Chapter 82 Youthful Spring Robes (Twenty-Eight)
When Wei Feng woke up, it was already late at night.
The surrounding area was a lush forest, and sparse moonlight filtered through the gaps in the branches, like a layer of cold white frost. Under the ancient tree, a young man sat cross-legged in meditation, his body surrounded by spiritual energy that emitted a pale golden light, even colder than the frost on the ground.
The flesh and blood that Wei Feng had lost to the weapon-refining array were slowly growing back. If it had been a year ago, he would have been crying and screaming in pain, rolling on the ground. But now he just frowned and leaned against the rough tree trunk behind him.
His left cheek throbbed slightly, as if someone had pinched it and swollen it, but it was probably just because the wound was healing quickly. He quickly put the pain aside and focused on watching Jiang Gu cultivate.
Jiang Gu was exceptionally handsome, like the bright moon reflected in a clear spring, or like thin snow falling on a mountain pine. He was aloof and elegant, with a beauty unlike that of ordinary people. However, his arrogant and cold nature, along with his terrifyingly strong strength, often made people hesitate to approach him.
Like an immortal descended to earth.
Wei Feng pressed his tongue against his aching cheek, and dozens of ghostly patterns emerged from the corners of his eyes, behind his ears, and along his neck, greedily sniffing Jiang Gu's scent. Some even crawled on the ground like snakes, rushing towards Jiang Gu, only to be pulled back just before they touched his clothes.
A cool mountain breeze blew by, and the leaves on the treetops rustled.
Jiang Gu slowly opened his eyes and met Wei Feng's harmless smiling face.
The ghostly patterns that had been baring their fangs and claws in mid-air had long since disappeared.
"Master." Wei Feng called out to him tentatively, wanting to know if he was still angry, but he couldn't wait to snuggle up to him and obediently sit down next to him.
Jiang Gu glanced at him.
A ghostly pattern appeared on Wei Feng's neck, then opened like a flower bud, spilling out a pile of magical treasures and spirit stones. He looked at Jiang Gu with shining eyes, as if seeking praise, "Master, these are the treasures that were taken from those people surnamed Zhou. I didn't eat any of them."
There were a few Heavenly Rank magic treasures, but their quality was mediocre. Jiang Gu didn't even raise an eyebrow. "Keep them for yourself."
Wei Feng's eyes dimmed instantly. "Oh."
His profile, facing Jiang Gu, was still flushed, his long eyelashes drooping down, casting a small shadow under his eyes, like a treasure-hunting mouse that hadn't found the right treasure.
The ghostly markings that had climbed up to Jiang Gu's shoulders drooped listlessly.
"..." Jiang Gu remained silent for a moment, then casually picked up a Heavenly Rank Windless Candle and threw it into his storage bag.
Wei Feng immediately raised his head. "Master, do you want a ghost tattoo?"
Seven or eight dark, ghostly patterns rushed toward Jiang Gu, one of which, with too much force, crashed directly into Jiang Gu's arms.
Jiang Gu looked at him with a complicated expression. He had previously taken most of Wei Feng's ghost-patterned weapon forging and almost caused him to lose his life. If this guy had any backbone, he wouldn't have bothered to come near him.
Seeing that Jiang Gu didn't speak, Wei Feng raised his hand to tear off the ghost patterns.
“Wei Feng,” Jiang Gu interrupted him.
The boy sat cross-legged in the moonlight, looking up at him with a bewildered expression.
"Don't do anything unnecessary," Jiang Gu said in a deep voice.
His brows were lowered, as if warning Wei Feng, or perhaps warning himself.
“It’s not a superfluous thing.” Wei Feng lowered his eyes and muttered softly, but still obediently put away the ghost marks. “Master, as long as you don’t send me away, I’ll do anything you ask. It’s just a few ghost marks, I can grow them back soon.”
A hint of coldness flashed in Jiang Gu's eyes. "Why?"
“Master, you are the best person in the world to me.” Wei Feng said this without looking him in the eye. He held a twig in his hand and poked the ground hard, quickly making a small hole. He paused before saying, “If even you don’t want me anymore, I will have nowhere to go.”
