Chapter 83 Youthful Spring Robes (Twenty-Nine)
The cold fingertips pressed roughly against Wei Feng's throat, forcefully forcing him to hold his breath and retreat half an inch.
He seemed not to have come to his senses yet, his upper face still covered by Jiang Gu. His lips, which were originally bloodless, turned red, and saliva stretched into a long line and then suddenly broke, staining the corner of his mouth. He blankly stuck out his tongue... and licked it.
Jiang Gu's veins throbbed, and he suppressed the anger surging in his chest, covering his mouth and nose again before he could breathe.
Wei Feng regained his sight, his reddened eyes staring straight at Jiang Gu, his eyelashes wet and clumped together. His gaze fell on Jiang Gu's blood-stained lips, his eyes filled with undisguised heat and desire.
A burning, straightforward, and clear yearning.
Jiang Gu gave him a gloomy look, then stopped paying attention to him and began to warily observe Song Ping outside the virtual space.
Wei Feng caught a glimpse of the taut lines of Jiang Gu's jaw out of the corner of his eye, knowing that Jiang Gu must be clenching his molars tightly—he had just dared to lick that spot, and almost had his tongue bitten off.
Although it wasn't broken, his mouth was now full of the taste of blood, clearly indicating that Jiang Gu was already burning with rage.
Wei Feng felt like the back of his neck was being crushed.
However, he didn't dare to resist, obediently and docilely lying in Jiang Gu's arms without making a sound.
Song Ping must have guessed that Jiang Gu had used a spatial artifact. Instead of leaving, he patiently and meticulously searched for them, his divine sense narrowly brushing past them several times.
Half an hour later, Wei Feng was clearly about to give up again, and he blinked frantically at Jiang Gu.
Unfortunately, Jiang Gu did not pay attention to him until he felt a warm, damp sensation in his palm, at which point he looked down at Wei Feng.
A tear still clung to Wei Feng's eyelashes as he looked at him with a pained expression. He had completely exhausted his breath, but Jiang Gu had already transferred all his energy to him, so he was just barely holding on.
This can't go on.
Just as he was about to take a risky move, there was a sudden commotion outside.
Two figures suddenly appeared. One looked like a middle-aged man, and the other looked like a young man. Their exact ages were not obvious, but they were both wearing the same Linglong Sect elder robes as Song Ping.
"Elder Song, have you found anything?" the middle-aged man asked.
"No." Song Ping shook his head, his expression calm. "Did Elder Shen find any trace of him?"
"No, but we ran into the Lin family on the way. Their young master, Lin Feibai, was kidnapped by Jiang Gu and his fate is still unknown." A glint flashed in Shen Ai's eyes. "I really underestimated Jiang Gu. He managed to escape for so long with only four spiritual roots. Now he has also dragged the Zhou and Lin families and the Linglong Sect into this mess. It is the Jiang family that has remained calm."
A look of disgust flashed across Xu He's face. "The Jiang family's behavior... they probably forced him to hand it over long ago. In the end, we'll probably end up with nothing."
Song Ping remained silent.
Xu He said, "By the way, Elder Song, didn't you serve as a guest elder in the Jiang family before? Do you know anything about Jiang Gu?"
“This young man is ruthless and cunning, and resourceful.” Song Ping said, “The Jiang family does not dare to underestimate him. They are probably observing whether he is qualified to possess the divine artifact.”
Xu He frowned. "A person with four spiritual roots, the Jiang family isn't picky."
“The Jiang family doesn’t value qualifications that much; to them, only those who survive are valuable,” Song Ping said. “Let’s go and take a look at the far south.”
"The far south?" Shen Ai said, "Jiang Gu wouldn't be foolish enough to go to a place like that, would he?"
“His mother’s grave is there,” Song Ping explained.
Inside the virtual space, Jiang Gu heard Song Ping's words and his eyes flickered slightly. Meanwhile, Wei Feng in his arms had turned pale and was barely clinging to life.
