Chapter 56 Youthful Spring Robes (Part Two)
Wei Feng's injury has reached his very soul.
Although he hadn't had a very happy life before, he was still pampered and delicate. At most, he would be locked in a cage in the Discipline Hall for a few days and get scared. If he got hurt, he would go hunting in the back mountain with Xuan Zhiyan and get a minor injury. But he was very delicate and would complain and wail incessantly. So Xia Ling would bring a group of doctors and cultivators to wait on him.
But ever since he entered the Chaolong Secret Realm, he has been constantly injured. Peeling off scales and extracting cores, breaking wings and rotting tails are all minor injuries compared to the pain of body tempering, marrow cleansing, soul searching and body seizure.
Wei Feng soaked in the warm pool, slowly circulating his spiritual energy through his broken and blocked meridians. The pain of reshaping his meridians was long and endless. His face was bloodless, and he stared intently at Jiang Gu's reflection in the pool, as if he were competing with someone. He gritted his teeth and remained silent.
A familiar stream of spiritual energy entered his dantian without warning, then swiftly and brutally reshaped his broken meridians, resetting the bones he hadn't properly healed. Wei Feng was extremely familiar with this technique, but he had never connected the dots before, except back at Yunchi in Yanghua Sect—
Wei Feng forced himself to stop thinking.
He focused intently on following Jiang Gu's spiritual power to begin healing, clumsily learning from Jiang Gu how to repair his battered soul. Despite trembling from the pain, a sense of exhilarating joy welled up within him.
His master still cared about him.
Otherwise, why would you go to such lengths to heal his wounds?
If it were anyone else, Jiang Gu definitely wouldn't even lift an eyelid.
No one can take his master away from him, not even... not even Jiang Gu.
After the healing was finished, Wei Feng had no strength left and could no longer support his body. He slowly sank into the water, and a string of bubbles rose to the calm surface.
Before he suffocated, a long, strong hand reached into the water, grabbed his arm, and pulled him up.
Wei Feng lay on the ground coughing, too weak to even get up.
The young man already had some thin muscles, and his chest rose and fell with difficulty with his breathing. Many newly healed wounds still left red marks, crisscrossing on his fair skin. Only a hideous scar on his chest was older, but it was still particularly shocking to look at.
He lay soaking wet on the cold ground, staring intently at Jiang Gu with red eyes.
It was like a silent accusation.
Jiang Gu looked at him calmly and casually tossed him a piece of clothing. "Put this on."
Wei Feng looked down at his clothes, and struggled to reach up to support himself on the ground. But as soon as he left the ground, his wrist went weak, and he fell heavily back down.
Jiang Gu looked at him calmly, but Wei Feng seemed to see a fleeting, malicious mockery in his eyes.
Wei Feng doubted that he had seen wrong. He grabbed his clothes awkwardly and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, I have no strength left. Please help me."
Jiang Gu's eyebrows twitched slightly, and then he mercifully gave him some spiritual power, before watching him put on his clothes with a cold expression.
Wei Feng pursed his lips. Jiang Gu's scrutinizing gaze made his hands tremble slightly with nervousness. He tried to tie the belt several times but couldn't manage it. Finally, he gave up and looked up at Jiang Gu, "Master, I... I can't tie it right."
Jiang Gu was using his divine sense to investigate the situation in the secret realm. He had already fought several battles with people in the void and was completely unaware that his gaze had fallen on Wei Feng. He only withdrew his divine sense and came back to his senses when he heard Wei Feng speak.
He walked over and quickly fastened the belt for him, then bent down and held out a hand to him, saying, "Belt."
Wei Feng froze. The scent of Jiang Gu made him dizzy. The thin fabric brushed against his cheek, and the burning sensation spread from his ears to his neck and even to the blood in his whole body. He was like a fish thrown into water and slowly boiled, almost drowning in the rich scent around him.
Seeing that he didn't move, Jiang Gu lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, then reached out and pulled the belt from his hand to fasten it for him. His movements were swift and efficient. He then used his spiritual power to dry Wei Feng's wet hair. Finally, he had gained a clean, refreshed, and uninjured little disciple.
Jiang Gu was very satisfied.
Wei Feng didn't know where he got the sense from, but he could just sense Jiang Gu's satisfaction. It was like the satisfaction he felt after he had gone to great lengths to wash, comb, and dry his pet snow leopard.
