Chapter 81 Youthful Spring Robes (Twenty-Seven)
Jiang Lin's hand holding the fan trembled slightly. He looked at the boy in front of him in disbelief and was forced back dozens of steps. The veins on the back of his hand bulged from the excessive force.
How is that possible? He clearly sensed that Wei Feng's cultivation level was only at the second level of Qi Refining, and this is the second level of Qi Refining!?
Seeing this, Zhou Xiuyuan decisively made a move, drawing his longsword and aiming it straight for Wei Feng's back. However, halfway through, a ferocious ghost pattern shredded the sword. Before he could react, a ghost pattern suddenly attacked his brow. Just as it was about to penetrate, Zhou Xiuyuan was suddenly pulled from behind, and the ghost pattern was blocked in front of him by a Taoist formation.
“Grandfather?” Zhou Xiuyuan glanced at him with lingering fear.
Zhou Huaiming's expression was grave. "Step back!"
But it was too late.
The dark, swirling ghostly patterns coiled and intertwined, completely blocking their retreat.
Zhou Ningjiang's expression changed upon seeing the ghostly pattern, and she hurriedly retreated. However, the ghostly pattern was much faster than her, surging across the ground like a black tide, completely engulfing her figure.
Seeing this, several dark figures on both sides of the mountain could no longer restrain themselves and swooped down. A dazzling array of countless magic arrays rained down, and spiritual energy materialized into a rain of swords that rushed straight towards Jiang Gu.
Jiang Gu had no intention of drawing his sword. Before the attacks could even touch the hem of his clothes, they were all engulfed by the suddenly surging ghost patterns. The black mist followed the source of the spiritual power and directly attacked the dantian of those people. Within a few breaths, several screams were heard.
Wei Feng hovered in mid-air, manipulating the overwhelming ghost patterns. His white eyes scanned the cultivators inside with a blank expression. The cultivators either had vacant stares or were screaming incessantly with ferocious expressions. He licked the corner of his mouth with his scarlet tongue, and the ghost pattern in his hand transformed into a thick, long black needle. He reached out and grabbed Jiang Lin, who was entangled and attacked by the ghost patterns. He grinned and suddenly pressed the black needle against Jiang Lin's temple.
"What makes you think you can smell his scent?" Wei Feng stared at him expressionlessly. "What makes you think you've been through thick and thin with him?"
Jiang Lin's Dao heart had already been invaded by those strange black patterns, but he was laughing, "Of course it's because we grew up together, you little beast, your end will only be worse than mine."
A glint of light flashed in his narrow, fox-like eyes, followed by the scent of Huanmengxiang wafting over him, and the scene before Wei Feng suddenly shifted—
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They were a group of young people dressed in identical disciple robes, their moon-white garments embroidered with the image of the Vermilion Bird God, running and making a ruckus in the winding corridors of the pavilions and waterside terraces.
Wei Feng spotted Jiang Gu almost immediately.
He looked about the same age as Wei Feng, around sixteen or seventeen years old. He walked aloofly to the side, with a snow-white spirit beast perched on his shoulder, which looked like a luxurious shawl from afar.
"Jiang Qi!" Another boy laughed and pounced on him from behind, hugging his neck and pushing Chi Xue off his shoulder.
Just when Wei Feng thought that the loudmouth would be kicked away, the young Jiang Gu simply glanced at him, raised his hand to catch the falling Chi Xue, and hugged her to his chest with one hand.
The miniature version of Akatsuki lowered its head and licked its fur, then closed its eyes to rest in his arms.
"We're going to the Muchishan Secret Realm tomorrow, so don't go to the training pavilion tonight. The illusions there aren't very interesting." Young Jiang Lin poked Chi Xue's tail and said with a smile, "Come with me to eat roast chicken."
"I'm not going." Jiang Gu refused him coldly.
Jiang Lin ruffled Chi Xue's neatly groomed white fur in a huff and ran off.
Jiang Gu and Chi Xue in his arms stared at each other silently for a few seconds, then he raised his hand and slowly smoothed it out.
Wei Feng stared at Jiang Gu's disheveled clothes, which Jiang Lin had rumpled, and the hand he had placed on Chi Xue's head, his face darkening.
Then the scene shifts again.
