Chapter 60 Youthful Spring Robes (Part Six)
The fireworks reflected in the wine, rippling gently.
The wine glass was picked up and then slammed back onto the table.
"You think Jiang Gu has been possessed? I've known him for so many years and I've never seen him do anything so outrageous." The man narrowed his eyes and let out a cold laugh. "Heh, all for that divine kite shark."
A dark shadow hovered opposite him, twisting and coalescing into the shape of a young man. His face was pale, and his eyes were surrounded by a thick black. He looked at him sinisterly and said, "If I hadn't run fast, my primordial spirit would have been scattered. Jiang Lin, you didn't say that the person with that kid was Jiang Qi."
Knowing that the other party is Jiang Gu, no matter how many benefits he is offered, he will not go against this bad luck.
"Didn't I say that?" Jiang Lin smiled, propping his head up with his hand. "I'm really sorry."
"You—" The person opposite slammed his hand on the table, about to explode in anger, but was suddenly pressed down on the shoulder by a hand that appeared out of nowhere.
He turned his head and saw a humanoid puppet.
“Zhou Xiuyuan, you’ve been dead for so long and you still can’t hold your temper.” Jiang Lin picked up his wine and took a sip, then waved his hand with a smile, signaling the puppet to release the person. “Don’t be angry. If you hadn’t been so impulsive as to touch that little beast, you wouldn’t have been exposed.”
"I only recognized him because of his good looks," Zhou Xiuyuan said through gritted teeth. "I didn't even recognize him as that little beast from the Chaolong Secret Realm."
"Becoming a ghost cultivator has even affected your eyesight." Jiang Lin narrowed his long, fox-like eyes. "I went to so much trouble to gather your primordial spirit in the Chaolong Secret Realm, and you're truly disappointing."
"Stop taking credit here." Zhou Xiuyuan said disdainfully, "Jiang Gu killed me and caused my primordial spirit to disintegrate. If it weren't for the Gathering Spirit Scroll left to me by my grandfather, do you think you could revive me by piecing together my shattered primordial spirit?"
"So you've turned your back on us like this. Besides me, who else remembers to save you? The Zhou family?" Jiang Lin pretended to be heartbroken, covering half his face with his folding fan. "Or your long-dead Daoist partner?"
"You—" Zhou Xiuyuan glared at him angrily, but forced himself to calm down. "I have already agreed to serve you for a hundred years. You don't need to use this to provoke me. It's not that I don't want to help, but I just became a ghost cultivator and my strength is too low. I have no chance of winning against Jiang Gu now. I didn't even realize it was him on the street just now."
"Even if you're at your peak, you still have no chance of winning." Jiang Lin turned to look at the fireworks outside the window. "It's so noisy."
Zhou Xiuyuan tapped the table impatiently, "Just say what else you want to do."
"Has the incense been burned?" Jiang Lin asked.
“Of course, I saw him inhale it with my own eyes.” Zhou Xiuyuan never liked to use such underhanded tricks, but now he had no say and could only swallow his anger and say, “What use is this stuff to the Divine Kite Shark? I think Jiang Gu washed it off for him.”
“What’s inhaled can’t be washed off.” Jiang Lin leaned lazily against the puppet he was sitting on, the fan scratching his chin. “It contains a special fox-clan fragrance, and my essence has been added to it. Twelve hours later, when the poison takes effect, he will come looking for me. From then on, he will only recognize me as his master, right, Qin Zhi?”
The puppet youth knelt beside him with his eyes lowered, obediently leaning closer using the force of the fan. After being patted on the face, he tried to get closer.
"Why go through all this trouble? Why not just spread the word about the Divine Iris's identity?" Zhou Xiuyuan said in a deep voice. "No matter how powerful Ren Jianggu is, he won't be able to protect the Divine Iris then."
"The battle with Jiang Gu last time took me ages to recover from my injuries. Jiang Gu is difficult enough to deal with, but if word gets out, which of the Zhou Lin family members is easier to handle than Jiang Gu?" Jiang Lin used his fan to push away Yan Jun, who was clinging to him, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "Besides, you don't understand Jiang Gu at all. If he realizes he can't protect the Divine Iris, he will definitely give up and withdraw beforehand..."
"Shen Yuan Jiao is now his disciple, and I will make him taste the bitterness of betrayal."
——
Jiang Gu looked at the black jade bracelet in front of him, then looked up at Wei Feng.
A strange and unfamiliar emotion filled his chest. It seemed neither unwilling nor happy, but rather intertwined with other feelings, leaving him with a dull and sour feeling.
I feel very uncomfortable.
Jiang Gu frowned slightly. "Why?"
"It's no use for me to take it." Seeing that he was hesitant to take it, Wei Feng grabbed his wrist and put it on him.
Jiang Gu's hands were beautiful, long and strong, fair and slender. When he wielded his sword to kill, bloodstains would appear, making them incredibly beautiful. A dark jade bracelet encircled his wrist, like ink falling onto a painting.
Jiang Gu did not refuse. He had originally planned to seize the artifact. Even if Wei Feng did not give it to him, he would find a way using another identity. However, he could not understand why Wei Feng would give it to him voluntarily.
He couldn't understand Wei Feng's complex emotions either.
But he knew that people are always selfish, and there is no such thing as kindness without a reason.
"What do you want?" Jiang Gu knew he must have something in mind.
Wei Feng shook his head and gave him a bright smile, "Master, it's enough for me to stay with you."
His emotions were so complex that Jiang Gu was forced to empathize with him, and felt slightly irritated.
Wei Feng put the bracelet on him, but held onto his wrist tightly. He placed his hand on the back of Jiang Gu's hand, slid it down and grabbed Jiang Gu's hand, and said with some grievance, "Master, it hurts."