Although Jiang Gu still had the same expressionless face, Wei Feng could sense a different emotion in him.
Just now, I watched him struggle on the ground with a mocking yet malicious tone.
Wei Feng was familiar with these emotions, but seeing them on Jiang Gu felt particularly novel. After all, Jiang Gu always appeared cold and aloof in front of him, but if they were on someone else…
Wei Feng abruptly stopped, raising his hand to rub his eyes vigorously, convinced it was his imagination.
"Thank you, Master." He lowered his head and tugged at his belt. Jiang Gu had tied it too tightly, making it hard for him to breathe.
Jiang Gu led him out of the cave.
When Ruan Keji saw them coming, he smiled and asked, "Have you finished treating your injuries?"
Jiang Gu nodded indifferently.
Wei Feng had never liked Ruan Keji. The moment his eyes met Ruan Keji's sharp, triangular eyes, a flash of white light passed through them, followed by a stench and a strong sense of malice and jealousy. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by a heart-wrenching hunger.
He was startled and quickly looked away, then glanced at Yu Qianning beside him. Her eyes were full of worry and concern. Wei Feng smelled a soft, sweet fragrance and sensed her concern. He nodded to her and then looked away.
He tried several more people, and without exception, they all had excessively strong smells and various emotions that made his vision blur.
Jiang Gu was talking to Ruan Keji when he noticed something was wrong. He reached out and caught him before he fell, asking in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Wei Feng stared at him with a pale face. Jiang Gu also had a scent, but apart from the strange, lingering fragrance and the chilling smell of blood, the rest was almost undetectable. Compared to those other emotionally expressive people, he was practically unrecognizable.
Wei Feng opened his mouth, grabbed his sleeve, lowered his head, and shook his head.
"He has just recovered from serious injuries, Elder Jiang, please take him to rest." Ruan Keji said, "We will set off in half an hour."
Surrounded by young disciples of the Yanghua Sect, the air was thick with strange smells. Wei Feng was forced to sense their overwhelming emotions, mostly fear and dread. The stench made him dizzy, nauseous, and vomiting. He wished he could bury his face in Jiang Gu's arms and wash his nose.
Seeing that he kept rubbing his eyes, Jiang Gu asked, "Are your eyes bothering you?"
"Hmm." Wei Feng responded sullenly, then quietly moved closer to him, grabbed his sleeve, and bent down to smell him.
Jiang Gu pulled off his sleeve and stared at him expressionlessly.
In the past, Wei Feng would never have dared to lay a hand on him a second time, but now he was so angry that he couldn't get over it, and evil thoughts arose in his heart. In a fit of pique, he grabbed Wei Feng's sleeve again, hugged him, buried his head in his arms, and stubbornly refused to let go.
"..." Jiang Gu was somewhat at a loss for words, but he had no intention of disciplining his disciple in front of so many people, so he turned a blind eye and let him be.
That idiot's brain must have been struck by lightning.
To Wei Feng's surprise, Jiang Gu did not pull the sleeve away again. He was immediately happy and almost greedily smelled the scent on Jiang Gu's sleeve, trying to drive away the messy smells of others. He secretly put a little bit of the fabric into his mouth, taking advantage of the fact that no one could see him since he was lying on his arm, and licked it a few times. Then, as if he was still not satisfied, he bit it with his teeth, completely wetting the fabric, and exhaled unsatisfiedly.
He didn't understand why he was doing this, and even vaguely realized that it was wrong. He couldn't do such a strange thing to Jiang Gu, not even with his clothes... However, an overwhelming surge of desire and craving was devouring his reason and bottom line. For a moment, he even thought that he was holding Jiang Gu himself—
Boom!
A thunderclap resounded in the distance.
Wei Feng snapped awake. He looked up abruptly but didn't see Jiang Gu. "Master?"
"Elder Jiang and Elder Ruan went to investigate the barrier," Liu Xian whispered beside him. "Seeing you were sleeping so soundly, Elder Jiang didn't wake you. He just cut off his sleeve and left."
Wei Feng opened his mouth, "How long... have they been gone?"
“You just lay down to sleep and then left.” Liu Xian estimated, “It must have been at least fifteen minutes.”
Wei Feng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a pang of inexplicable regret. If his master were here, he would surely know easily what he had done...
