Chapter 66 Youthful Spring Robes (Part Twelve)
Wei Feng's neck was almost broken by his foot being stepped on, but he was extremely excited.
Although this man surnamed Zhou had done many outrageous things to him, and he hated Zhou Huaiming to the core, when he remembered that the person who did these things was actually his master, he suddenly didn't hate him as much anymore.
Perhaps his master was trying to train him.
Wei Feng gripped his calf, his breathing becoming rapid. He couldn't bring himself to hate Jiang Gu, but he also felt wronged. His love and hatred were completely in turmoil. Although he knew it was disrespectful to his master, he couldn't control himself, even though it was just to test Jiang Gu.
"Didn't you always... want me to be your furnace?" His hand slid down weakly due to the pain, yet he almost felt a pleasure in Jiang Gu's anger. "Why... are you unwilling now?"
Jiang Gu laughed angrily, "You think you're worthy?"
The boots moved away from his neck and stepped on his restless paw; the sound of bones cracking was especially clear in the setting sun.
Wei Feng was in so much pain that he wanted to scream and cry out, and for a moment he even wanted to expose Jiang Gu's pretense and throw himself into his arms for comfort and protection. But he was dominated by another, more exciting and pleasurable emotion. He was covered in cold sweat and his eyes were red from the pain, but he didn't shed a single tear. Instead, he smiled fiercely and stubbornly. He gritted his teeth and said, "How am I not good enough? You pursue profit and I pursue fame. We are a match made in heaven... I will definitely treat you well in the future."
Jiang Gu's face was so dark it looked like it was about to drip water.
He cast a reverse curse, greatly weakening his perception of Wei Feng's emotions, allowing him to sense only vague fluctuations, while his perception of his own emotions became much clearer.
He now felt not only anger at being betrayed, but also resentment at being defied.
"You're courting death." He said succinctly, his aura of power no longer restrained.
The powerful and terrifying aura made Wei Feng tremble. He instinctively wanted to run away, but he still forced himself to say, "Killing me... is as easy as crushing an ant... This is not fair."
Actually, this is a ridiculous statement. In the cultivation world, the strong prey on the weak, and there is no fairness to speak of. But Wei Feng dares to say this only because 'Zhou Huaiming' is his master. The real reason is that he vaguely guessed from Jiang Gu's attitude that he must be useful to him. If Qu Fengyu's words are true, Jiang Gu will definitely not kill him before he has used him.
Wei Feng was unwilling to think about these things in detail; he preferred to believe that his master had feelings for him.
But I couldn't help feeling a pang of sadness.
Jiang Gu grabbed his collar and lifted him up. He had seen plenty of people who didn't know their own mortality, but he couldn't kill this bastard Wei Feng. Compared to Jiang Lin's betrayal, Wei Feng's actions angered him even more.
Wei Feng was still grinning at him with an air of nonchalance when Jiang Gu raised his hand and grabbed his chin, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "You're talking to me about fairness?"
Wei Feng had never seen Jiang Gu like this before.
His master, who had seemed cold yet considerate in his eyes, now looked at him with an arrogant and disdainful expression, as if he were looking at an ant struggling for its last breath. For a moment, Wei Feng felt that he was nothing more than dust beneath his feet, and that he could never even touch the hem of his clothes, no matter how hard he tried.
But this Jiang Gu was more dazzling and powerful than he had ever seen before, and breathtakingly beautiful.
Wei Feng swallowed hard, staring greedily and eagerly at the person in front of him. He didn't care about anything else. In any case, Jiang Gu was his master, so he should always be his master, and no one could take him away.
"If I don't talk to you... who do I talk to?" Wei Feng raised his bloodied and mangled hand to grab his wrist, and slowly lowered his head.
Jiang Gu frowned, unable to understand what he was trying to do, and assumed that he was showing weakness and begging for mercy.
Her blood-stained lips gently landed on the back of his clenched fist, leaving a hot, wet kiss. He lifted his eyelids and stared intently at Jiang Gu, "I can't live without Jiang Gu. I'm willing to do anything for him."
His crazed and twisted gaze made Jiang Gu frown even more deeply.
He's mentally ill.
The sounds of spiritual energy explosions rang out one after another, startling countless birds and beasts in the back mountains.
Half an hour later.
Wei Feng, who was beaten to the point of barely breathing, crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Jiang Gu, dressed in black without a single wrinkle, glanced at Wei Feng with disdain, turned and left. Wei Feng, unwilling to give up, reached out to grab him, but before he could even touch the hem of his clothes, Jiang Gu had vanished from his sight.
The ghostly markings on his neck surged wildly, trying to control him, but Wei Feng held them firmly under his collar. His white eyes flashed briefly, but never gained the upper hand.
Wei Feng clutched his neck and vomited a mouthful of foul blood. He rolled over and lay on the ground, looking up at the fiery clouds filling the sky, and chuckled softly.
The laughter grew louder and louder until he choked on the blood and coughed violently, covering his mouth and curling up in pain.
Master really did... hold nothing back.
——
Qingping Peak.
Jiang Gu removed the magical artifact that altered his appearance. As he walked up the steps, his black robes faded to snow-white. With a flick of his sleeve, the palace doors slammed shut behind him.
Jiang Gu's face darkened. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the bloody lip print on the back of his hand. The warmth of the print seemed to linger on his lips, which made him feel even worse.
Rather than making Wei Feng a Daoist partner, he preferred to simply raise him as a disciple, finding a way to help him overcome his emotional tribulations. There was nothing more troublesome or time-consuming than making a heartless Daoist fall in love.
He made a hand seal to wash away the lip print on the back of his hand, then closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.