"He doesn't even know who he is." He lowered his head, broke the branch into many small pieces, and threw them into the small pit. His voice was slightly muffled in the night, as if he were complaining, or simply stating a fact. "It's pretty boring."
He didn't have a good time for most of the time in Yanghua Sect. His peers bullied him because he was an orphan and had no master to protect him. Although Xuan Zhiyan was his good friend, he also had his own master and fellow disciples. He was also soft-hearted and sometimes needed Xuan Zhiyan's help to beat up the bullies. Although Xia Ling took care of him, he was still just a mortal. Wei Feng was afraid that he would be accidentally crushed to death by those cultivators, so he protected him in Lianyun Peak and dared not let him out... Jiang Gu was the first elder in his life to stand up and protect him.
Even if Jiang Gu had ulterior motives and treated him harshly and coldly, he was the only strong person who could truly protect him, and Wei Feng understood this very clearly.
He traded spirit stones for fellow disciples and playmates, and he traded himself for Jiang Gu's protection; it was the same thing.
It might be different.
Wei Feng glanced at Jiang Gu furtively. He liked Jiang Gu very much and admired him even more. He wanted to become as powerful as Jiang Gu one day.
Liu Yudao was probably born sentimental. Wei Feng quietly wiped away his tears, grabbed Jiang Gu Xuebai's sleeve, and muttered, "Even if you drive me away, Master, I won't leave. I'm so powerful now that I can help you fight."
The paw had just played with twigs and mud, leaving dirty marks on the snow-white sleeve. Jiang Gu couldn't understand his stubbornness in clinging to something, and simply assumed that this bastard was born with a bad brain.
“Cultivation.” Jiang Gu coldly interrupted his explanation.
Wei Feng was about to obediently nod when his expression suddenly changed. "Master—"
Before he could finish speaking, he was lifted up, and the place where they had just been sitting exploded. Amidst the dust, Wei Feng didn't even have time to catch his breath before Jiang Gu grabbed him and flew him forward on a sword.
"Master, I can kill them!" Wei Feng smelled the two people's scent.
Jiang Gu kept forming a concealment array, the speed of his flying sword increased, and his eyes were cold and sharp. "One of them is a True Immortal."
Wei Feng leaned on his shoulder and looked back, mimicking his previous sneer: "Heh, a mere True Immortal Realm."
The searching divine sense almost grazed past their barrier, but Jiang Gu was too busy setting up the array to pay attention to him. Otherwise, he would have thrown this blockhead into the weapon-refining array and skinned him alive.
"Put away the ghost pattern!" Jiang Gu shouted, turning around and holding the Crimson Snow Sword horizontally in front of him. The vast and powerful spiritual energy pressed down, and several cracks appeared on the sword.
Wei Feng's soul was in turmoil, and the ghostly markings were about to burst forth uncontrollably. However, he dared not disobey Jiang Gu's orders and suppressed the ghostly markings in his white eyes. He used his meager spiritual power to help Jiang Gu resist, and blood soon seeped from his nose and the corners of his eyes.
A deep, gentle voice rang out in the air, “Jiang Gu, hand over the divine artifact, and the feud between you and my Spirit Dragon Sect will be wiped clean.”
Jiang Gu was only at the mid-stage of the Refinement Realm, almost three major realms below the True Immortal Realm. His escape from Yao Li, Jiang Xiangyun's subordinate, last time was purely by chance. Song Ping's cultivation was clearly higher than Yao Li's, and he didn't even have any intention of making a move.
"A divine artifact has actually alarmed Elder Song." Jiang Gu said coldly, "I thought the Spirit Dragon Sect had strict rules."
The artifact was discovered by Jiang Gu and Lu Zhenyi, and the grudge was an entanglement between these juniors. When the Lin and Zhou families sent people to snatch it, they had Lin Feibai, Zhou Ningjiang, and other peers take action. Their cultivation level was at most Mahayana, and at most, the Lin family would send a few more Mahayana cultivators. However, the Linglong Sect directly sent Song Ping, the Grand Elder whose status was second only to the Sect Leader Jing Cang, to snatch the artifact. It can be said that they had no shame at all.
