Chapter 85 Youthful Spring Robes (Thirty-One)
Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a dim and indistinct glow over the simple room.
Warm breath sprayed on the nape of his neck, even more annoying than the chirping of insects outside. Jiang Gu opened his eyes, slowly frowned, and turned his head slightly to see half of Wei Feng's profile.
The bastard was fast asleep with his head on his arm, half of his face was squeezed out of shape, and there was still a lingering fear between his brows. His wet eyelashes clearly showed that he had been crying, and one hand was tightly gripping his shirt. He wanted to stick his whole body against him.
Jiang Gu subconsciously tried to use his spiritual power to throw the person away, only to find that he had no spiritual power left in his body.
His face turned cold as he tried to sink his primordial spirit into his sea of consciousness, but it had no effect whatsoever. His sea of consciousness was pitch black and empty, and even raising his hand became extremely difficult.
He has lost all his cultivation.
Jiang Gu closed his eyes.
He withstood Song Ping's attack, and although he used a clever trick, his soul was still severely injured. He was also inadvertently branded with the mark of his primordial spirit, and had no choice but to cut off a large piece of his primordial spirit and half of his spiritual root to escape. It was already extremely lucky that he was able to survive, so it was not unexpected.
He has only himself to blame for his current predicament.
Jiang Gu glanced at Wei Feng, his expression growing even colder. He utterly detested being disturbed, even if Wei Feng was his disciple—
"Master?" Wei Feng called out to him in a soft, hoarse voice, still half-asleep.
The murderous intent in Jiang Gu's eyes paused slightly, and he said coldly, "Get out of here."
Wei Feng was stunned for a moment by his scolding, then scrambled to his feet and exclaimed in surprise, "Master, you're awake?"
Jiang Gu turned his head and scanned his surroundings. "Where is this?"
"This is Qingliang Village, only 600 miles from Yanghua Sect. However, the spiritual energy is thin and few people come here. I used Zhou Ningjiang's Heaven-Rank Magic Artifact to tamper with their memories..." Wei Feng roughly explained what had happened in the past few days. When he saw Jiang Gu trying to get up, he went to help him, but Jiang Gu sat up on his own, though his face was even paler.
Wei Feng saw blood seeping from his abdomen and chest and wanted to let him lean on him, but Jiang Gu stopped him in his tracks with a cold look.
"Master?" Wei Feng's hand froze in mid-air, looking at him somewhat at a loss.
Jiang Gu raised his hand and sealed several of his meridians, saying in a cold voice, "You're quite clever."
Jiang Gu rarely praised him. If it were in the past, Wei Feng would have been overjoyed, but now he couldn't be happy at all. He was extremely sensitive to people's emotions. Even if he couldn't connect it to any of Jiang Gu's emotions, he could still feel Jiang Gu's deliberate indifference and distance.
“Master, I can help you heal your injuries.” Wei Feng lowered his hand and habitually grabbed his sleeve. In the past, Jiang Gu would have been used to this, but now he pulled it away without any mercy.
"No need," Jiang Gu said coldly.
Wei Feng curled his fingers, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly grabbed his wrist and forcibly transferred his spiritual power into it.
Just as he guessed, the magic arrays he had set up while Jiang Gu was unconscious were completely useless when Jiang Gu was awake—Jiang Gu, being so arrogant, probably never imagined that he would lose all his spiritual power when he was awake.
"Wei Feng." Jiang Gu's tone was heavy as he looked at him warningly, "Don't—"
“Don’t do anything unnecessary, right?” Wei Feng boldly interrupted him, channeling his spiritual energy into his dantian as if his life depended on it, and gritted his teeth as he said, “But Master, you have no spiritual energy left right now. If you don’t hurry up and heal your injuries, we’ll be dead if those people find us.”
“They’re after me. You can leave anytime.” Jiang Gu grabbed his wrist and twisted it. Wei Feng felt the pain and immediately loosened his grip, forcing the transmission of spiritual energy to stop.
He really doesn't want to see that bastard right now.
Wei Feng stared straight at him. "What do you mean?"
His tone was sharp, and Jiang Gu gave him a cold look. Wei Feng immediately lost his temper, looked away, and gritted his teeth, saying, "I'm not leaving. You're my master, so I'll stay with you. If you want me to leave, just kill me."
Jiang Gu looked displeased. "Say that again?"
"I say you might as well just kill me!" Wei Feng glared at him with red eyes. He was full of anger, but also felt wronged. He instinctively felt afraid when he met Jiang Gu's cold eyes. Many emotions were mixed together, making him look somewhat fierce but weak inside.
