Chapter 49 Yanghua Cloud Sea (Thirty-Six)
The mountains and fields were littered with the corpses of beasts lying in pools of blood. Jiang Gu glanced at Wei Feng, who had already fainted in his arms, and reached out to wipe away the bloodstains splattered on his face.
He used excessive force, and Wei Feng woke up in pain. When he saw Jiang Gu, his cry of pain caught in his throat. Although his cheeks were burning, he still called out weakly, "Master."
Jiang Gu stared at his swollen cheek and fell into a subtle silence.
Something delicate.
Half an hour later, Wei Feng leaned against a tree, holding a cup of warm water in which the pill had dissolved, and looked longingly at Jiang Gu, who was holding a token beside him.
His internal injuries had been swiftly healed by Jiang Gu entering his sea of consciousness, and his external injuries had also been treated with medicine and bandaged. He was thoroughly cleaned and dressed in a refreshing outer robe. Even his meridians were filled with a comfortable, tingling sensation from abundant spiritual energy. At this moment, his eyes were full of admiration and dependence when he looked at Jiang Gu.
Jiang Gu looked down at the token; about ten of the thirty-six small white dots had already been eliminated.
The sky was dark and the cold wind howled, with occasional mournful howls of beasts.
Wei Feng took a sip of warm water and whispered, "Master, are we going to spend the night here?"
"Don't stay overnight, go find someone." Jiang Gu looked up at him, "Can you stand up now?"
Wei Feng hesitated and nodded. Then Jiang Gu lifted him onto the flying sword. His legs went weak and he almost fell, but Jiang Gu caught him from behind.
"I'm sorry, Master." Wei Feng lowered his head in remorse.
"It's normal to feel weak all over. Healing too quickly from a serious injury is not a good thing." Jiang Gu's cold voice sounded behind him. "If you are seriously injured in the future, find a safe place to heal first. Three to five hours is the best time. In the current situation, although you have plenty of spiritual energy, your meridians are blocked and cannot circulate. If you force yourself to circulate your energy, you will only explode and die."
Wei Feng, who was about to forcefully circulate his internal energy, immediately stopped moving, turned his head, and stared at him with wide, shocked eyes.
"..." Jiang Gu reached out and pressed his forehead against his head, pushing his head back down. "It's not too late to know now."
Wei Feng looked at the mountains and forests rushing past below, surrounded by a dark sky. He swallowed hard and asked, "Master, are we going to find the disciples of Yanghua Sect?"
"Hmm." Jiang Gu glanced at his legs, which were trembling from weakness, and supported his shoulders as he quietly leaned back.
Although he couldn't get into Jiang Gu's arms as he wished, the presence of Jiang Gu's slightly cool hand on his shoulder was still very noticeable. Before Feng could figure out why he did this, he was made dizzy by the faint warmth of the body behind him.
"Master, why... why did you come to find me first?" He was so nervous that he stammered.
Jiang Gu glanced at the white dot on the token that was still some distance away and said coldly, "You're close enough."
“But I seem to be the furthest away from you…” Wei Feng’s mind went blank, and he wished he could tie his tongue in knots and swallow it.
Jiang Gu said expressionlessly, "You've misjudged."
"Oh." Wei Feng nodded dazedly, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily curved up, and little fireworks exploded in his heart.
Jiang Gu is his own master, so of course he should come to save him first!
Of course, his master cares about him the most!
His master even set aside time for him to rest... He must have been heartbroken to see him so badly injured.
He suddenly felt a pang of regret. If he were still unconscious, his master would surely hold him in his arms, but then he wouldn't be able to see his master. He couldn't see him like this either, but he could talk to his master. If he pretended to faint—no, his master would definitely find out, and he would inevitably get a scolding…
As Wei Feng was lost in thought, Jiang Gu had already approached the white dot on the token on his sword. He landed with Wei Feng and set up a concealment array around him, saying, "You can meditate here."
"Master!" Wei Feng called out to him nervously.