The three people outside the space were about to leave when Song Ping suddenly turned around and looked back before leaving.
Jiang Gu was caught off guard and met his gaze, a chill suddenly running down his spine.
Song Ping discovered him.
But Song Ping didn't say anything, and left with Xu He and Chen Ai.
Fifteen minutes later.
Jiang Gu had already used the False Card to escape thousands of miles away before he released his hand from Wei Feng's.
Wei Feng was barely breathing, so Jiang Gu channeled several streams of spiritual energy into his major acupoints and pressed hard on his chest. The man, who was about to suffocate, suddenly took a deep breath and recovered.
He was speechless for a moment, but seeing Jiang Gu about to get up, he grabbed his hand and knelt on the ground, "...Master!"
Jiang Gu gave him a cold look.
From the moment Jiang Gu began to breathe into him, Wei Feng's mind was like mush, and it's not much better now. But since he did something so outrageous, kneeling down is definitely the right thing to do.
"I...I..." He stammered for a long time, but his gaze fell on Jiang Gu's lips. He could still remember the soft touch and gentle warmth, as well as the faint fragrance. He swallowed instinctively, and the hand that was holding Jiang Gu's wrist turned into countless thin ghost patterns, which clung tightly to Jiang Gu's arm.
Jiang Gu's expression grew even colder.
Wei Feng panicked and tried to retract the ghost patterns, but the more anxious he became, the more uncontrollable the patterns became. Some even wrapped around Jiang Gu's neck, defiantly trying to touch his lips.
Wei Feng felt every trace of the ghostly markings. His originally pale face flushed, and the desire in his heart began to grow and spread wildly, quickly sweeping through his entire body.
What would the master do?
Will you beat him to a pulp, slice his soul into pieces, or throw him into the weapon-refining array and torture him until he is completely broken?
Or, to make matters worse, sever the master-disciple relationship with him and expel him from the sect.
Wei Feng stared at Jiang Gu in horror, but Jiang Gu's expression did not become more unpleasant; instead, he seemed somewhat surprised.
Surprised?
"Master?" he called out tentatively.
Jiang Gu narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and looked at his arm, which was covered with dense ghost patterns. "Can you turn back into your original form now?"
“What… original form?” Wei Feng was stunned.
"That ugly thing." Jiang Gu hit the nail on the head.
Wei Feng was taken aback, his eyes instantly reddening, and he retorted softly, "It's not ugly."
Jiang Gu clicked his tongue impatiently.
Wei Feng shuddered in fright. "I...I don't know. I can only control the ghost patterns right now."
Jiang Gu looked at him expressionlessly, "It only shows when you're near death during a fight."
Before Wei Feng could react to what he meant, he was sent flying into the sky. Jiang Gu's figure was so fast that he couldn't see it clearly, but the pain was real.
He even heard the sound of his skull breaking.
When Jiang Gu tried to extract his spiritual root, Wei Feng finally couldn't control himself and had to fight back. After less than a hundred moves, he was forced by Jiang Gu to reveal his true form.
Wei Feng stared intently at Jiang Gu with his white eyes, clutching his dantian and baring his teeth fiercely at him, as the ghostly patterns surged towards Jiang Gu like a tidal wave.
Jiang Gu did not resist. At the last moment, he suddenly withdrew his spiritual power and let himself be swallowed by the ghost pattern.
Jiang Gu's figure vanished instantly into the ghostly patterns.
Wei Feng was stunned. He had long been prepared for Jiang Gu to sever his ghost mark. He had done such a rebellious thing, so he deserved to be beaten by his master to vent his anger. This was much better than being expelled from the sect. But he never expected that Jiang Gu would give up resisting.
