Chapter 64 Youthful Spring Robes (Part 10)
As night deepened and the fog thickened, a slight movement finally broke out in the deathly silent palace of Qingping Peak.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, Master, be gentle... Ouch!"
Wei Feng clutched his claws, his eyes red with pain. As his emotions calmed down, the ghostly markings on his face gradually faded down to his chin, and his white pupils gradually turned a hazy gray, barely revealing Jiang Gu's indistinct figure.
His hands and feet, pierced by the magical artifact, were covered with magic arrays drawn by Jiang Gu and were slowly healing. However, even with the support of spiritual power and elixirs, the process of growing flesh and bone was still excruciatingly painful, beyond the endurance of ordinary people.
Wei Feng is clearly a normal person.
He was in excruciating pain, trying to break free from the healing magic arrays, but Jiang Gu held him down with one hand, rendering him immobile. He could only plead for mercy, "Master, can I wait a while... wait a while before you treat me?"
"You might as well wait until you die," Jiang Gu said coldly.
Wei Feng was choked and looked at him pitifully with downcast eyes. He kept talking while enduring the pain, "Master, then you should take a look at my head. It hurts so much it feels like it's going to split open."
Blood flowed down his temples and into his ears. His face was pale, and he looked like he was about to die. But Jiang Gu had already investigated and found that, perhaps because of the bloodline of that ghost-faced, white-eyed man, although he was extremely stupid, his brain was not damaged.
"It's nothing, you can stay here and heal your wounds." Jiang Gu used a magic array to immobilize him before getting up to leave.
"Master!" Wei Feng suddenly broke free from the magic array, and a bloody hand grabbed his wrist.
He broke free easily, showing no trace of the struggle and begging he had just endured. Jiang Gu lifted his eyelids and looked at him indifferently.
“I… I’m afraid Jiang Lin will suddenly attack again.” Wei Feng refused to let go, blood staining Jiang Gu’s white clothes. He drooped his head. “I was just lured away by him in my dream, and when I woke up, I was in a strange place and almost lost my life.”
"I will spread my divine sense throughout Qingping Peak, so he can't get in." Jiang Gu knew he was used to playing the victim and didn't want to pay him any attention.
Wei Feng bit his cheek, slowly loosening his grip on his wrist, but then carefully cupping his fingers together, and said with a sob in his voice, "Master, I'm really scared. Not only Jiang Lin, but Zhou Huaiming is also lurking in the shadows, and there's this Ghost Pattern and White Eyes. I don't know when they'll come out. I... I keep thinking strange things, and I'm not myself anymore. Master, please have pity on me."
As he spoke, tears streamed down his face, hot tears falling one by one onto Jiang Gu's hand.
Jiang Gu could clearly sense his fear.
He felt that Wei Feng was utterly useless and couldn't feel any pity for him. He even wanted to teach him a lesson. However, before he could speak, Wei Feng snuggled up to him and hugged his waist, burying his face in his chest and sobbing in a muffled voice, "But Master, I won't be afraid if you're here."
Their warm bodies pressed together through the thin fabric, Jiang Gu could even feel his breath and heartbeat.
In Jiang Gu's eyes, Wei Feng was nothing more than a pawn kept by his side to help him overcome tribulations and attain enlightenment. He was clingy, spoiled, and prone to crying. In Jiang Gu's opinion, he was utterly hopeless. Whether as a disciple or a spirit pet, he would be hard to satisfy, and it would be absolutely impossible for him to be a Daoist partner.
But no matter how much torment and pain he suffered, he still relentlessly clung to him, as if he were more effective than any magic medicine.
This feeling was really strange. Jiang Gu frowned, feeling that he couldn't let Wei Feng develop this bad habit of relying on others.
He raised his hand to push the person away, but Wei Feng leaned in and rubbed his cheek against his palm, smearing blood all over his hand.
Those eyes, now dark and clear, stared at him without blinking. Despite being covered in blood and wounds, she gave him a sweet smile. "Master, you can cultivate here. I promise I'll behave and won't bother you."
Jiang Gu frowned even more deeply.
Fear, anxiety, trepidation, bitterness, unease... a jumble of emotions surged through Wei Feng's heart, while Jiang Gu felt a sharp pain in his chest. These were emotions that didn't belong to him, yet they still made him feel uneasy.
In the end, he stayed.
"Don't let your mind wander," Jiang Gu warned him coldly.
Before he figured out how to sever the emotional connection, Wei Feng's emotions had such a strong influence on him that they even interfered with his decisions.
"Yes." Wei Feng obediently put his hands and feet back into the healing array, moved to the corner of the bed, and said expectantly, "Master, you can meditate and cultivate on the bed. I can protect you."
Jiang Gu glanced at him impatiently and began to meditate.
Wei Feng felt a little relieved. He leaned against the corner of the bed, treating his injuries while watching Jiang Gu. He was in so much pain that cold sweat was pouring down his forehead, but he didn't utter a sound.
As dawn broke, Jiang Gu finished regulating his breathing and vaguely located the dark energy within his body. However, he was not entirely confident that he could remove it, so he did not act rashly.
He slowly opened his eyes, and heard a soft breath beside him.
Wei Feng had somehow snuggled up to him, curled up close to his legs, clutching his sleeve. His face and neck were covered in dried bloodstains, his eyelashes were wet and clumped together, and his eyes were slightly swollen. Clearly, he had been crying again for some unknown reason.
He had been exhausted and mentally drained during this time; his face had become noticeably thinner, and his eyes and brows were filled with fatigue and unease.
Just as Jiang Gu got up, the boy, who had been fast asleep, suddenly jumped out of bed and grabbed his hand, exclaiming, "Master!"