Both cowardly and arrogant.
Jiang Gusheng was so angry she laughed. "What, you think I can't kill you right now?"
Even if he lost all his cultivation, he could still easily take Wei Feng's life.
Wei Feng fell silent for a long while before softening his tone, "I'm sorry, Master. I shouldn't have talked back to you. I... I was just too anxious."
Jiang Gu gave him a meaningful look. "Don't even think about removing the mark on your primordial spirit unless I die."
Wei Feng froze, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.
In just a few words, his master had already guessed that he knew about the primordial spirit imprint.
Jiang Gu was pleased with his fear. He raised his hand and gripped his chin, his fingertips sinking deep into his soft cheek. He said coldly, "Now is your only chance to kill me. Why not give it a try?"
Wei Feng's cheeks ached. His cheeks had been melted by the magic array more than once. Although they recovered quickly, being touched still caused him excruciating pain. However, he didn't dare to show it. His eyes reddened with pain, and he stubbornly said, "No."
"Why?" asked Advisor Jiang.
“You are my master.” Wei Feng stared at him stubbornly. “I would never kill you, no matter who else I kill.”
Jiang Gu scoffed lightly, clearly not believing it.
Wei Feng sniffed and raised his arm to put it around Jiang Gu's waist, but Jiang Gu's expression turned cold and he let go of his hand. "Get out."
Wei Feng wiped his hands and rubbed his eyes hard, then went out, closed the door, and stood guard outside the window. Jiang Gu stared at Wei Feng's shadow in the window with an inscrutable expression, unconsciously rubbing his fingertips together.
It doesn't feel right; it seems... a bit softer.
When he realized what he was thinking, his hand suddenly froze in mid-air.
The boy outside the window stood upright. Jiang Gu knew that his cultivation was still intact, and it was not difficult for him to see through the window of the mortal world. His expression became increasingly unpleasant.
The next morning.
Jiang Gu had been cultivating for so many years, and it was rare for him to get a good night's sleep. When he woke up, he heard a noisy commotion outside the courtyard.
"Is Brother Gu awake?" It was an unfamiliar voice, and the person didn't sound very old.
"He's awake." It was Wei Feng's voice. "He woke up last night."
"Thank goodness! Oh, by the way, this is bone broth that my mother made. She specially asked me to bring it to Brother Gu. You are what you eat." Jinzi held the bowl of soup. When she saw that Wei Feng didn't want it, she thought he was being rude and smiled innocently. "This is from the wild boar that Brother Gu hunted before. If you're too polite, my mother will scold me when we get back."
Wei Feng had no choice but to accept it.
Inside the room, Jiang Gu was resting with his eyes closed when he suddenly sensed an unfamiliar presence and abruptly opened his eyes.
A chubby little hand clutched a yellow wildflower, trying to tuck it into his hair. Jiang Gu raised his hand to block it, and saw a little girl with pigtails sticking up in the air. She looked to be only three or four years old. She wasn't pretty; her eyes were small, her nose was flat, and there was a black thing smeared on her face. When she saw Jiang Gu open his eyes, she smiled happily, "Brother, it's pretty. Here's a flower for you."
"Copper Coin! Let's go!" Gold called from outside.
When Tongqian heard her brother calling her, she put the little yellow flower on Jiang Gu's pillow, slid off the bed, and ran out the door.
Wei Feng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the child come out. He had just been taking the soup and she had run inside without him noticing. He hadn't dared to breathe loudly, afraid that Jiang Gu would get angry and crush the little thing with one finger.
He pushed open the door and saw Jiang Gu throw the flower on the ground.
Wei Feng bent down and picked it up, then found a teacup, used his spiritual power to collect some water, and put the flower in it.
The pot of bone broth was covered in a thick layer of oil, and the pungent, fishy smell made Jiang Gu frown.
"I'll take it back to them later." Wei Feng also found the smell pungent and irritating. Although he was also greedy, he ate food made from spiritual plants and beasts, which was rich in spiritual energy and had a fresh taste, without such a meaty smell. Jiang Gu, on the other hand, did not even touch these spiritual foods and only absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so he naturally could not stand the food that mortals ate.
Jiang Gu lifted her eyelids and glanced at him. "What happened to your face?"
Wei Feng paused in his hand as he released the flower, forcibly calming himself down, and said in a half-truthful tone, "Nothing much, I was just trying to heal you earlier, but I was accidentally injured by the magic array."
Just as Jiang Gu had guessed, he was in a pretty good mood after a good night's sleep and had made up his mind. "How many days have we been here?"
