Chapter 4 The Dragon's Secret Realm (Part 4)
Wei Feng followed Jiang Gu and Wu Tuo at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
He dared not get too close, after all, he had almost had his claws chopped off when he accidentally touched Jiang Gu's clothes earlier. He also dared not get too far away, given how ruthless this guy was, he could easily behead him if he was slightly displeased.
In fact, Wei Feng's intuition was correct.
Inside the soundproof enclosure, Wu Tuo asked curiously, "Master, what do you plan to do with him?"
"The seal will fade if you get close to him." Jiang Gu said thoughtfully, "It might be useful to refine it into a magical artifact and wear it."
Just as Wu Tuo was about to take out the magic weapon he had refined, he saw Jiang Gu frown and turn to look at Wei Feng, "But it's very dirty."
The boy, whose clothes were tattered, stained with blood and dust, gave him a bright and cheerful smile when he turned around, not caring at all that half of his arm and shoulder blade were injured to the point that the white bone was exposed.
Jiang Gu calmly withdrew his gaze. "We'll talk about it later."
Wu Tuo painstakingly put the magic weapon back, unconditionally agreeing, "It is indeed very dirty; I wouldn't really like to eat it."
"You seem quite happy to eat that flower essence laced with corpse oil." Jiang Gu flicked away the bubbles it was carrying. "Stay away from me until you've digested it."
Utuo followed behind him, sullenly lying inside the bubble.
It was probably because Wei Feng, a minor Qi Refining cultivator, was seriously injured that Jiang Gu's travel speed was much slower. They basically didn't encounter any spirit beasts or cultivators along the way, which Wei Feng guessed was because the other party released a powerful pressure.
However, he didn't feel it at all.
Wei Feng had a hundred and eighty mischievous ideas running through his mind, but on the surface he pretended to be well-behaved and innocent. When Jiang Gu stopped to rest, he also chose a tree to sit down far away, and his wound finally began to hurt belatedly.
However, he was hesitant to take out the pills to heal his injuries. Although this person might not even care about his things, he might also be the kind of greedy person who would plunder anything—just like him.
Wei Feng cautiously observed Jiang Gu and Wu Tuo in the distance. He didn't know what Jiang Gu said, but the little cat excitedly jumped out of the bubble and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
He was in so much pain that he couldn't bear it any longer. He licked the dry blood off his lips, secretly took out a high-level blood-restoring pill from his storage bag, and put it in his mouth.
"Are you trying to die too slowly?"
A cold voice suddenly exploded in his ears, and Wei Feng's hand trembled, causing the high-grade pill to fall to the ground, rolling twice and getting covered in dust.
Wei Feng glanced at the pill with heartache, then looked up obediently and said, "Senior, my wound hurts terribly."
Jiang Gu closed his eyes and sat in meditation, ignoring him.
Wei Feng awkwardly touched the tip of his nose, quickly grabbed the pill and put it into his storage bag. He pondered the other party's intentions for a moment, then secretly took out a mid-grade blood-restoring pill and stuffed it into his mouth. When he looked up, he met Jiang Gu's cold gaze in the distance, and immediately held it in his mouth, not daring to swallow.
Jiang Gu had never seen such a stubborn kid who was courting death. This reminded him of when he had just subdued Wu Tuo and caused chaos, and his face turned even uglier.
Under the killer gaze of the other party, Wei Feng silently spat out the mid-grade healing pill.
Jiang Gu closed his eyes and continued meditating.
Although he was very dissatisfied with Jiang Gu for preventing him from healing, he had no choice but to bow his head when he was under someone else's roof. Wei Feng did not make any further moves and his gaze lingered on Jiang Gu's hand.
Since I can't beat him, maybe I can steal the ring secretly, or wait until he gets the Divine Kite Shark Scale before stealing it. I just don't know if I'll be alive by then.
But as long as you don't die, you can live.