Flames and screams filled the air, along with the roars of spirit beasts. Young Jiang Gu, carrying a mangled, bloodied figure on his back, flew swiftly past him on his sword. In the darkness, Wei Feng only caught a glimpse of his cold, blood-stained profile.
Wei Feng followed closely behind.
The massive Chi Xue blocked the cave entrance with his body. Inside the cave, a campfire was burning. Jiang Gu and Jiang Lin were helping each other remove arrow thorns from their bones. The two boys were still thin, but they already showed signs of becoming adults.
It must have been incredibly painful. Those black arrows, which Wei Feng had never seen before, tore open Jiang Gu's flesh and pierced into his bones. He could even see the cracks in the white bone through the rotten flesh. The tip of the dagger pried the black thorns out of the white bone. The young Jiang Gu's back was exposed, and his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat. Because of the pain, he clenched his teeth, his thin jaw was taut, and the veins on the side of his neck bulged. Blood instantly flowed from his collarbone to his abdominal muscles, mixing with the sweat and seeping into the loose fabric on his lower abdomen.
His master's lips turned white with pain in the flickering firelight, yet he didn't make a sound, a vivid sight that Wei Feng had never seen before.
Even if half of Jiang Gu's body is rotten, he can still kill his enemies cleanly and decisively without changing his expression. He is so powerful and indifferent that he is invincible.
Instead of leaning on Chi Xue, covered in wounds, and snuggling with Jiang Lin to heal her injuries.
When Jiang Lin climbed onto his back and was carried on his back, Wei Feng could no longer bear it. The ghost patterns all over his body surged wildly, turning into countless arrows that pierced towards Chi Xue and Jiang Lin.
Naturally, it came to nothing.
He suddenly came to his senses and found that Jiang Lin, whom he was holding, had been replaced by his puppet Qin Zhi, while the fiery red fox had already fled.
Wei Feng was instantly enraged. He flung Qin Zhi aside and chased after Jiang Lin while simultaneously killing the others in the Ghost Pattern.
Jiang Gu, who was watching from the sidelines, narrowed his eyes.
Jiang Lin clearly disrupted Wei Feng's attack rhythm. What was originally an overwhelming advantage has now become chaotic. This aspect of the Six Desires Path is fatal enough; Wei Feng is too easily led astray by his emotions.
He flew up on his sword, blocked Wei Feng, and slapped him back into the churning black mist.
"Leave Jiang Lin to me."
He left those words behind and chased after Jiang Lin, disappearing into the frozen mountains.
Wei Feng was knocked back by Jiang Gu's palm strike, staring fiercely at Jiang Gu's back. He then pierced Zhou Ningjiang's dantian with a claw, swallowed Zhou Xiuyuan's primordial spirit, and looked at Zhou Huaiming, who was preparing to escape, with a sinister gaze.
He smacked his lips. Perhaps because of the Spirit Gathering Pill, Zhou Xiuyuan's primordial spirit tasted bland. With Jiang Gu absent, he brazenly revealed his true form. Dark, ghostly patterns pierced through Zhou Huaiming's meridians. The ferocious and terrifying monster approached him, sniffed him disdainfully, and grinned at him, revealing its serrated teeth. "Since you killed Chi Xue, why didn't you kill Jiang Lin too? You couldn't even kill him all, you useless piece of trash!"
The way he cursed was exactly the same as Jiang Gu's.
Zhou Huaiming had lived for hundreds of years and had never seen such a terrifying and ferocious monster. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to take a closer look before his primordial spirit was completely shattered and his soul was destroyed.
The thick black fog slowly dissipated, and the dust settled.
Wei Feng glanced at the corpses scattered all over the ground, then decisively finished them off one by one, cutting off their heads and extracting their cores without missing a single one, not even sparing a single soul. After that, he glanced at Qin Zhi, who had been brought back to his senses by the ghost pattern, rolled his eyes, and transformed into a boy, landing beside him.
Qin Zhi took two steps back, his face pale.
The boy was handsome, no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with a bit of baby fat still lingering on his cheeks. His clear, bright eyes curved into a smile as he raised his hand to wipe away the blood splattered on his chin, his tone carrying a hint of innocence and liveliness, "Hey, do you want revenge?"
Having witnessed how terrifying he was when he turned into a monster, Qin Zhi didn't dare to breathe loudly.