He slowly stuffed the piece of fabric, still bearing Jiang Gu's scent, into his pocket.
Mo Daojin, who had been watching him closely, frowned deeply.
Wei Feng noticed his gaze, turned around to meet his eyes, and was immediately choked by his pungent aura. What followed was anger, shock, and naked jealousy.
Wei Feng slowly tucked the bit of fabric sticking out of his shirt back in, a dark and damp feeling beginning to spread wildly within him. He said with a forced smile, "What are you looking at, Senior Brother Mo?"
Mo Daojin frowned and said, "Elder Jiang is your master."
“Of course he’s my master.” Wei Feng smirked. “He’ll never be yours anyway.”
Mo Daojin clenched his fist. "You'd better remember that."
After saying that, he turned and went to another place.
Wei Feng crossed his arms and stared at his back, a flash of intense killing intent passing through his white eyes.
Liu Xian, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but shiver. "Senior Brother Wei, are you alright?"
"Ah, it's nothing." Wei Feng suddenly came to his senses and said with a grin, "Let's go, let's go find Junior Sister Yu to play."
Soon, Wei Feng sat down with several familiar disciples, including Liu Xian, Yu Qianning, and Ye Zhihui. Liu Xian asked curiously, "Senior Brother Wei, where did you lead the people from the Spirit Dragon Sect? And how did they escape?"
Wei Feng, smelling the complex aromas around him, raised his hand and beckoned to them with a finger, squinting his eyes smugly as he said, "Come here and listen to me. You have no idea how exciting my journey has been..."
——
The edge of the hidden Xiyuan Realm.
Jiang Gu and Ruan Keji hid in the Concealment Formation. The exit of the secret realm was not far away, but it had been marked with magic seals and was guarded by layers of guards.
Ruan Keji frowned and said, "This place won't work. The magic seal is too strong. If we go out, we'll alert them."
“At a time like this, going out from anywhere will alert the Zhou family,” Jiang Gu said.
Ruan Keji said, "The eastern part of the secret realm is in chaos. I heard that the divine artifact seems to have fallen into the hands of the Spirit Dragon Sect. If the news is true, the Zhou family probably won't be able to get it back."
After all, the Zhou family is still slightly inferior to the Linglong Sect.
Jiang Gu was not surprised at all. Lu Zhenyi still cared about her younger brother Lu Ziming. The trouble would not fall on Wei Feng for the time being. "Let's leave from here tonight."
After saying that, he secretly channeled spiritual power into the magic seal.
"Wait—" Ruan Keji was startled and lowered his voice angrily, "Are you crazy? This is the Zhou family's magic seal. If a member of the Jiang family like you injects spiritual power into it, you'll definitely be discovered!"
Jiang Gu continued to do as he pleased, but the magic seal never issued a warning, and the patrolling disciples around him were completely unaware. Ruan Keji exclaimed in shock, "How could this be?"
Jiang Gu had no intention of explaining to him. He patiently and quietly modified a small part of the hand seal before stopping and preparing to leave.
"Elder Jiang, Jiang Gu!" Ruan Keji chased after him relentlessly. "The Zhou family's magic seal is the strongest on the Pingze Continent. How can you break their magic seal?"
Jiang Gu grew impatient with his questioning, turned around, and said expressionlessly, "I'll tell you, do you dare to listen?"
A chilling killing intent gradually spread, and Ruan Keji's expression changed slightly. He chuckled awkwardly, "Elder Jiang, please stop joking with me."
Jiang Gu glanced at him indifferently and disappeared from the spot.
Ruan Keji gritted his teeth, his face dark, and after a moment a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.
This guy surnamed Jiang will pay the price for his arrogance sooner or later!
Around midnight, a deafening roar suddenly came from the east of the Xiyuan Secret Realm, and the entire secret realm began to shake. Just as Jiang Gu had expected, it was from the direction of the ancient temple.
They are currently at the exit furthest from the ancient temple. The Zhou family has not sent many disciples to be stationed there, probably only a dozen or so, but their cultivation levels are all above the Nascent Soul stage. With the help of magic seals, they can easily trap cultivators in the Mahayana stage.
A powerful clan like the Zhou family wouldn't care about the lives of the Yanghua Sect members. If they were trapped in this secret realm for a year or two, they would almost certainly die given their cultivation level.