"Master!?" Wei Feng panicked immediately, anxiously searching for Jiang Gu within his ghostly markings. In his original form, he had an absurd number of ghostly markings, and he could clearly sense that Jiang Gu was within his ghostly markings. He could even feel Jiang Gu's shallow breathing and the touch of his clothes, but for the moment, he couldn't determine his exact location.
The monster with kite-winged shark tail, demon face, and white eyes, topped with a pair of jagged ram horns, knelt among the dense demonic patterns, rummaging around. His fangs made his voice sound exceptionally hoarse, but they couldn't hide his sobbing, "Master!"
"Shut up." Jiang Gu's indifferent voice came from the ghostly tattoo.
Wei Feng was immediately overjoyed, "Master!"
“Song Ping just branded my primordial spirit, and he will be chasing after me soon.” Jiang Gu said coldly, “Walk through the water, and don’t transform into human form.”
Upon hearing this, Wei Feng knew the situation was serious. He stopped worrying and swam quickly along the ground, soon finding a river nearby and sinking into it.
Almost as soon as he left, Song Ping's attention was drawn to the place where they had just been talking.
"Disappeared?" Song Ping closed his eyes and sensed again, but he couldn't detect Jiang Gu's presence at all. The last time he appeared was indeed here.
He chuckled softly, "This magic weapon is rather interesting."
In the bottomless river, a black figure suddenly swam by, its long silver-blue hair turning into a phantom in the water, intertwined with countless black ghost patterns.
“Master, if you stay in the ghost patterns for too long, your soul will be melted.” Although Wei Feng liked to use the ghost patterns to refine the primordial spirit of cultivators, he did not want to hurt Jiang Gu at all. He tried his best to control the ghost patterns’ desire to absorb, but he could not help but be licked by some tiny ghost patterns.
Jiang Gu's primordial spirit carried a hint of cool sweetness... It tasted delicious.
Jiang Gu did not answer.
Wei Feng dared not stop and could only swim forward with his head down.
His body was tightly bound by these sticky, cold ghost patterns. Jiang Gu guarded his primordial spirit and sealed his Dao heart. In his sea of consciousness, he looked at the mark that Song Ping had branded on his primordial spirit, his face extremely cold.
He had faced cultivators at the True Immortal Realm before, and Song Ping wasn't the only powerful figure capable of imprinting one's primordial spirit. However, Jiang Gu was always cautious and careful. Even the head of the Jiang family couldn't leave a mark on his primordial spirit. He extremely disliked being controlled by others.
The situation hadn't reached a dead end yet, but he had become distracted.
When Song Ping said he was leaving, he subconsciously glanced down at Wei Feng, who was suffocating—it was in that instant that he gave away his whereabouts.
This was a mistake that should never have happened; when he was in dire straits and could not even save himself, he was distracted by paying attention to others.
Jiang Gu's mood was even worse than when Wei Feng had taken the opportunity to offend him before.
The dagger formed from spiritual energy pierced the primordial spirit. Song Ping, a True Immortal, possessed profound cultivation. The brand almost pierced through the entire abdomen of the primordial spirit, barely grazing the dantian and spiritual root. The dagger gouged out the branded piece of primordial spirit, then cut off a small section of the spiritual root. Afterward, Jiang Gu dispersed the primordial spirit and the small piece of spiritual root, stuffing them into a wooden puppet.
The scattered primordial spirit was cut off from the original body and had no consciousness. In addition, with that small piece of spiritual root, it was almost indistinguishable from the real thing.
Jiang Gu threw the wooden puppet out of the ghost pattern.
With a flick of his shark tail, Wei Feng grabbed the humanoid puppet. "Master!"
"Throw it away." Jiang Gu's voice came from the other side.
"?" Wei Feng turned his head blankly, looked at Jiang Gu, who had emerged halfway from the ghost pattern, and then at the young man with a tail that looked exactly like Jiang Gu's. He immediately recognized who the real person was. "Master, who is this?"
“Puppet,” Jiang Gu said in a low voice, “He has Song Ping’s primordial spirit imprint on him. He will be found soon. Release him.”
