Chapter 143 Yin-Yang White Bones (Thirteen)
Wei Feng's blank gaze turned to amazement the moment it met his eyes; the most direct manifestation of this was that his slightly drooping, clear eyes widened instantly.
He hesitated and took two steps back. "Where would I get a master?!"
Even if the other party is exceptionally handsome, like a god or immortal, that doesn't mean he can become his master right away. His memory is still stuck on the time when he just came down the mountain to search for the Divine Kite Shark Scale. Yesterday, he was chatting with Xuan Zhiyan, saying that he would never take a master in this life. It's truly the most ridiculous thing in the world.
Jiang Gu hadn't seen such a pure fool in a long time. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, and with a wave of his long sleeve, a water mirror appeared in front of the two of them, reflecting Wei Feng's appearance.
The young man in the water mirror had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with a tall and straight figure. His red robes were covered in wounds, one arm revealing bone, and his face bore numerous mottled, exposed cuts. Wei Feng, horrified by the gruesome sight in the mirror, screamed and nearly jumped to his feet, his face deathly pale. "Who is this! This is definitely not me! How could someone as handsome as me become such a grotesque figure?!"
The noise made Jiang Gu's ears ring.
Jiang Gu frowned and covered him with many healing arrays. He then tried to feed him pills, but the guy stubbornly refused to open his mouth, covering his leaky mouth with his bone claws and saying, "Who knows if you're trying to poison me? I won't eat it, I'd rather die than eat it!"
"..." Jiang Gu narrowed his eyes.
However, Wei Feng couldn't last even a moment before he started howling in agony, clutching his wounds and rolling on the ground in pain, yelling, "What did you use on me? It hurts so much!!!"
Jiang Gu frowned as he looked at the young man rolling on the ground. He remembered that Wei Feng was extremely afraid of pain, but he couldn't quite recall whether he had ever been this fragile, even being able to cry and roll around in pain when a healing array with pain relief was applied.
"Don't cry, get up." He used his spiritual power to lift the person up from the ground.
Wei Feng was already sobbing uncontrollably, her swollen eyes staring at him in fear, as if he were some kind of great demon who could take lives.
A lump formed in Jiang Gu's throat, neither rising nor falling. He thought that if things started anew, at least Wei Feng would think he was a good person.
"I'm healing you," Jiang Gu explained to the fool with a cold expression. "I've already added a pain-relieving spell."
Wei Feng looked at him with teary eyes, and said in a sobbing voice, "I don't believe it. What exactly did you do to me? Where is my body? You didn't possess me or refine medicine, did you? Let me tell you, I am a member of the Yanghua Sect. I have many treasures and spirit stones. As long as you return my body to me, I can exchange spirit stones and heaven-rank magic treasures with you."
"...Heh." Jiang Gu chuckled at his stupidity, a faint smile appearing on his face. "Then why don't I just kill you and take the treasure?"
"Only the blood pact on my body can open the treasure pavilion. If I die, you won't get a single thing." Wei Feng's eyes darted around, flashing with a hint of innocent cunning.
Jiang Gu forced a smile and wiped away the tears on his eyelashes. "I'm not interested in your magic weapons and spirit stones. You came down the mountain this time to find the Divine Kite Shark Scale to cure the inexplicable heat and itching in your body, is that right?"
Wei Feng was stunned. He was the only one who knew about this matter, and even Xuan Zhiyan had never mentioned it in detail. Yet the other party knew so much about it.
“Your soul and primordial spirit are unharmed, which is enough to prove that I did not search your soul.” Jiang Gu guided his spiritual power to circulate around his body, and at the same time healed the hidden injuries that had damaged his meridians. He then took him to circulate in his sea of consciousness and dantian, which had been expanded countless times. “Although you are only at the first level of Qi Refining now, your meridians, sea of consciousness and dantian are no different from those of a Mahayana cultivator. Moreover, you have now undergone marrow cleansing and meridian tempering, and have become a half-heavenly fire spiritual root.”
Wei Feng looked completely bewildered, his mind racing. After a long pause, he finally asked, "What is a half-life fire spirit root?"
"...A talent somewhere between a single spiritual root and a heavenly spiritual root." Jiang Gu said patiently, "This matter involves many things, and I will explain it to you in detail later. You just need to remember that it has been seven years since you left the mountain. We are now facing great difficulties on the Wangyue Continent. All you need to do is survive and cultivate. Do you understand?"
His tone was serious and his expression was cold, much like the preachy elders of the Yanghua Sect. Wei Feng's thoughts were unconsciously led by him, and he nodded before he even realized it.
Moreover, the other person's aura was so warm and pleasant that he subconsciously relaxed and even wanted to get closer.
But in the end, his wariness prevailed. He looked at Jiang Gu with suspicion, his hands still trembling from the pain, and tentatively asked, "Master?"
"Mm," Jiang Gu replied.
"Could you add a few more pain-relieving magic circles?" Wei Feng pitifully grabbed his sleeve. "It really hurts."
“…Okay.” Jiang Gu added several more pain-relieving magic circles to him, several layers thicker than the healing magic circles, before he stopped whimpering and about to cry.
She's ridiculously spoiled.
Wei Feng sniffed, lowered his head and tugged at his clothes, which were much too big for him. He stared at the person in the water mirror for a long time, almost lying on the mirror. After the skin on his face had healed, he could indeed vaguely see his former appearance, only much more mature and handsome. After confirming that he looked better, he nodded in satisfaction and then curiously looked around at his surroundings.