Wei Feng licked the bloodstains between his teeth with some annoyance. The scent of the pills still lingered on them. If it weren't for the sudden strangeness in his body, and the fact that no one would accept the bounty mission even if he posted it with spirit stones, he would never have come down the mountain. Usually at this time, he would either be going to see the flowers at Cloud Sea Cliff with his junior sister or hunting in the back mountain with Xuan Zhiyan, instead of being half-dead here, watching other people's faces and relying on their whims.
A fine, persistent itch spread from the back of his neck to his fingertips, and he couldn't suppress the restlessness in his dantian. He clenched his fists and looked at the unmoved cultivator in the distance, then quietly moved a little closer to him.
"Senior," Wei Feng tentatively asked, "Senior?"
Jiang Gu listened to the boy's clear voice but didn't want to pay him any attention.
Wei Feng decisively concluded that he had already entered a meditative state. After all, he had overheard the sect elders' lectures while he was asleep, and cultivators cannot sense the outside world when they are in a meditative state.
So he became bolder, grimacing as he covered his aching and itchy arm, and pulled out a hemostatic talisman from his storage bag.
Jiang Gu stared at the boy outside and the hemostatic talisman for a long time in his sea of consciousness, thinking that Wei Feng was afraid that he would not allow it. Just as he was about to open his eyes, he heard Wei Feng drooping his head and muttering, "Bullshit hemostatic talisman, how can I use it?"
"..." This was the first time Jiang Gu had ever seen a cultivator who didn't even know the most basic incantation for stopping bleeding since he was born.
What an utterly idiotic fool!
Wei Feng listlessly put the talisman away and tidied up the weeds at his feet for a while. Blood dripped from his shoulders, back, and palms into the soil, but the pain relieved most of the itching. He sat cross-legged in the grass he had plucked bare and idly swayed back and forth.
Jiang Gu's head ached from being shaken, and he said coldly, "Sit still."
Wei Feng was startled again, but seeing that Jiang Gu hadn't opened his eyes and didn't seem to intend to kill him anytime soon, he immediately squatted down and shuffled forward a few steps, grinning as he asked, "Senior, where are we going?"
Jiang Gu was momentarily overwhelmed by the strong smell of blood. When he opened his eyes, he found that the brat had already scurried a few steps away from him. He wanted to tell Wei Feng to get lost, but the scar on his neck began to burn slightly again, and he swallowed the words back. "You don't need to know."
He could refine it into a stone and wear it close to his body; if the seal could be broken, he could endure it for a while.
"Oh." Wei Feng licked his dry lips. Seeing that the man didn't seem to want him to leave, he pressed his advantage and said, "Senior, may I go get some water?"
He was only at the Qi Refining stage and had not yet abstained from grains. He was also seriously injured and was starving.
Seeing that the seal had loosened, Jiang Gu's mood improved slightly, and she pinched a water balloon and threw it into his arms.
Wei Feng was stunned for a moment, holding the suddenly appearing water ball. He reached out and poked it suspiciously. The thin water ball burst open instantly, scattering into countless water droplets that enveloped him. In an instant, all that remained before his eyes was a white mist. Then, the wound that exposed his white bone began to heal rapidly. Cool and sweet water flowed down his throat, and the burning itchiness on his fingertips gradually subsided. Even his dirty face and clothes were washed clean.
While Wei Feng wasn't paying attention, the mask he used as a disguise was dissolved by the spiritually rich water, revealing his true appearance.
Wei Feng looked at his healed wound with delight, and his slightly droopy eyes became even brighter. "Thank you, senior!"
That face was bright-eyed and white-toothed, fresh and handsome. Jiang Gu's gaze paused for a moment, then shifted away with a hint of disdain.
Wei Feng, however, was completely unaware. He rolled up his tattered sleeve to show him his healed wound and said happily, "Senior is really amazing!"
The young man's slender, fair forearms were somewhat dazzling. Jiang Gu was not used to being so close to people, and said coldly, "Go back and sit down."