Wei Feng glanced at the incredibly lifelike puppet with a hint of regret, then obediently released its tail.
The puppet, having been given a speed-travel talisman by Jiang Gu, turned and broke through the water's surface, transforming into a stream of light and departing in the opposite direction from them.
Wei Feng looked at Jiang Gu and asked cautiously, "Master, where should we go now?"
Jiang Gu did not answer immediately. He raised his hand and used his spiritual power to shake off the ghost patterns. He was instantly swept away by the cold, wet river water. Wei Feng quickly grabbed his wrist.
Jiang Gu lifted his eyelids in the water, glanced at him coldly, his lips almost transparently white.
Wei Feng saw murderous intent in his eyes.
He suddenly panicked and opened his mouth, spitting out a string of transparent bubbles, "...Master?"
The powerful spiritual energy shattered his finger bones, and Jiang Gu instantly slipped from his grasp, swept away by the rushing water.
However, Wei Feng was faster than the water flow. With a flick of his huge tail, he caught up with Jiang Gu in just half a breath. He then wrapped his tail around Jiang Gu's waist and stretched out his arms to hug him tightly.
This was the first time in Wei Feng's life that he had seen what Jiang Gu looked like when he lost consciousness.
Those cold, arrogant eyes, which always looked down on others, were closed, and were wet and thin from the rushing water. That indifferent and ruthless face seemed to have lost its coldness and defensiveness, and became handsome, gentle and approachable. Although Wei Feng knew that this was just his imagination, he still couldn't help but hold his breath.
The person, who was high above and untouchable, did not resist being held in his arms and even rested her head on his shoulder.
Wei Feng's heart was pounding, and his hands holding Jiang Gu were trembling slightly with excitement. He couldn't help but lower his head and get close to Jiang Gu's lips, but stopped himself just before they were about to kiss.
Through the water, he could feel the warmth of his master's lips. He could do anything for his master now, since his master still had a use for him and wouldn't really kill him. Anyway... Jiang Gu wasn't genuinely good to him.
Endless desires began to grow and spread from the depths of his heart. The ghostly markings on his body stirred restlessly, wrapping around Jiang Gu's wrists and ankles. Impatiently tugging at his thin clothes, Wei Feng's breathing became rapid. His nostrils were filled with the subtle fragrance emanating from Jiang Gu, and the lingering scent of the Pleasure Dream within him made his lower abdomen burn like fire. He slowly tightened his grip on Jiang Gu's arm, the dense ghostly markings on his face writhing and coiling like living creatures. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, his eerie white pupils darting anxiously, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Gu's face as if it were a tangible object.
The master belongs to him... Everything the master has should be his.
Wei Feng stared intently at Jiang Gu, then, mustering his courage, raised his hand and touched his face.
The unconscious person frowned almost imperceptibly.
Wei Feng's breath hitched, and as if waking from a dream, he released his hand. The ghost pattern that had crept into Jiang Gu's clothes receded like a tide, and his white pupils returned to black.
He must have gone mad just now!
How could they have such rebellious thoughts about their master!
To save his life, his master channeled his energy into him, but he greedily absorbed all of his master's energy and not only offended his master, he even wanted to... wanted to do such a filthy thing to his master!
It must be the Ghost Pattern and the Dream Fragrance that interfered with his mind!
Wei Feng gritted his teeth in hatred, glanced at Jiang Gu with guilt and unease, and forced himself to think about what his master looked like when he was sober. Suddenly, his hair stood on end, and he felt a sense of calm and detachment.
Fortunately, he realized his mistake in time; otherwise, when his master woke up, he would have chopped up his soul and fed it to the dogs.
Wei Feng glanced at Jiang Gu with lingering fear, then vigorously swam forward, flicking his tail.
Damn this Six Desires Path! It might as well be renamed the Path of Seeking Death!
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