Jiang Gu had just finished adjusting his breathing when he saw this bastard climb to the top of the tree. Just as he was about to speak, the branch under the other's feet snapped in two.
Wei Feng shouted, but before he could finish, a powerful spiritual force wrapped around his waist and placed him steadily on the ground.
Wei Feng scratched his head sheepishly and smiled at him, "I saw you were meditating, so I didn't dare disturb you, Master...?"
He called out cautiously and tentatively, and Jiang Gu only responded with a faint "You already know how to fly on a sword, so you don't need to climb trees."
Wei Feng's eyes lit up with surprise. "Then can I fly? By the way, Master, do I already have my own natal magic weapon?"
"Hmm." Jiang Gu waved his hand, and the long-handled broadsword appeared in Wei Feng's palm.
Upon seeing the Mo Dao, Wei Feng exclaimed in surprise, "What a majestic longsword! Mine? My natal magic weapon is actually this powerful! Hahahaha, I knew it!"
Jiang Gu calmly observed his every move, even paying attention to the flow and direction of his spiritual energy. Only when he confirmed that Wei Feng was struggling to use even the most basic sword control technique did he reluctantly believe that Wei Feng had truly had all his memories of him sealed away.
The Wei Feng before me is innocent and harmless, with the liveliness and vigor unique to young people, as well as his own unique chatter and foolishness, which is completely different from the irritable, gloomy and violent Wei Feng who grows up.
Wei Feng's attention was completely drawn to the long sword. Jiang Gu watched coldly from the sidelines, unconsciously raising his hand to touch the lip that Wei Feng had just bitten. His expression paused slightly, and he rudely cut off and suppressed all the emotions surging in his chest.
That's good.
It's just a matter of teaching him from scratch again, and everything will be back on track. Wei Feng can only be his disciple, nothing more.
"Come here," he called to Wei Feng.
"Here I am, Master!" Wei Feng ran towards him excitedly, carrying his sword, his eyes sparkling as he looked him over. "Master, what did you mean when you said that although I'm only at the first level of Qi Refining, my cultivation has already reached the Mahayana stage? Am I really that powerful?"
"Hmm," Jiang Gu said, "We can try it out once we leave the city and find a secret realm."
"City? Master, where are we now?"
"In Heguan City, people from the Burning Platform Palace are chasing us."
"What is Heguan City? What is the Burning Platform Palace? Why are they chasing us?"
"..." Jiang Gu turned his head and glanced at him indifferently.
He didn't want to explain too much, and he was extremely verbose.
But Wei Feng clearly didn't think so. He was filled with the boundless curiosity of a young man. "Master, are you very powerful? You were able to defeat them so easily! Did the Yanghua Sect send us? How is the Yanghua Sect now? What did we experience in Pingze?"
Isn't it as dramatic and exciting as in the storybooks? We, master and disciple, fought against gods and demons alike, defeating all rivals, and then came to the Moon Gazing Continent to seek new opportunities? Master, haven't we obtained many opportunities and magical treasures? Is our cultivation constantly advancing? Master, do you have an honorific title yet? For example, the Holy Martial Venerable? Master, isn't the Moon Gazing Continent very fun—”
Jiang Gu raised his hand without turning his head and snapped his fingers in front of him, instantly silencing the noisy voice.
"Waaah..." Wei Feng raised his hand to touch his mouth, which he couldn't open, and anxiously tugged at Jiang Gu's sleeve.
'Master! I can't speak anymore!!!'
"Quiet down." Jiang Gu stared coldly at Wei Feng. "Say another word, and I'll cut your tongue out."
Wei Feng's eyes widened in fright, a look of panic and doubt flashing in them, as if he were questioning Wei Feng's identity once again.
Jiang Gu hadn't had such a headache in a long time. He forced himself to soften his tone, "I will explain everything you want to know later. Once we leave the Spirit Realm, your identity will only be my spirit pet, understand?"
With his mouth no longer sealed, Wei Feng swallowed hard, becoming much more composed, and cautiously asked, "Why a spirit pet?"
"You—" Jiang Gu originally wanted to say, "Where do you get so many questions?" but seeing his cautious expression, he changed the subject, "To save my life."
Wei Feng nodded. "Then it can't be true, right?"
“Of course not,” Jiang Gu said. “You are my disciple.”
Wei Feng's eyes lit up instantly, and his voice unconsciously rose, "Disciple of a master!!!"
Jiang Gu stared at him expressionlessly.
Wei Feng immediately covered his mouth, smiled and smiled at him, whispering, "I know, Master."
Jiang Gu chuckled, raised her hand to pinch his cheek, and casually wiped away the bloodstains. "Let's go."
After saying that, he turned and left the Spirit Realm.
Wei Feng stared at the vortex that was taller than a person, clenched his fist, and jumped up, shouting silently, "Master! Inheritance! Disciple!"
He knew he was definitely a genius!
His cheeks flushed slightly with excitement. He raised his hand to touch the cheek that Jiang Gu had pinched earlier, wincing in pain.
My master is beautiful and kind-hearted, but she has a very strong grip.
He smiled, his eyes crinkling, and then, mimicking Jiang Gu, leaped out of the spiritual realm.
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