Those old guys who reached the True Immortal Realm were all incredibly cunning; they never expected Jing Cang to be so impatient.
A thousand thoughts raced through Jiang Gu's mind, his face unusually grim. Wei Feng, hiding behind him, had a ringing in his ears and couldn't even hear the other's voice under the oppressive aura, but he noticed with sharp eyes that Jiang Gu's hand holding the Crimson Snow Sword was trembling slightly.
The tiger's mouth was split open and bleeding.
Wei Feng had no concrete idea of how powerful the True Immortal Realm was; he had only heard those "legends" during his classes at Touchun Peak.
This was the first time the important figure in the group had met face-to-face—or rather, the other party hadn't even shown up.
"The artifact is not on me." Jiang Gu said without changing his expression. "If Elder Song does not believe me, he is free to search me."
Song Ping chuckled lightly: "You are the smartest student I have ever taught, and the most pragmatic child I have ever met. I don't want to ruin such a promising talent as you."
"Then I must offend you!" Jiang Gu suddenly sprang up, sword in hand, and charged straight toward Song Ping's location.
High in the sky, Song Ping casually raised his hand, and a Dharma Image palm hundreds of times larger than his own slammed down on Jiang Gu. The Crimson Snow Sword shattered into countless fragments the moment it touched the Dharma Image.
"Hmm?" Song Ping suddenly asked in confusion.
The Dharma Image Hand failed to grasp Jiang Gu, and within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, the aura of Jiang Gu and that little Qi Refining cultivator was completely lost.
In the game of Zixu, Wei Feng's mouth and nose were tightly covered by Jiang Gu from behind. His back was pressed against Jiang Gu's chest, and he could not feel the slightest movement.
Jiang Gu's hands were covered in blood, and his body was no less so. He was almost covered in blood. He was holding Wei Feng's arm, which was trembling slightly from exhaustion, but Jiang Gu managed to keep him steady.
The virtual space was completely silent; not even the hem of his clothes moved.
Wei Feng didn't even know when Jiang Gu took the Void Token, but this was completely different from the feeling he had when using the Void Token before. He could clearly see every movement outside. Song Ping's deep purple divine sense pressed down all around, and some strands even penetrated into the Void Token, grazing past the two of them.
Jiang Gu's meaning was clear: they could not use even the slightest bit of spiritual power or divine sense, otherwise, if they made any move, they and their master would die without a burial place.
However, Jiang Gu forgot one thing: he could hold his breath for several hours because he had been walking on the edge of life and death for many years, but Wei Feng could not.
The boy whose mouth and nose were covered by him began to tremble all over, his face turning from red to purple. If this continued, he would suffocate to death. Meanwhile, outside the void space, Song Ping's divine sense was still patiently and meticulously searching, showing no intention of leaving.
Wei Feng's vision was already blurry. He tried his best to control his instinct to struggle, and the hand that was originally gripping Jiang Gu's forearm fell limply to his side.
Just when he thought he was about to die, Jiang Gu's hand covering his mouth and nose suddenly moved upwards. Just a second before Wei Feng was about to take a deep breath, his lips touched something soft and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Wei Feng froze on the spot.
The hand covering his eyes and nose was long and strong, and through the sticky, warm smell of blood, the soft touch on his lips was slightly cool. The breath that entered his mouth was tinged with a familiar fragrance. Perhaps afraid that the breath would leak out, Jiang Gu placed his other hand on the back of his neck and pressed him against himself.
In the silent, empty space, the boy was embraced by a young man half a head taller than him, who covered his eyes with his hands. He received a life-saving kiss on the verge of death.
But that's not enough.
That's far from enough.
Before Wei Feng could figure it out, he tightly embraced Jiang Gu's waist and instinctively pursued Jiang Gu's lips, deepening the brief kiss. His scarlet tongue deftly parted Jiang Gu's lips and teeth, greedily drawing more breath from his chest.
Jiang Gu's expression suddenly turned cold.
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