Jiang Gu was baffled; he didn't remember Wei Feng having any injuries.
Wei Feng pulled up his sleeve, revealing the wound on his wrist caused by the blade's energy. "Look."
"..." Jiang Gu was silent for a moment.
The wound is almost healed.
"I accidentally cut myself while trying to take off my bracelet," Wei Feng said seriously, looking at him expectantly. "My throat hurts a lot today too."
Jiang Gu didn't really want to talk to him.
But Wei Feng seemed to be in a lot of pain, as if he was about to cry.
So Jiang Gu applied some spiritual energy to his wounds and throat, and Wei Feng visibly cheered up again, grabbing his hand and walking down the tower. "Master, I still want to go to the Spirit Feast at Shangqiaofang!"
Although cultivators can completely abstain from grains after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, some cultivators inevitably crave food, or need gentle recuperation. Food made entirely with spiritual energy has thus come into being. In order to maintain the taste, only a few mortal ingredients are added appropriately, which is why it is so expensive.
However, anything that can be solved with money is not a problem in Wei Feng's eyes at all.
Jiang Gu had very little appetite; at most, he would eat some pills and elixirs, but he showed no interest in touching the exquisite dishes on the table.
Wei Feng sat opposite him, poured him a cup of spirit wine, and handed it to him warmly, "Master, their spirit wine is especially fragrant, and it doesn't make you drunk. You should try it."
"I never drink alcohol." Jiang Gu didn't answer.
Wei Feng put down his wine glass with some regret and whispered, "It was delicious."
The aroma of this spirit wine is somewhat similar to the subtle fragrance emanating from Master. If Master were to drink it, he would surely—
He couldn't figure out what would happen, so he drank several mouthfuls and licked his lips, still wanting more.
...It tastes a lot like Master's.
Although Jiang Gu did not drink alcohol, he could smell the strong spiritual energy in the wine, so he did not stop Wei Feng. Since entering Longyun City, he had been staying with Wei Feng. The emotions he experienced in just a few hours were more intense than all the emotions he had accumulated in the previous decades.
He tried many methods silently along the way, but failed to sever the connection with this emotion. It seems that the root cause was the black energy that had entered his body.
However, the black aura had vanished without a trace, and after he sealed Wei Feng's meridians in the back mountain, Wei Feng no longer exhibited the ghostly markings and white pupils, and the seal has not yet been broken.
He tried several more methods, but he was not giving up.
"Master." Wei Feng looked at him with a smile, holding a jar of wine, a faint pink blush rising on his ears. "Master, I'm very happy today."
Jiang Gu was preparing to cut into his primordial spirit to study it, and was considering how to block his pain sensation. Upon hearing this, he lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.
Wei Feng chuckled and walked around the table to Jiang Gu's side, grabbing his arm and leaning against him. "Master, I like you the most."
Jiang Gu could clearly feel the affection in his heart. The intense emotion was sweet, somewhat like the satisfaction he felt when his cultivation made a great breakthrough, but much stronger. He frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Master, Master." Wei Feng hugged his arm, closed his eyes, and rubbed his cheek against his clothes. "Master, my wound doesn't hurt at all anymore, and my throat doesn't hurt either, it's just..."
He frowned, then suddenly sobbed with a hint of grievance, burying his face in his clothes and sighing contentedly, "If only you could always be like this tonight... Master, pat my head."
Jiang Gu released the seal on his dantian meridians and felt the spiritual energy within his body begin to circulate. His hand, which was about to sever his primordial spirit, paused slightly. "Are you drunk?"
Wei Feng grunted, slowly raised his head, licked his lips which still smelled of wine, and stared at his fair neck with hazy eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down twice.
With the seal broken, the emotions emanating from Wei Feng, which were already excessively intense for Jiang Gu, suddenly amplified several times over, overwhelming Jiang Gu and causing him to feel dizzy for a moment.
In that brief moment of distraction, I suddenly felt a small, warm, soft touch on my chin, followed by something quickly licking it.
He grabbed Wei Feng by the collar and yanked him away, his body radiating coldness. "Wei Feng."
"Master~" Wei Feng smiled sweetly, his voice slightly intoxicated, "I can kiss you again—"
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Gu's expression hardened, and with a forceful movement, he threw the man out of the window.
The wind whistled past his ears. Wei Feng, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, watched the lanterns on the rooftops and windows flash by in front of him. Before he could even shout, someone grabbed his arm and lifted him up again.
The spot where the master and disciple had just been sitting was now covered with poisoned needles.
People came and went on the long street. Jiang Gu landed on the ground with Wei Feng and looked up at the room on the second floor of the Qiaofang building where they had just been.
Wei Feng was still drunk and stared blankly at Jiang Gu.
A woman in a pale yellow dress sat cross-legged on the windowsill, smiling as she looked down. She twirled a three-inch-long bamboo tube in her hand twice and pointed it at Jiang Gu. "Seventh Young Master, what's the point of drinking with a little brat? When I'm drunk, I won't just kiss your chin."
Wei Feng immediately bristled, his eyes flashing with a fierce light as he glared at her, the ghostly markings on his neck faintly appearing, making him look like a wolfhound guarding its food.
Jiang Gu grabbed his neck and subtly suppressed the ghostly markings, pulling him behind him. He looked at the woman and asked, "A member of the Spirit Dragon Sect?"
The woman smiled and waved her hand, pulling out the dragon-shaped hairpin from her hair and tossing it aside casually. "I will not change my name or surname, Qu Fengyu of the Sparrow and Kite Sect."
Qu Fengyu then pointed the bamboo tube at Wei Feng, smiling broadly, "Hello, my dear nephew."
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