"Jiang Lin isn't worthy of my master's attention," Wei Feng said with a smile. "How about I lend you some ghost patterns?"
Meanwhile, on the other side...
Jiang Lin was forced back to the edge of the cliff.
The mountains and rivers, devoid of spiritual energy, were lifeless, and even the wind carried a chilling and desolate air. Behind Jiang Lin was a magic array that devoured primordial spirits, and in front of him were nine talismans. He looked at the composed Jiang Gu and laughed self-deprecatingly: "I never thought we would still end up like this today."
“You should have foreseen this when you sought refuge with Jiang Xiangyun,” Jiang Gu said.
"Then why did I side with Jiang Xiangyun? Wasn't it because you forced me to!" Jiang Lin's face revealed a sly look, but he suppressed it. "I've devoted myself to you for over a decade, and you've always deliberately placed me in a position far removed from the main family. Whether it's resources or connections, I'm far inferior to you. I genuinely considered you a brother, but what did you take me for?"
Jiang Gu looked at him coldly.
"Your arrogant attitude is disgusting." Jiang Lin clenched his fists. "In your eyes, I'm just a beast, right? Like Chi Xue, or maybe even worse. Do you know why I approached Zhou Xiuyuan? I initially came to help you revive Chi Xue! If you hadn't been so ruthless, you, me, and Chi Xue could still be the same as before! Why can't you give us a chance?!"
“I don’t need a dead spirit pet.” Jiang Gu flipped his wrist, revealing the Crimson Snow Sword in his hand. “Nor do I need a subordinate who betrayed me.”
"What about Wei Feng?" Jiang Lin shrugged, his fox form appearing in a posture ready to attack. The fragrance of Huanmeng permeated the air. He stared intently at Jiang Gu, his voice sometimes near, sometimes far, "He clearly betrayed you, putting you in danger at Yanghua Sect, yet you still keep him by your side—what, are you addicted to raising spirit pets? Chi Xue died, and now you're raising a divine kite shark?"
"It's none of your business." Jiang Gu approached slowly, but was in no hurry to make a move. Jiang Lin was a half-human and half-fox demon. His Yuan Dan was soaked in Huan Meng Xiang. If it were taken out intact, it could be made into a Heaven-rank illusion. He had lost seven Heaven-rank magic treasures on Wei Feng, so he had to make up for the missing ones.
He didn't want to force someone's soul to self-destruct.
"Master!" Wei Feng's voice suddenly came from afar.
Immediately afterwards, a figure wrapped in ghostly patterns rushed towards Jiang Lin, recklessly dragging him into the abyss behind them. They fought fiercely in the array that Jiang Gu had set up to refine magical artifacts. Before Jiang Gu could stop them, thick black mist rose from beneath his feet, seeping into his robes almost everywhere.
He felt a tightness around his waist, and with a blank expression, he looked down and saw a pair of slender, fair hands.
Wei Feng hugged him tightly from behind, "Master, are you alright?"
"Let go." Jiang Gu's magic array for refining Jiang Lin's weapon had been destroyed. He suppressed his anger, pulled away Wei Feng's arm from around his waist, and turned around with a cold face.
Wei Feng proudly raised his chin, "Master, I killed all those bastards surnamed Zhou!"
Jiang Gu looked at him coldly.
Seeing this, Wei Feng cautiously glanced at him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jiang Lin, who was still alive. The jealousy in his heart almost reached the sky. Master really couldn't bear to kill this stinky fox!
But her expression remained innocent and obedient as she asked, "What's wrong, Master?"
The black mist seeping into Jiang Gu's clothes swept unrestrainedly across his back and waist. Wei Feng's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily as he greedily absorbed Jiang Gu's body heat and scent. His master's shoulders and back were much broader than when he was young, and the muscles around his waist were even more defined, with a beautifully shaped six-pack. The black mist seemed almost tangible as it slowly slid down the indentations of his abdominal muscles—
Bang!
Before Wei Feng could get his fill of exploring, a sword strike unleashed the ghostly patterns, sending him and the patterns flying into the array where magical artifacts were being forged. This attack also knocked Jiang Lin and Qin Zhi, who were locked in combat, apart.
The three of them were all stunned.
