Chapter 322 Extra 3: Daily Life [The Impure Demon Arc]
After returning to the sixteenth heaven, Jiang Gu became extremely busy. The entire Yaoyan Immortal Palace was bustling with people, and even if Wei Feng went there eight times a day, he might not be able to catch anyone.
Moreover, they would be "invited" back by the subordinates of Linming Immortal Palace.
"Immortal Lord, the documents in the palace are almost piled up like a mountain." The person who came to see him was Wen San, an immortal official who had ascended from the lower world.
Wei Feng said, "It's not too late to see tomorrow."
"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are!" Wen San said earnestly. "There are still things to deal with tomorrow. Immortal Lord, Immortal Yao Yan has gone to the Void Realm and won't be back for two or three days. Didn't he tell you before he left that you must cultivate well and finish dealing with the affairs in the palace?"
"Hmm." Wei Feng nodded absentmindedly. "It's alright, I can finish reading those documents in an hour tonight."
As he spoke, his divine sense had already connected with the ghost mark on Jiang Gu's lower back, and he quietly poked it.
The immortal lord, who was slaying the demon, paused slightly. He raised his sword and brought it down. The filthy creature in front of him, now a demon, let out a sharp roar and turned into countless streams of foul air that dissipated into the void.
The immortal spirit dispersed, cleansing away the chaotic and foul air around him. Another, purer and denser foul air instantly enveloped him. Cool ghost patterns crawled across his back, wrapped around his neck, and pressed against his ear: "Master, are you busy right now?"
"No rush." Jiang Gu glanced at the densely packed, approaching horde of filthy demons, then used his immortal energy to completely shroud Wei Feng's demonic markings. His longsword mercilessly swept past the demonic creatures, his breath barely faltering. "What's wrong?"
“Master, it’s been six days since we last met.” Wei Feng used the ghost pattern to poke his earlobe.
"...Does spiritual communication in the sea of consciousness every night count as meeting in person?" Jiang Gu felt a slight itch from being poked by those tiny ghost patterns. He tilted his head and crushed the Demonic Core that had ambushed him with one hand.
“Spiritual communication within the sea of consciousness is not enough,” Wei Feng said matter-of-factly. “I want to see you.”
"We're going back to the Sixteenth Heaven tonight." Jiang Gu lowered his eyes and washed the filth off his hands.
But Wei Feng's nose was unusually good at smelling. Even just through the ghost patterns, Jiang Gu's back was covered with a large patch of black, sticky ghost patterns. The ghost patterns writhed uneasily with Wei Feng's mood. The ghost patterns wrapped around Jiang Gu's neck tightened slightly: "Master, I smell the scent of other filth. Where are you?"
Jiang Gu sighed almost imperceptibly: "Void."
"You went to the void to kill demons again?" Wei Feng's voice tightened instantly. "How many? Were you injured? I'm coming right away—"
"Wei Feng." Jiang Gu pinched the restless little ghost pattern in his palm.
The ghostly pattern, which had been filled with murderous intent, instantly fell silent. After a moment of silence, it said, "I will wait for you to return in your palace."
"Hmm." Jiang Gu pinched the listless little ghost mark.
Wei Feng was an impure being who ascended to immortality and also ruled over chaos. When he came to this void full of impure demons, his aura would only make these impure demons think they had found their leader and become even more frenzied. In fact, since Wei Feng's ascension, those impure beings that were originally inconspicuous in the upper realm have gradually become stronger, especially in the void. However, compared to the rampage of chaos, these impure beings that have become demons are easier to deal with.
Ever since Wei Feng accompanied him to the void once, causing a demonic rampage that nearly leaked the chaos, Jiang Gu has strictly forbidden him from entering any void at will.
The ghostly markings on its body tightened more and more, but reluctantly loosened after noticing his gaze, leaving red marks on his wrists and neck, before obediently shrinking back to its lower back.
Jiang Gu returned to the Sixteenth Heaven late at night.
He turned to close the door, only to be embraced from behind. Passionate kisses landed on the back of his ear and the side of his neck, while a slight itch emanated from his lower back. The ghostly markings on his body began to rage.
“Wei Linming,” Jiang Gu warned him in a deep voice.
The rampaging ghost patterns obediently retreated. Wei Feng was more than half a head taller than him. He wrapped his arm around Wei Feng's waist, almost trapping him in his embrace. Then he lowered his head and buried his face in Wei Feng's shoulder, taking a deep breath. His sharp canine teeth rubbed against Wei Feng's clothes with dissatisfaction.