Jiang Gu glanced at him. "I'll be back soon."
Before Wei Feng could speak again, he vanished from the spot.
Wei Feng leaned against the tree and slowly sat down, raising his hand to rub his neck, which had been stiff all the way, and muttered, "I was just telling you to be careful not to get hurt."
However, with such a powerful master, ordinary cultivators certainly couldn't harm him.
Jiang Gu quickly found the person on the white dot.
Yu Qianning clutched her injured arm, staring in terror at the cultivator who was about to pounce on her, her sword trembling in her hand. "Don't come any closer!"
The cultivator grinned lewdly, "Wife, if you cultivate with me, you will surely enjoy endless benefits. Why would a delicate young girl like you bother to venture into this secret realm? Just submit to me, and in the future—uh!"
He slowly lowered his eyes and saw the long sword protruding from his throat, its blood dripping onto the ground. He tried to turn his head in horror to see who had ambushed him, but the other party didn't give him the chance at all. With a sharp twist of the long sword in his hand, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and his soul was shattered into dust.
Yu Qianning stared blankly at Jiang Gu, who had suddenly appeared. She could no longer hold the long sword in her hand, and it fell to the ground with a clatter. "Elder Jiang?"
Jiang Gu glanced at her tattered disciple's robe. Yu Qianning awkwardly hugged her arms to cover her shoulders. Jiang Gu looked away, took an outer robe from his storage bag, and tossed it to her. "Can you still stand up?"
Yu Qianning put on her clothes, nodded, and whispered, "Yes."
"Follow me." Jiang Gu summoned his flying sword.
Yu Qianning had exhausted her spiritual power, so Jiang Gu carried her onto his flying sword and quickly landed at the concealment array where Wei Feng had been.
"Master!" Wei Feng stood up immediately upon sensing Jiang Gu's presence, and paused when he saw Yu Qianning on the flying sword. "Junior Sister Yu?"
Yu Qianning nodded to him with red eyes, "Senior Brother Wei."
She swayed slightly as she dismounted from her flying sword, and Jiang Gu reached out to help her. Yu Qianning grabbed his arm and pursed her lips, "Thank you, Elder Jiang."
Jiang Gu said, "You and Wei Feng should rest and recuperate here."
"Yes." Yu Qianning nodded in response.
She was wearing Jiang Gu's outer robe and was still holding onto Jiang Gu's arm. She had just gotten off Jiang Gu's flying sword... Wei Feng suddenly felt a subtle displeasure, but he couldn't show it, so he quickly took a step forward to support Yu Qianning so that she no longer had to hold onto Jiang Gu. "Junior Sister Yu, over here."
Yu Qianning looked at him with some emotion, "Senior Brother Wei."
Wei Feng's gaze was fixed on Jiang Gu. "Master, I've finished adjusting my breathing. I can go with you now."
“No need,” Jiang Gu said, looking at another white dot on the token, which was already faintly gray. “You stay here and guard it.”
After saying that, he flew away on his sword.
Wei Feng had no choice but to help Yu Qianning sit down. Seeing that she wanted to speak, he spoke up before she could, saying, "Junior Sister Yu, quickly adjust your breathing. This place is not safe either, and we need to travel at any time."
Seeing this, Yu Qianning didn't have time to complain or express her fear anymore, because everything else was secondary compared to escaping for her life.
About half an hour later, Jiang Gu returned with the dying Mo Daojin and another female disciple. Wei Feng and Yu Qianning quickly took them over.
"Senior Sister Yu!" The female disciple was not injured, but she was quite frightened. As soon as she got off the flying sword, she hugged Yu Qianning and cried.
"It's alright, Zhihui, don't be afraid, it's alright now." Yu Qianning hugged her to comfort her.
Compared to the disciple named Ye Zhihui, Mo Daojin's injuries were more severe. He desperately protected Ye Zhihui and another disciple, but unfortunately, the other disciple had already passed away by the time Jiang Gu arrived.