Wei Feng's excitement was suddenly dampened, but he was used to being scolded by the elders in the sect, so he shamelessly said "Oh" and ran back to the patch of grass he had scrawn bare to sit cross-legged.
Judging from his posture, he seems to be preparing for meditation and cultivation, so he's not beyond help yet.
The moment Jiang Gu had this thought, the meditating boy leaned against the tree trunk as if he had no bones, emitting soft snores.
"..." Jiang Gu was silent for a moment, then closed his eyes and continued cultivating.
Two hours later, after digesting the flower essence and washing himself until he smelled fragrant, Wu Tuo squatted down next to the boy who was sleeping sprawled out, and asked in surprise, "How could he sleep like that?"
Not to mention that every young man of his age in the Jiang family cultivates day and night, he should not be sleeping so soundly now that he is being held hostage by Jiang Gu and his life is uncertain.
But he not only fell asleep, he slept soundly while hugging the tree trunk.
Wu Tuo couldn't understand and wanted to ask its master, but Jiang Gu was cultivating, so it didn't dare to disturb him. It raised its two little front paws and slapped them onto the boy's fair and jade-like cheeks.
"Ah!" Wei Feng suddenly sat up, reaching for his book without even opening his eyes, muttering impatiently, "It's that old bastard Qi Fengyuan's class again!?"
Wu Tuo was amused by him. Wei Feng lowered his head sleepily and met its round cat eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief and then squatted down curiously to look at it again after a moment.
Utuo looked at him curiously. The cleaned boy looked so white that he seemed to glow. If he were to be refined into a Wufang Stone by his master, he would definitely be a beautiful stone.
Wei Feng loved furry animals; he even kept a few spirit leopards at Yanghua Sect. But he had never seen such a peculiar little creature before. He had no idea what terrifying things this kitten was thinking, so he boldly poked its little paw and asked, "What kind of spirit beast are you?"
Utuo proudly puffed out his chest, "I am an ancient Crimson Flame Divine Beast."
"Wow." Wei Feng exclaimed dramatically as he looked at the snow-white fur on its chest and paws, but in reality, he had never heard of any ancient Crimson Flame Beast. He chuckled and said, "You're really amazing."
Wu Tuo nodded reservedly, then turned to look at his master who was cultivating, and asked in confusion, "Kid, aren't you cultivating?"
Wei Feng's face immediately fell, and he said with a bitter expression, "What's the point of cultivating? Why should I make things difficult for myself? Eating, drinking, and having fun are much more enjoyable."
"Don't you want to ascend to immortality?" Wu Tuo asked doubtfully. "Aren't you worried about your lifespan running out and you dying?"
"No, I don't want to at all." Wei Feng lay sprawled on the ground, like a salted fish that had been dead for eight hundred years. "So what if I die? I'll work hard and tirelessly to cultivate, only to be killed by someone else in the end, or struck dead by heavenly lightning during my tribulation. I won't get to enjoy any of the pleasures of this world. What's the difference between cultivating like that and dying?"
“But…” Wu Tuo wanted to refute him, but his already small brain couldn’t come up with a reason. He was even slightly persuaded by him, and his Dao heart wavered for a moment.
"U-Tuo." Jiang Gu's icy voice rang in its ears, jolting it awake.
"Master!" Wu Tuo ran towards Jiang Gu with a guilty conscience.
"Senior, you're awake!" But someone else ran faster than him.
The boy ran towards him like a reckless fireball. Jiang Gu flicked his fingertips, and an invisible barrier was formed between the two of them. Wei Feng was blocked three zhang away and looked at him in a daze.
Wu Tuo was not stopped by the barrier. He ran to Jiang Gu's feet and rubbed against his ankle. "Master, I'm clean."
"Hmm," Jiang Gu replied indifferently. "I'm leaving."
"Okay!" Utuo wagged its tail happily at him, jumped into its little bubble, and floated beside him.
Wei Feng, who was blocked three zhang away, touched his nose that had been bruised, shrugged indifferently, and followed after him with his broken little sword on his shoulder.
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