"Let go." Jiang Gu patted his hand.
"You smell like other filth." Wei Feng patiently let his own stench gradually seep over him. "Weren't Lin Feng and Ping Ming with you?"
“They couldn’t even last a quarter of an hour there.” Jiang Gu pulled his arm away and walked forward. “These things are of the same origin as chaos, and they can erode immortal bones if you’re not careful.”
Wei Feng followed behind him, persistently sticking to him, and said, "I'll just swallow it whole, you don't have to go through all this trouble."
“Your internal energy is barely balanced now. If you swallow those things, Tianmen will have a reason to kill you.” Jiang Gu casually turned his outer robe into dust, walked around the screen, and entered the bathing pool in the back hall.
As soon as he entered the water, Wei Feng readily followed suit and went into the water to approach him.
Jiang Gu opened his eyes and met his gaze: "How was your cultivation today? Have you finished dealing with all the documents in the palace? If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."
Wei Feng submerged his head in the water and exhaled a string of bubbles.
Unfortunately, Jiang Gu completely ignored his little tricks and said coldly, "If you continue to be so careless, one day, Linming Immortal Palace will no longer be able to remain in the sixteenth heaven."
An even bigger bubble rose from the water, and a silver-blue shark tail wrapped around his calf. Wei Feng moved closer and trapped him between himself and the shark tail, rubbing his cool cheek against his chin: "Master, please help me."
“Official documents require the Immortal Lord’s own primordial spirit imprint, how can I help—” Jiang Gu’s voice suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence. Wei Feng grabbed his hand and pressed it onto the most beautiful shark scale. The scale was slightly rough to the touch… He was all too familiar with it. He frowned, “Wei Linming.”
Wei Feng smiled sweetly and leaned in to kiss his chin: "Little Immortal Lord, please."
Jiang Gu's jaw was taut, his expression cold, but the skin behind his ears, where the ghostly markings had crawled, was flushed with a damp blush. He said coldly, "If you always try to change the subject like this, you're not allowed to cry until you've finished your official business."
Wei Feng buried his head in the crook of his neck: "I'm not a teenager anymore, I stopped crying a long time ago."
Jiang Gu scoffed lightly: "What if you cry?"
Wei Feng bit off a delicious piece of immortal spirit from his neck and mumbled, "What do you intend to do?"
Jiang Gu grabbed the back of his neck: "You'll be punished by being reborn as a vile creature for three years, and you'll be living on the Seven Kill Tree in the Endless Heaven to handle your official duties."
"!" Wei Feng was shocked by his cold-blooded ruthlessness. "Jiang Gu, how could you treat me like this?"
Turning into filth means he can't have spiritual communication or dual cultivation, and he'll be at Jiang Gu's mercy. And that's not all; he'll have to handle official business alone on the Seven Kill Tree for three years—this is the greatest torture for a little filth!
Jiang Gu remained unmoved and said, "If you don't want it to be like this, then hurry up and deal with your mountain of official business."
Wei Feng stared at him and slowly narrowed his eyes: "Master, you don't mean that you think that cultivating with me is interfering with your official duties, do you?"
"No," Jiang Gu denied expressionlessly.
“Liar.” Wei Feng tightened his grip on her. “I went a bit too far during our dual cultivation last time, but Master, your eyes are just too beautiful when they’re red. Besides, impurities are different from merfolk, so I need to know which one you prefer…”
His voice grew softer and softer as Jiang Gu's gaze toward him became increasingly hostile.
“This time I promise it will only be three—one day.” Wei Feng looked at him expectantly. “Master, dual cultivation can also improve cultivation level.”
“Three hours,” Jiang Gu said seriously. “Ordinary people don’t calculate it in days when they cultivate together.”
Wei Feng slumped his head in frustration, slapped Jiang Gu's lower back with his fishtail, and muttered, "Six hours, no less."
Jiang Gu tried to speak, but he grabbed the back of his neck and silenced him with a kiss.
As it turns out, Wei Feng's temperament may become more composed, but his insatiable greed will never change. He is also good at acting cute, clinging to people, and being unreasonable. As long as Jiang Gu takes a step back, he will take advantage of the situation and force Jiang Gu to retreat ten or a hundred steps.