Although Wei Feng usually disliked Mo Daojin, he couldn't gloat at this time. He took the Rejuvenation Pill from Yu Qianning and put it into Mo Daojin's mouth. He looked up at Jiang Gu and said, "Master, leave this to me. I have plenty of spiritual energy now and can help heal him."
"I...I can help too," Ye Zhihui whispered.
Jiang Gu glanced at Wei Feng with some surprise.
Wei Feng grinned and gave him a silly smile.
Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Gu turned and flew away on his sword.
He didn't care about the lives or deaths of the disciples of Yanghua Sect; he was simply doing his duty in his position. Now that he was the leader of the Yanghua Sect, he had to do his best to bring them back.
As dawn approached, he brought back six more disciples. Most of them had only suffered minor injuries and had been dragged back after wandering around the secret realm.
It turns out that people become much bolder when they are scared. Normally, when these disciples saw him in Yanghua Sect, they would want to stay at least 800 feet away. But when they saw him in the secret realm, some of them were even more exaggerated than Wei Feng. They cried and wanted to cling to him and call him "father".
Unfortunately, Jiang Gu had a cold face and kept strangers at bay; even the boldest among them only dared to get a little closer to him and grab his sleeve.
Wei Feng's forehead veins throbbed all night. He was already being kind enough by saving them, but instead they were supporting his arms and pulling his sleeves. Their eyes were practically glued to his master. It's not like he didn't have a master himself!
He glanced at Jiang Gu, who was meditating and regulating his breathing, and sat down close to him, trying to block other people's view.
Jiang Gu lifted his eyelids and gave him a nonchalant glance.
Wei Feng smiled sweetly, his eyes crinkling. Yu Qianning, Mo Daojin, and the others didn't dare to get too close to Jiang Gu, but he did. He clung to Jiang Gu and said sweetly, "Master, I'm out of Qi-replenishing pills. Can you give me some?"
Jiang Gu then tossed him a bottle.
Wei Feng opened the porcelain bottle and happily popped two pieces into his mouth, chewing them slowly and deliberately, while looking arrogantly and smugly at Mo Daojin leaning against the tree.
"..." Mo Daojin was too lazy to argue with him, but he was still so angry at his smug look that he clenched his fist in his sleeve.
"Senior Sister Yu, why did you change into an outer robe?" Ye Zhihui looked at the expensive cloak Yu Qianning was wearing.
Yu Qianning's face flushed slightly. "Senior Brother Wei said this one is warmer."
Ye Zhihui covered her mouth and smiled somewhat ambiguously, "Then I understand."
Yu Qianning gently patted her arm.
Wei Feng paid no attention to the whispers over there. He noticed that since entering the secret realm, Jiang Gu's tolerance for him had increased significantly, which was a huge temptation for someone who was used to taking advantage of others.
"Master, I accidentally got my outer robe dirty." Wei Feng looked at him expectantly. "I don't have any other clothes in my storage bag."
Jiang Gu was annoyed by him so much that he casually grabbed an outer robe and tossed it to him.
This was exactly the same as the one he had exchanged from Yu Qianning. Wei Feng was a little disappointed, but he still happily put it on. Jiang Gu's outer robe was a little big for him, but it didn't matter. He pretended to touch his nose casually and smelled Jiang Gu's unique scent on the clothes. He couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.
Jiang Gu found it hard to describe and wondered if this was some kind of bad habit of the Divine Kite Shark. He interrupted him, "Do you know a cultivator named Lu Ziming from the Spirit Dragon Sect?"
"Lu Ziming? Who?" Wei Feng raised his head blankly.
Jiang Gu spread out his divine sense and looked at the Linglong Sect cultivator walking towards them from a distance. He slowly narrowed his eyes and said, "Perhaps you will remember him when you see him."
"Huh?" Wei Feng blinked in confusion.
Before he could finish wondering, Jiang Gu grabbed him by the back of his collar and threw him out of the concealment array.
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