"Nine Heavens," Wei Feng answered honestly.
Jiang Gu said, "We will return to Yanghua Sect tomorrow."
"Back to Yanghua Sect?" Wei Feng was startled. "Master, we escaped from Yanghua Sect. The Linglong Sect and the Zhou family must have people guarding Yanghua Sect. We still have Lin Feibai in our hands, and there might be other members of the Lin family there as well. Wouldn't it be like walking into a trap if we went back?"
“The more dangerous the place, the safer it is.” Jiang Gu paused. “I need to go to the Purple Mansion in Weiming Prefecture to get something. If possible, I’d also like to remove the blood pact on you.”
Wei Feng was stunned. "Master, you want the magic treasures in the treasure pavilion?"
Although he asked that question, he still felt that Jiang Gu looked down on those treasures that everyone was fighting tooth and nail for.
"Just to see what you really are," Jiang Gu said expressionlessly.
Wei Feng was caught off guard and stared blankly at him. After hesitating for a long time, he picked up the bone broth on the table and went out in silence.
Jiang Gu squinted as he looked at the closed door.
Wei Feng became more wary of him after he woke up, perhaps because of the primordial spirit imprint. However, seeing the truth was good for both him and Wei Feng, and he was happy to see it happen.
It's always better to be clear-headed than to get entangled in something unclear and ambiguous.
Jiang Gu's primordial spirit was severely damaged, and the best way to deal with it was to sleep deeply to recuperate. Before Wei Feng returned, he used a magic artifact to set up a concealment array and fell into a deep sleep.
But this sleep was not restful.
First, he felt a warm, itchy sensation on his cheek and neck, then a stinging pain between his lips. His breathing became difficult, the air in his chest rapidly diminished, and his words became indistinct. He could even smell a faint scent of ecstasy, and an unprecedented heat rose within him.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
The room was completely silent, without a single person in sight. After about fifteen minutes, Wei Feng pushed the door open and came in, carrying an axe and hammer he had borrowed from a villager. He looked at him with some surprise and asked, "What's wrong, Master?"
Jiang Gu gave him a cold look and asked, "Just got back?"
"Yes, I borrowed some tools from Jinzi's mother to fix the roof." Wei Feng calmly placed the axe and hammer on the table, bent down and pulled out a box from under the table. Inside were scraps of wood. His fingers, gripping the edge of the box, trembled slightly, but were conveniently hidden by a chair leg. He said calmly, "These were given to me by Old Liu. Master, I've even learned how to fix tables from him."
"Come here," Jiang Gu said in a deep voice.
Wei Feng swallowed hard, the warmth of Jiang Gu still lingering on his lips. A drop of cold sweat dripped from his chin onto the wood. He stood up and walked over to Jiang Gu.
Jiang Gu raised his hand and covered his cheek and half of the back of his neck. A piercing, bone-scraping pain instantly swept through his body, but Wei Feng's expression remained normal. He even tilted his head and rubbed his palm against Jiang Gu's, looking innocent as he asked, "What's wrong, Master?"
Jiang Gu withdrew his hand, removed the magic array from his palm, and said coldly, "There's no need to do these things. Go and cultivate."
"Oh." Wei Feng responded in a muffled voice, glanced at his palm with reluctance, and probably realized that he didn't want to talk to him, then turned and left.
Jiang Gu lowered his eyes, dismissing the rather absurd guess in his mind. Although Wei Feng had always been a bit tactless, those intimate actions were no different from a spirit beast wanting to get close to its master in Jiang Gu's eyes. This fool probably hadn't even developed any romantic feelings yet, and when he transferred his energy to Wei Feng before, he was just trying to get the energy. Besides, with his limited courage, he wouldn't dare to do such a rebellious thing...
Most importantly, Wei Feng had no feeling for the magic array at all. If it were really him, he would have been in unbearable pain and cried out long ago.
But Jiang Gu's brows furrowed even deeper.
His primordial spirit was severely damaged, and the suppressed Huanmengxiang was able to reignite, giving rise to desire.
That's utterly absurd.
Outside, separated by a wall, Wei Feng tightly covered his cheek and neck, which Jiang Gu had just touched. Blood seeped from between his fingers. He could even clearly feel the flesh that had been melted by the magic array, sticky and mushy. However, he didn't care. In a few hours, the ghost patterns would heal these wounds completely.
He carefully licked his warm lips, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.
The taste in Master's mouth is different when he is asleep and when he is unconscious.
But he likes them all.
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