Therefore, the disciples of Yanghua Sect were very obedient, clearly knowing that they were fleeing for their lives, and closely followed behind Jiang Gu and Ruan Keji, afraid of missing their instructions.
Wei Feng stayed close to Jiang Gu, listening alertly to the sounds around them.
The shadows of the trees swayed on the dark ground. Jiang Gu raised his hand to stop them, but Wei Feng was a step too late and bumped his head into Jiang Gu's back.
Jiang Gu turned and glanced at him.
Wei Feng gave a well-behaved and innocent smile, but made no attempt to back down.
Jiang Gu vaguely felt that something was off about him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. With important matters at hand, he put this strangeness aside and quietly began to unravel the complex magic seal.
Wei Feng's gaze fell on his belt. All of Jiang Gu's clothes were the same before. It was only after Wei Feng moved to Qingping Peak that he took complete control of Jiang Gu's clothes, ordering many clothes and robes for him, and stuffing one or two pieces into each of his storage bags. At first, Jiang Gu didn't pay any attention to it, but over time, all the clothes he wore became custom-made for him by Wei Feng. He didn't know where Wei Feng had "repaired" his own clothes.
Wei Feng has an identical belt. In fact, Wei Feng has the exact same clothes as his master. However, he doesn't wear them with Jiang Gu. If Jiang Gu wears one today, he will wear another. Jiang Gu's mind is entirely on cultivation, and he has never paid attention to these little things.
A silver belt cinched the crimson outer robe, outlining the waistline beautifully. Jiang Gu was tall with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long, slender legs. Wei Feng had heard others mention Jiang Gu's good looks more than once when he was at Touchun Peak, so he naturally knew that his master should have such a perfect appearance and figure, with everything being the most perfect.
But in the darkness, at this heart-stopping moment of escape, Wei Feng stood among a group of disciples, behind Jiang Gu, staring intently at his master's waist.
He had embraced him many times, but dared not embrace him for too long, for fear of disrespecting his teacher and offending him, and being scolded for being rebellious and ignorant of manners.
But then he remembered the scene not long ago when Jiang Gu came up to him and tied his belt...
Wei Feng's breathing became somewhat heavy, and the white pupils in his eyes flashed, making him look eerie and sinister.
Jiang Gu turned around sharply to look at him. Almost at the same moment, a Zhou family disciple guarding the exit looked directly in their direction and shouted sternly, "Who's there?!"
Everyone was startled, but what followed was the sound of spiritual energy exploding. Two orbs of light were rapidly moving towards them from afar, accompanied by the collapse of mountains and the flying sand and stones. The surging spiritual energy formed a huge gale that swept past.
It's at least a battle between cultivators at the Mahayana stage!
"Now's the time!" Jiang Gu shouted coldly, completely releasing the magic seal.
"Hurry up!" Ruan Keji shouted to the group of disciples, and together with Jiang Gu, they charged into the guards who had been distracted by the fighting.
The Zhou family disciples clearly hadn't expected so many people to be lying in ambush here. In addition, Jiang Gu and Ruan Keji's ruthless methods gave them the illusion that there were many attackers.
"Re-form the hand seals!" a member of the Zhou family shouted.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Mu Si led Ye Zhihui and Yu Qianning, along with several female disciples, to escape through the gap. Liu Xian and a group of disciples with lower cultivation levels also managed to escape. Finally, Mo Daojin and Wei Feng escorted several injured disciples. Unexpectedly, two members of the Zhou family suddenly appeared and blocked the exit, raising their swords and slashing at them without saying a word.
However, in the next instant, a snow-white longsword blocked the opponent's path. Jiang Gu, who was holding back the Zhou family members with the highest cultivation levels, also had to spare some attention to save their lives. His voice was as cold as ice, "Go."
Mo Daojin gritted his teeth and carried an unconscious disciple on his back, then helped up another seriously injured disciple, who was pushed out of the entrance from behind.
Wei Feng followed suit, pushing several injured disciples out and clinging to the spiritual energy barrier at the entrance to look back.
The powerful beings engaged in combat had already closed in, and amidst the rising gales, some disciples had already been sucked into the vortex of the battle and turned into mincemeat.
"Master, come quickly!" Wei Feng shouted to Jiang Gu, with several lone disciples behind him.
"Ignore them!" Ruan Keji flew to the exit, his eyes flashing, and grabbed Wei Feng by the collar, trying to drag him out with him.
