Wuyou was so anxious that he almost went bald. He hurriedly invited Yao Shuo and Ling Yin, and Zi Guang and Feng Ji also rushed over. Lin Feng and Ping Ming stood in front of the palace gate and tried to persuade him earnestly.
"Your Highness, you are only eight years old and cannot descend to the mortal realm. The tribulation clouds in the mortal realm alone can scatter your soul." Lin Feng threatened him.
Wei Feng said coldly, "I know what I'm doing."
"Don't you know your place! If anything goes wrong, how am I supposed to explain to Jiang Gu?" Feng Wuyou hurriedly said, "Little Ancestor, you should just stay in the Sixteenth Heaven. With your master's brain, without the burden of the tribulation of love, he'll probably be able to ascend from the lower realm in less than ten years."
Wei Feng frowned and said, "I promised to pick him up."
“Wei Feng, there’s no need to rush.” Ling Yin walked over, squatted down and patted his head. “Good child, listen to your mother. Wait a few more years until your cultivation is stable before going down to the mortal realm.”
At first, he was unaware of the situation and imitated the other young immortals by calling Ling Yin "Mother." Ling Yin was only stunned for a moment, then said that he hadn't called her that wrong, and let him be. However, after he regained his memories, he refused to call her that anymore.
Because of the forced exile to the mortal realm back then, Wei Feng harbored some resentment towards Ling Yin, but he also understood that she did it all for Jiang Gu. He also felt awkward and uncomfortable about mistaking his mother for someone else, since he was no longer a seven or eight-year-old child after regaining his memories.
But with Ling Yin coaxing him so gently, Wei Feng really couldn't force his way in.
This dragged on for another seven or eight years before he finally found an opportunity to descend to the mortal realm. However, it turned out that Ling Yin and Feng Wuyou's concerns were correct. His body was too young, and he was almost scattered by the spiritual clouds during his forced descent. His soul was also injured, and his cultivation level was greatly reduced.
However, it's quite impressive even in the world of cultivation.
"You're awake." Xuan Zhiyan pushed open the door and came in.
Wei Feng stood up and looked at Xuan Zhiyan, who now looked like a young man, somewhat dazed: "Thank you for saving me."
"It wasn't exactly a rescue. Aunt Qu, Wu Tuo, and I thought some kind of monster was attacking, and we were quite frightened." Xuan Zhiyan dragged a stool to sit on the edge of the bed, looked at his friend who was no different from before, and smiled, "After we parted ways at Wangyue back then, I thought we would never see each other again in this life."
They grew up together since childhood, were inseparable best friends, and were inseparable through life and death. However, they parted ways when they were young and full of youthful vigor. Later, after experiencing their own hardships, they met again, but because of the deep-seated hatred between them, they could never go back to the way things were. Back then, when Xuan Zhiyan saw Wei Feng's sect mark on the peach petal, he could only sigh in vain.
But unexpectedly, after years apart, they would meet again.
Xuan Zhiyan is now the head of a sect, while Wei Feng still looks like a young boy.
The window was wide open, and wildflowers bloomed all over the hillside outside. Wei Feng leaned against the headboard and looked at him. He saw A Zhuo, who was willing to die for him in Wangyue, and he also saw Xuan Zhiyan, who stood firmly behind him even after their breakup. No matter how much time had passed, it was still the same person.
“People destined to meet will probably meet again.” Wei Feng smiled. “I didn’t expect to end up at Yanghua Sect. If I had ended up elsewhere, I’m afraid I would have been captured as a demon and caused a lot of trouble.”
Xuan Zhiyan followed his gaze to the window and said, "Qingping Peak and Lianyun Peak are still the same as they were back then. Your and Jiang Gu's things are still there. Xia Ling is sentimental and won't let us touch them."
"What happened back then..." Wei Feng hesitated when he heard him mention Jiang Gu, but in the end, they tacitly chose to let it go.
“A few days ago, two close disciples on the back mountain got into a bloody fight over something, and they even swore an oath to the heavens in resentment. The elders didn’t think it was a big deal,” Xuan Zhiyan said. “However, things are unpredictable. Maybe when they think about it later, they will realize that it wasn’t that serious.”
In their youth, when love and hate are at their most intense, it doesn't matter whether Xia Ling is nostalgic or not, and some things don't need to be said too clearly.