The landscapes, flowers, and trees on the screen are faintly visible in the rising mist. The sound of flowing water is mixed with chaotic and suppressed breathing, and occasionally there are a few angry shouts, but they are quickly swallowed up by the gurgling water.
A slender hand, covered in sticky, black ghost patterns, gripped the jade stone by the pool and tightened abruptly. The knuckles were slightly white as if the hand was trying to get up, but it was immediately covered by another hand with distinct knuckles. The hand forcefully inserted itself between the ghostly patterns, forcing the hand to tighten slowly with its own force.
Wei Feng rested his chin on the shoulder covered in teeth marks, his wet hair plastered to his forehead, water droplets sliding down his nose and splashing into the pool, creating ripples that completely disrupted the Immortal Lord's restrained and composed expression on the water's surface.
An barely suppressed groan escaped between the screen and the mist.
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The gates of the Yaoyan Immortal Palace slammed shut behind them. Wei Feng sighed contentedly, then used the ghostly runes to poke Jiang Gu's side: "Master, don't be angry. I just accidentally shouted it out. Only I heard it—"
The ghostly tattoo had its five senses ruthlessly blocked.
Wei Feng touched his nose guiltily.
In just a day and a half, he has already learned to be very restrained.
"Go back to your palace to handle official business." Jiang Gu said to him telepathically when he saw that he was reluctant to leave. "What kind of behavior is it to linger here?"
Wei Feng immediately perked up: "Don't worry, Master, I can finish this official business in three hours."
But reality was far crueler than he had imagined. The three days of dual cultivation with his master passed in a flash, and every minute and second when dealing with official business was extremely difficult. He collapsed on the table and said to Wen San, "I might as well just be a filthy thing."
Wen San laughed and said, "Immortal Lord, having many official duties is a good thing."
Wei Feng felt dizzy and lightheaded looking at the documents. With three hours about to pass and darkness already falling, he thought for a moment and said, "Wen San, go find me a storage bag that can hold all the official documents on this table."
Although Wen San was completely baffled, he obediently followed the instructions.
A quarter of an hour later, there was a gentle knock on the door of Jiang Gu's bedroom.
Jiang Gu got up, opened the door, and looked down at his feet.
There was a tiny, filthy creature, no bigger than a palm, with a storage bag on its head that was seven or eight times larger than its body. It looked up at him pitifully with teary eyes.
Jiang Gu: "..."
"Master, please, I really can't watch anymore. I want to go to Qinghuai Shenzhou with you tomorrow." Wei Feng freed one of his tentacles and carefully tugged at his sleeve.
Jiang Gu said coldly, "You're not allowed to cry."
"I didn't cry." Wei Feng sniffed. "I was holding it in."
Jiang Gu was both annoyed and amused, but in the end, he let the person in.
A moment later, his once spotless desk was piled high with official documents. Wei Feng sat in his chair, engrossed in his work, his handsome face serious and his brows furrowed tightly.
He organized the documents for Wei Feng, skillfully extracted a piece of his primordial spirit, and began to help him handle these complicated official duties.
Official documents require the Immortal Lord's personal spirit imprint, but Jiang Gu always has a way to do it.
As dawn approached, the last book on the table disappeared. Wei Feng stretched and noticed that Jiang Gu had already finished the part he had helped with and was now leaning back in his chair, taking a nap.
He smiled, then cleaned away the last trace of demonic energy remaining on Jiang Gu's body before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
Every time Jiang Gu went to the void to deal with those evil demons, he would get tainted with a lot of messy filth. Unlike his own filth, this filth would gradually erode his immortal bones. Jiang Gu naturally had a way to deal with it, but it would cause great damage to himself. Wei Feng was naturally unwilling to do so, and every time he could only pester him and try to find a way to secretly clean it up for him. Jiang Gu had no way to deal with him.
He picked the person up horizontally, and Jiang Gu frowned slightly, trying to open his eyes.
Wei Feng bent down and kissed his forehead: "Master, rest for a while, I'm here."
Jiang Gu's body completely relaxed, and she leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep peacefully.
Those evil spirits always prevented him from spending time with his master and disturbed his master's peaceful dreams.
A bunch of lowly filth, do they even deserve to trouble his master?
Wei Feng's eyes darkened slightly, and a pair of enormous kite wings appeared behind him. He then disappeared from the spot while carrying the person.
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