"..." Jiang Gu turned his head and looked at him coldly.
This guy is like a stubborn plaster that you can't get rid of.
Seeing that he was about to cry again, Jiang Gu said coldly, "If you cry again, I'll gouge out your eyes."
Wei Feng kept a straight face and said firmly, "I didn't cry."
"Now that you're awake, go for a walk around the mountain first, then practice your swordsmanship. When it's time, go to Touchun Peak for class," Jiang Gu said. "The sect competition is just around the corner, so we can't afford to be the slightest bit lax."
Wei Feng opened his mouth, but didn't dare to refute, "Will Master be with me?"
"You're not a three-year-old." Jiang Gu had already finished regulating his breathing and didn't need to meditate for the time being, so he naturally didn't need to care about Wei Feng's feelings. Even if this bastard was crazy now, it was none of his business. "Want me to invite you?"
Seeing his cold face, Wei Feng didn't dare to act cute or silly anymore. Even though his injury had just healed, he obediently went to practice his sword skills around the mountain.
Jiang Gu flicked his sleeve, and a small fragment of Wei Feng's primordial spirit fell out.
Last night, Wei Feng swallowed that small wisp of his primordial spirit himself. Jiang Gu had already noticed it when Wei Feng's ghostly markings slipped into his sleeve, but he did not stop him.
He had already placed a curse on that small ball of primordial spirit. Even if Wei Feng didn't swallow it himself, he would find a way to send that ball of primordial spirit back into Wei Feng's body. If the curse on this ball of black energy couldn't be broken, he would simply place a reverse curse to restrain it, using its own methods against it, which would be the most time-saving and effortless. And as it turned out, his approach was effective. At least after adjusting his breathing in the middle of the night, he was able to vaguely find the source of that ball of black energy, and Wei Feng's emotions had a much weaker influence on him.
Jiang Gu slowly and methodically crushed the fragment of the primordial spirit.
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People were still coming and going on Touchun Peak, mostly young disciples who were loud and boisterous and seemed to have inexhaustible energy.
The sound of the bronze bell signaling the end of get out of class echoed throughout the valley.
Wei Feng walked out of the Foundation Establishment Academy with his books in his arms and a droopy look on his face. Liu Xian, who was waiting outside the academy, immediately came over and said with a smile, "Senior Brother Wei, do you want to go hunting beasts in the back mountain during your lunch break? Junior Sister Yu and Senior Brother Mo are also going. Senior Brother Xuan asked me to call you to come along."
"I'm not going." Wei Feng felt annoyed as soon as he heard the words "back mountain".
He still had the ice bow and black arrows his master had given him in his storage bag, and he didn't plan to take action until he had completely figured out Zhou Huaiming and Jiang Gu's identities.
After all, the sect competition hasn't started yet, and the deadline given by the master is before the end of the sect competition.
"Senior Brother Wei, go ahead." Liu Xian approached mysteriously. "Senior Brother Xuan said this is special training before the sect's grand competition. The spirit stones we pooled together were used to hire the new elders for extra training. He said he paid the spirit stones for you out of respect for Wu Tuo. If you don't go, you'll be ungrateful."
"Tsk." Wei Feng frowned unhappily. "Damn Xuan Zhiyan, he didn't come himself but sent you to provoke me."
Liu Xian smiled sheepishly, "Let's go, senior brother, they're all waiting."
Wei Feng thought for a moment and realized that since there were so many disciples and a new elder on the back mountain, Zhou Huaiming might not appear. So he felt relieved and followed Liu Xian to the back mountain on his sword.
"Wei Feng, Liu Xian, over here!" Xuan Zhiyan waved to them from afar.
Wei Feng led his men down and saw Yu Qianning, Ye Zhihui, Mo Daojin, and Mu Si. They were all acquaintances from the secret realm. Their relationship wasn't particularly good, but it wasn't too bad either.
However, he and Mo Daojin had always disliked each other. If you really trace it back, it started when he was a child and this Mo guy accidentally kicked him off a cliff. Over the years, they had accumulated at least a thousand or eight hundred grudges. But since they had gone through life and death together in the secret realm, they were never really at the point of fighting to the death.
Mo Daojin only lifted his eyelids to glance at him.
"Senior Brother Wei." Yu Qianning smiled when she saw him and bowed respectfully.
"Junior Sister Yu," Wei Feng nodded to her, "Junior Sister Ye."
Ye Zhihui smiled shyly and took Yu Qianning's arm. Mu Si snorted coldly, "We've been waiting for you. Take your time."
"The elder isn't here yet, so how am I late?" Wei Feng disliked Ruan Keji, and by extension, he disliked Mu Si, this big guy. He was looking for someone to vent his anger on when Ruan Keji bumped into him. "If you're looking for—"
"Hey, hey, alright, alright." Xuan Zhiyan stretched out his arm to stop him, hooked his arm around his neck, and squeezed the soundproof barrier to whisper, "The tutoring elder is coming soon. Don't argue and leave a bad impression on her. Besides, we're here for tutoring and extra practice. The important thing is the sect competition, you know? Ancestor, don't you want to earn some face for your master?"
Once Wei Feng gets angry, no one can stop him. Xuan Zhiyan had long since figured out his thoughts. Mentioning anything else would definitely not work, but mentioning Jiang Gu would definitely be effective.
Sure enough, upon hearing his master's name, Wei Feng immediately suppressed his arrogance and asked suspiciously, "Which new elder did you find? Can he really train us?"
"We'll know if we can try." A bright female voice rang out from above them.
Everyone was startled and looked up at each other.
Qu Fengyu hung upside down from a tree branch, arms crossed, and waved to them with a smile, "Good afternoon, you little rascals~"
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