With a cold face, Jiang Gu shook off the black mist ghost patterns stuck to his clothes and skin. A yellow talisman appeared on his forehead, which then suddenly transformed into tens of thousands of spirit talismans. He then quickly formed hand seals to repair the magic array. Before Wei Feng and the others could escape, the spirit energy shield suddenly closed.
Wei Feng was fast and reached the edge of the formation first. He was closest to Jiang Gu and frantically patted the spiritual energy shield, crying out, "Master! I haven't come out yet—"
It's one thing to refine Jiang Lin and Qin Zhi, but it looks like Master intends to refine him too!?
"Master!!!" Wei Feng cried out in desperation, tears welling in his eyes. "Master, I don't want to be turned into a magical artifact—"
Jiang Gu sneered, and tens of thousands of spirit talismans fell down in a flash, instantly making the weapon refining array airtight and causing a surge of spiritual energy.
The burst of ice and the resulting mist instantly obscured the sun.
One hour later.
Tiny ghostly patterns trembled and slid off Jiang Gu's ankle, then a thin mist rose up, and after a long while, the mist finally condensed into a human shape.
Wei Feng trembled all over, coughing violently. Much of his flesh and blood had been melted by the spiritual power in the weapon-refining array. That weapon-refining array was truly terrifying. He had almost exhausted all his strength to escape from it in the form of a ghost pattern. If he had been a moment later, he would have been completely refined into a magic weapon.
He struggled to his feet, his arms reduced to bones. He raised his bloodied face and looked at Jiang Gu, his voice hoarse as he said, "Master... Father..."
Jiang Gu glanced down at him and asked, "Was it nice to touch?"
Wei Feng was stunned into place by the murderous aura emanating from him, but his gaze couldn't help but slide to Jiang Gu's waist and abdomen. Perhaps his brain had been damaged by the formation, he opened his mouth dryly and said, "It feels so good."
"..." The air pressure around Jiang Gu instantly froze into ice.
Wei Feng swallowed hard, raised his bone claw and carefully grabbed Jiang Gu's hand, his eyes innocent and obedient. "Master, I was wrong. I will never dare to do it again. These ghost patterns are sometimes really hard to control."
No way! Ghost Mark and Black Mist are both his. Why can Chi Xue and Jiang Lin touch them but he can't? He insists on touching them! He'll touch them all next time!
His face was so bloodied and mangled that no expression could be discerned. Jiang Gu withdrew his hand in disgust. "Let's go."
He turned and walked forward, but there was no movement behind him. Just as Jiang Gu was about to use his divine sense to look, a bloody thing stuck to his arm, and the blood instantly stained his snow-white sleeve.
Wei Feng's face had returned to normal. He weakly clung to Jiang Gu's arm and said listlessly, "Master, I can't walk anymore. Can you carry me?"
Jiang Gu glanced at the ghostly patterns embedded in the ice behind him, "I wouldn't mind really refining you."
Wei Feng straightened up instantly, took a deep breath, and said, "It doesn't feel so bad anymore."
Jiang Gu summoned his flying sword, and Wei Feng followed closely behind, instinctively snuggling into his arms. Jiang Gu's forehead veins throbbed. "Fly by yourself."
“My flying sword melted in the formation.” Wei Feng turned his head, the end of his ponytail brushing against Jiang Gu’s chin. His eyes were red. “Master, please, my whole body aches, my bones feel like they’re melting.”
He was determined to ride the sword with Jiang Gu, and even used ghost patterns to wrap around Jiang Gu's waist. As soon as he cut it off, more ghost patterns emerged.
Jiang Gu was too lazy to argue with this stubborn person any longer, so he led his men and transformed into streaks of light, heading north.
Although Wei Feng was physically powerful, Jiang Gu's weapon-refining array was not easy to deal with. It melted most of his ghost patterns and half of his ram's horn. He could only hold on for a short while before he could no longer stand and was about to fall down. Jiang Gu stretched out his arm and caught him.
Wei Feng skillfully wrapped his arms around his neck and buried his face in the crook of his neck.
Warm breath sprayed onto his skin. Jiang Gu impatiently pushed it away, and Wei Feng's head slumped against his shoulder. He was obviously asleep. His fair cheeks were squeezed and distorted by his clothes, revealing a faint pink hue.
Jiang Gu lowered his eyebrows, stared at the baby fat for a long time, and then looked away expressionlessly.
Stupid thing.
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