"You're seriously injured and shouldn't overexert yourself. If you feel better, you can go out and get some sun and take a walk." Xuan Zhiyan didn't stay long. Wei Feng's fall was so dramatic that everyone was coming to find out what was going on. He still had many things to deal with. "The flowers outside are in full bloom."
Perhaps because the sunlight outside was so warm, or perhaps because the wildflowers on the mountain were so beautiful, he got up and left the inner hall to take a walk on Qingping Peak.
Two figures followed him furtively all the way.
Just as he was about to leave after looking around, a trembling voice called out to him, "Young Master!"
Wei Feng turned around and smiled at the person in the flower bushes: "Xia Ling, what are you doing sneaking around like that?"
Xia Ling's nose tingled, and she ran up to him, looking him up and down. Her eyes reddened as she said, "Young Master, it really is you. I thought I would never see you again in this lifetime."
Wei Feng patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "You're already an elder of the Yanghua Sect, how come you cry even more than me?"
“Young Master…” Xia Ling rushed up and hugged him, then let go a little embarrassedly. “I had someone prepare your favorite spiritual food, it’s still warm.”
He took a paper bag out of his sleeve.
"Thank you." Wei Feng took it, took out a bite, and couldn't remember the taste of this snack from back then. The unfamiliar and rough texture made him pause for a moment, but he ate it without changing his expression. "It's delicious."
Xia Ling smiled happily.
Wu Tuo compared their heights with some surprise: "Wei Feng, how come you've become the same height as me? Didn't you ascend to heaven? Why did you come back?"
"It's a long story," Wei Feng said, patting his head. "Long time no see."
Wu Tuo smiled, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "Where's Jiang Gu?"
"I came here to find him." Looking at the gentle spring breeze on Qingping Peak, Wei Feng's anxiety before descending to the mortal realm inexplicably subsided.
I don't know where my master is now.
——
The Ten Directions Islands.
Jiang Gu stood in front of the cave, looking at the note left by his master, and fell silent.
This must have been left behind by that bad master.
"What's written on it?" Jiang Xiangyun asked.
"The one who tied the knot must untie it." Jiang Gu glanced at Lu Liyu. "It seems there's still hope for him."
Lu Liyu couldn't help but lean closer to take a look, and saw that there was nothing written on the paper, only a ridiculously ugly bell drawn on it.
"Is your master reliable?" Lu Liyu really couldn't figure out anything from that ugly bell.
“His aura has completely disappeared, and you don’t need to look for him anymore.” Jiang Gu sensed the lingering remnants left by his master, and realized that his master had probably left this world.
Jiang Xiangyun's expression was somewhat unpleasant. He frowned and said, "The one who tied the knot must untie it. His soul was scattered back then because of the divine power of the Wangyue Temple. Now that all the temples in the world have disappeared, where can we find divine power again?"
Lu Liyu seemed more relaxed than him, saying nonchalantly, "What's so difficult about that? The disaster at Wangyue is ultimately because of Xiao Dan. Maybe we'll have to go and kill that old bastard."
Jiang Xiangyun: "..."
Although it sounds a bit absurd, it makes perfect sense upon closer inspection.
“Master means that I should help you resolve this matter.” Jiang Gu put away the note. “In that case, I will go with you to Pingze.”
Jiang Xiangyun now knew that Jiang Gu in front of him had no previous memories and was only sixteen years old, but his every move gave him a sense of familiarity. Hearing this, he said, "In that case, thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Seven Jiang."
“It’s alright,” Jiang Gu said. “I have some memories that I haven’t been able to recall. Perhaps we did know each other before.”
Jiang Xiangyun smiled and said, "I am a few years older than you. If you don't mind, you can call me elder brother."
Jiang Gu glanced at him indifferently and walked forward.
Lu Liyu leaned closer and whispered, "Judging from this, it must be Jiang Gu. He only calls you 'Big Brother' when he needs something from you."
Jiang Xiangyun looked at the boy's indifferent back and said with a smile, "So cute."
"...You're out of your mind." Lu Liyu really couldn't understand his bizarre evaluation.
In any case, Jiang Gu eventually boarded a flying ship bound for Pingze Continent from the southernmost point, just like many years ago when he had also sneaked into someone else's flying ship and arrived in a brand new world.
This time, however, someone came to pick them up, and someone else was waiting.
A small boat traversed the vast, boundless sea, passed through the swirling, rolling clouds, and carried the gentle, warm breeze of early spring, flying northwards.
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