No matter how ruthless he was in the back mountain just now, Wei Feng's ghost face and white eyes did not appear, which clearly showed that he already knew how to control those ghost patterns and white eyes... However, Wei Feng's recent behavior was indeed somewhat incongruous.
Wei Feng's actions were completely unexpected. Based on his understanding of Wei Feng, he should have at least come up with a smarter and more ruthless method instead of yielding to his opponent.
The apprentices he trained shouldn't be like this.
Jiang Gu carefully recalled everything that had happened recently, and after a moment, he coldly opened his eyes.
I see.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, followed by Wei Feng's weak voice: "Master."
Jiang Gu added a layer of barrier, closed his eyes to cultivate, and pretended not to hear.
Wei Feng, covered in blood, leaned against the door frame and pushed the door hard, but couldn't open it. However, he could clearly smell Jiang Gu's scent. He patted the door again, his blood dripping onto the ground, and pitifully called out, "Master, it's me, Wei Feng. Please open the door."
The door was closed tightly, and there was no sound at all.
Wei Feng was getting anxious, so he mustered his strength and raised his voice: "Master!"
The door remained closed.
The master doesn't want to see him?
Could it be because he was too presumptuous in the back mountain? But the master in the back mountain was using the identity of 'Zhou Huaiming', so logically, even if he was dissatisfied, he wouldn't have shown it openly. Moreover, he had given him a severe lesson, so he should have vented his anger by now...
"Master, Master, are you there?" Wei Feng knocked weakly on the door, but when there was still no response, he went around to the back window and knocked on it. "Master, Master, please open the door, I'm injured... Master!"
Inside the room, Jiang Gu had already immersed his primordial spirit into his sea of consciousness to begin cultivation. Moreover, with the barrier in place, the sounds outside could not reach his ears at all, making it extremely quiet.
But this greatly worried Wei Feng outside.
He paced anxiously around Jiang Gu's room, even attempting to forcefully break through the barrier, but was repelled by the powerful barrier. His injuries did not heal at all and instead worsened. Soon, he lost too much blood and had no strength left, sitting dejectedly at Jiang Gu's door.
It was already the morning of the next day when the barrier was opened.
As soon as Jiang Gu stepped out, he saw a blood-soaked figure curled up in a ball at the doorway.
Wei Feng was covered in injuries sustained in the back mountain, his face was deathly pale and his eyes were dark circles. When he saw him come out, his empty eyes lit up instantly, and his voice was hoarse but joyful, "Master!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed up a mouthful of foul blood, then wiped his mouth haphazardly with his bloodied and mangled hand, and gave him a docile look.
"..." Jiang Gu looked at him with a complicated expression.
“It was Zhou Huaiming who did it.” Wei Feng could no longer stand up, so he leaned against the door frame and looked up at him, his eyes reddening. “Master, it hurts so much. These injuries are too severe. I can’t heal them.”
Jiang Gu didn't really want to talk to him, and glanced at him indifferently before turning to leave, but he grabbed her sleeve with lightning speed, "Master!"
Jiang Gu's sudden coldness left Wei Feng somewhat at a loss. He asked dryly, "Master, where are you going?"
"Let go," Jiang Gu said coldly.
"No!" Wei Feng panicked and said cautiously, "Master, although I failed to kill Zhou Huaiming this time, I will definitely try my best to kill him next time. Please don't abandon me."
"How do you plan to kill him?" Jiang Gu looked down at him.
Wei Feng's face was pale, but his mind raced, and he tentatively said, "I'm going to use strategy to gain his trust first."
Jiang Gu smirked, reached out and cupped his chin, his gaze icy, "To be a second wife?"
Wei Feng froze on the spot, looking at him with surprise and uncertainty, his heart filled with turmoil.
"I'm just curious, what went wrong that you could recognize me with your brain?" Jiang Gu said, wiping away the dried bloodstains on his cheek.
Wei Feng opened his mouth, then felt as if he'd been struck by lightning, "I—"
Master knows he saw through it!? He concealed it so well, why!?
"You've been acting strangely ever since the tribulation. Was it because you saw the black jade bracelet on my primordial spirit? Or was it because of that ghost-faced, white-eyed man?" Jiang Gu narrowed his eyes and said knowingly, "They allow you to smell the scent of the heart-protecting scales and wing root blood within my body, is that right?"
Wei Feng stared at him in astonishment.
"Looks like I was right." Jiang Gu had long ago discovered that the blood from the wing root could be used as an aphrodisiac, but he didn't expect that Wei Feng could still smell the aura he had concealed after the lightning tribulation. That was the oversight.
Logically, he should have discovered it long ago, but Wei Feng was so foolish that he didn't even have the desire to investigate further.
"Master." Wei Feng trembled uncontrollably. He had considered that Jiang Gu might find out, but he hadn't expected this day to come so soon. Qu Fengyu's words suddenly echoed in his ears:
'Jiang Gu is extremely clever... You couldn't outmaneuver this heartless bastard even if you had a hundred or eighty lives...'
Jiang Gu lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, "There's no need to call me Master anymore."
In any case, Wei Feng had 'betrayed' him, and he no longer intended to have this disciple.
Wei Feng's tears, which he had held back for a day and a night, suddenly burst forth. He gripped Jiang Gu's sleeve tightly and refused to let go, "Master?"
“You can no longer kill Zhou Huaiming,” Jiang Gu said.
Just as he doesn't need a disloyal spirit pet, he also doesn't need a disciple who deceives him.
Even if he wanted to use Wei Feng to overcome his tribulation, he didn't need to keep such an unpleasant person around to get in his way. As long as Wei Feng survived until the day he ascended to immortality, he had plenty of ways to deal with him, though it would be more troublesome and dangerous.
He looked at Wei Feng coldly and said, "Get lost."
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