Jiang Gu dying here is exactly what he wanted!
Sensing intense malice, Wei Feng's fingernails suddenly grew longer and slashed towards Ruan Keji's neck. The night was dark, and Ruan Keji couldn't see the attack clearly, but he instinctively let go to dodge. Seeing that he was about to be attacked by the gale, he decisively turned around and flew away on his sword.
Wei Feng crashed heavily to the ground. Before he could even cry out in pain, he hurriedly got up. Jiang Gu grabbed the last two surviving disciples and threw them far away from the entrance that was about to close again. Then, his spiritual power surged and blocked the combined attack of three Nascent Soul stage cultivators. He flew swiftly through the three-way encirclement on his sword, heading straight for Wei Feng.
Wei Feng's dark pupils reflected the fluttering red robes, making him look like a demon who had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Yet, he remained indifferent, and accompanied by a chilling fragrance, his cold and stern features suddenly drew closer.
He felt a sudden dizziness and found himself standing behind Jiang Gu, on the flying sword, his face covered in the cold night wind.
"Master!" he exclaimed with delight and admiration.
"Stand firm." Jiang Gu took out a jade hairpin and fused it into the longsword in his hand, facing the dozen or so gatekeepers who were still entangled with him.
The aftershocks of the collision of spiritual energies swept over, and a female voice rang out in the sky: "Lu Zhenyi, hand over the divine artifact!"
"Zhou Ningjiang, don't push your luck!" another male voice said angrily.
"Then you won't be leaving Xiyuan today!"
The entire secret realm began to shake violently. Wei Feng turned his head and saw countless blinding white lights shooting out from the ground. Sand swept across the dark night, and distant mountains began to collapse and fall rapidly.
"Hold on!" Jiang Gu's voice came from the wind, and the flying sword suddenly spun around and rushed towards the exit where only one person could pass.
The snow-white sword light pierced the night, and scalding blood splattered all over Wei Feng. He was pulled backward uncontrollably by the enormous force, and in his panic, he grabbed Jiang Gu's waist from behind.
The entrance seal, compressed into a gap, suddenly closed behind Wei Feng with a deafening roar that shook the secret realm, severing a few strands of hair from his ponytail.
The aftershocks of the collapse of the secret realm arrived with a roar, breaking through the magic seals along with it. Jiang Gu turned around and pulled him into his arms. Under the impact of the aftershocks, he quickly rode his sword forward, but he still couldn't keep up with the speed of the spiritual energy gale. Wei Feng felt as if a terrifying force had slammed into his internal organs. Then, the two of them flew forward at an incredible speed and crashed heavily to the ground.
Wei Feng's vision suddenly went black, and his ears were ringing. Someone was patting his face. He struggled to open his eyes, and the scene around him was hazy and blurry. He blinked several times and finally saw Jiang Gu's face. He was frowning and his lips were moving as if he was calling his name.
"...Wei Feng?"
Wei Feng heard his voice, grinned, and gave him a bright smile. "Master, you're really amazing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, blood began to flow from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and ears.
Jiang Gu stuffed a few pills into his mouth, then picked him up and carried him horizontally.
Wei Feng nestled in his arms and sighed softly, "Master... please don't keep holding me like this, it's embarrassing if people see us."
Jiang Gu ignored him and carried the person forward steadily.
Wei Fengxue grinned and reached out to tug at his shirt. "Master, my seventeenth birthday is in three days. Will you celebrate with me?"
Jiang Gu lowered his eyes, gave him a cold look, and silently refused.
Under a bright moon and sparse stars, the vast Xiyuan Secret Realm behind the two collapsed with a deafening roar. The cultivators trapped inside seized the opportunity to escape, transforming into countless streams of light that flew into the sky. The dust from the explosion of spiritual energy soared into the sky, obscuring the moon and plunging the entire world into darkness for a moment.
Wei Feng straightened up, wrapped his arms around his neck, leaned on his shoulder, and looked back curiously. Strange black lines wandered across his face as he stared at the countless corpses in the distance. His eyes reflected the tangible resentment rising from them, and a sinister yet excited smile appeared on his face.
He watched for a while, then shrank back into Jiang Gu's arms, grinning foolishly despite his blood-covered face. "Master, I want to go to Longyun City to see the fireworks."
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