Cultivation: The Heaven's Fated Useless Genius-Chapter 63 – An Unusual Hero Saves the Beauty

She knew these scenes were all pre-designed by Gu Feng, and she couldn't help but marvel at his wild creativity.

She repeatedly transmitted her voice, "How do you come up with these ideas? You're full of tricks! It's brilliant!"

To rope Murong Ze into his plan, Gu Feng had racked his brains.

This hero-saving-beauty routine was something he decided on after countless sleepless nights, combining experiences and patterns from his previous life.

Lying in Fang Feixue's arms, Gu Feng made a familiar funny face and replied, "It's not me who's brilliant, it's Jin Yong."

"Who is Jin Yong?"

"A storytelling master..." Gu Feng replied silently.

Fang Feixue was speechless and said no more. She watched Murong Ze's performance intently, finding it incredibly captivating, with none of her initial disdain.

The leading black-clothed person was taken aback by Murong Ze's words, then burst into laughter, "Hahaha, interesting. If Young Master Murong can take my three punches and still stand, my brothers and I will willingly retreat!"

"It's a deal! Come on!"

Murong Ze's body shook, his cultivation surging, and a faint red protective divine light emerged on his body.

The black-clothed person suddenly shifted in mid-air, flashing in front of Murong Ze, and punched fiercely at his chest.

"Bang!" A dull thud!

Murong Ze feigned a frown and murmured, "The first punch..."

The black-clothed person let out a long howl and swung another punch!

"Boom!"

Murong Ze flew back several meters, barely stabilizing himself. He secretly bit his tongue, letting a trace of blood seep from the corner of his mouth, and coldly said, "That's the second punch!"

Jiang Chuyao watched in shock, feeling a strange sensation towards Murong Ze for the first time.

The black-clothed person pondered for a moment and swung another punch. This final punch carried a force that twisted the surrounding space.

"Boom!"

Murong Ze's protective divine light shattered instantly, veins bulging on his face, his brows furrowed tightly, "This is the last punch, you lost..."

A gentle breeze blew, and though he swayed, he still stood firm.

The black-clothed person's three punches seemed incredibly powerful, but they were merely illusions, meant to disturb the surrounding spiritual energy without causing real harm.

Everything proceeded according to Gu Feng's pre-arranged script, with each character performing flawlessly.

"Enough, enough!"

The leading black-clothed person waved his hand and sighed, "Young Master Murong not only has superb cultivation but also an outstanding character! We seven brothers respect you as a true man, and today, we'll let it go!"

"Brothers, let's go! Back to the mountain to drink!"

The seven's performance finally wrapped up, and they straightforwardly scattered with their light, disappearing without a trace in no time!

With the black-clothed people gone, Murong Ze stood alone in the air, momentarily unsure how to continue acting.

Seeing the awkwardness, Gu Feng knew this guy had forgotten the plot and quickly transmitted his voice secretly, "It's not over yet, spit blood, don't forget to spit blood!"

With Gu Feng's reminder, Murong Ze recalled the script, quickly mobilizing the Elemental Infant within his spiritual sea, deliberately disturbing his meridians, feeling a sweetness in his throat...

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out...

Blood stained the air, all for the sake of beauty!

Murong Ze now looked utterly blood-soaked, as tragic as could be, even the caravan's guards were moved by the scene, sighing silently.

"Murong Ze!"

Jiang Chuyao finally couldn't remain indifferent. She hurriedly supported the swaying Murong Ze, her face full of concern, "Why are you so foolish? Is it worth doing this for me?"

He glanced at Jiang Chuyao and replied softly, "It's worth it..."

With that, his eyes rolled back, and he pretended to faint.

Seeing the situation, Bai Jugu quickly called for the merchants in the caravan to bring a stretcher and gently placed him on it.

At this moment, Jiang Chuyao was already in tears.

Gu Feng finally decided to emerge from Fang Feixue's embrace.

Feigning concern, he approached the stretcher, reached out to check Murong Ze's Spiritual Platform and Dantian, and put on the demeanor of an experienced doctor.

After a while, he suddenly announced to everyone, "Fortunately, fortunately, Young Master Murong's skills are profound. It's just a minor injury, his blood and energy are in turmoil. With a few days of good rest, he'll be fine."

Hearing this, everyone finally relaxed.

Jiang Chuyao nodded gratefully, her gaze towards Murong Ze softening with affection.

"Thank you, Brother Gu. Your great kindness, I will never forget!"

Murong Ze's voice transmitted to Gu Feng's ear, and Gu Feng rolled his eyes, replying, "Don't be reckless, develop cautiously..."

"Huh...?"

Gu Feng, in a slightly annoyed tone, transmitted back, "What I mean is, the road ahead is still long. If you want Jiang Chuyao to be devoted to you, you must stay calm and not lose your composure!"

After a pause, Murong Ze responded, "Understood, from now on, if Brother Gu tells me to go east, I will never look west. If Brother Gu wants me to kill, I will never set fire..."

"Enough! I'll arrange for the caravan to send you back to camp later!"

Interrupting impatiently, Gu Feng transmitted, "Just keep pretending to be dead today, don't wake up and risk exposing yourself. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't stay to chat!"

"Alright, I'll do as Brother Gu says!"

At this moment, Murong Ze was completely convinced by Gu Feng. Following Gu Feng's script, it was the first time in so many years that he saw Jiang Chuyao worry and cry for him.

This was a qualitative leap!

If he had any doubts about Gu Feng before, they had now completely vanished.

He simply closed his eyes tightly and obediently pretended to be dead, circulating his True Core internally to quietly adjust his breath.

The blood he spat earlier was due to forcibly reversing his meridians. Although it wasn't a major injury, it still required some time to recover.

However, all of this was worth it for Murong Ze!

As long as he could win Jiang Chuyao's heart, he was willing to spill all his blood if necessary.

After this thrilling yet safe incident, the caravan was once again ready to set off.

Bai Jugu arranged a small team to escort Murong Ze and Yan Wushuang back to camp to recuperate. Jiang Chuyao had lost interest in playing and returned with the group.

Murong Ze naturally continued to play dead, but Yan Wushuang was not.

The Fire Crow of the Departed Flame, transformed by a Murong Family cultivator, had severely injured his physical body. Although Yan Wushuang's spirit was unharmed, he would still need to rest for several dozen days to recover.

Gu Feng was quite satisfied with this outcome.

He just wanted to use the Murong Family cultivator's hand to teach Yan Wushuang a lesson. After all, although this guy didn't show it on the surface, he often looked down on others in his heart.

Especially since he still harbored feelings for Fang Feixue, if he wasn't regularly put in his place, he'd only become more arrogant and reckless.

Gu Feng thought to himself that he had Fang Feixue firmly under control now.

But a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea, and with Yan Wushuang as such a significant spare tire always around her, Gu Feng couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

The safest way was to quickly find the Nine Tribulations Witch King, take everyone away from here, and return to Heroic Spirit City. Would he still fear Yan Wushuang chasing after them?

The caravan made a brief stop to rest and then continued on their journey.

Gu Feng followed along, noticing that many villagers along the way came to exchange local Gu sources for Spirit Stones, and they were all quite familiar with each other, clearly old acquaintances.

It was evident that the Jiang family's caravan had a good reputation in the area, never abusing their power.

The caravan moved on and off, finally arriving at the green bamboo forest.

Gu Feng had come here alone last night, and now looking at the bamboo forest again, it felt vastly different from before.

The entire bamboo forest, under the sunlight, exuded a faint aura of harmony, with mysterious halos swirling above it.

"It's the Buddha's Light of Salvation..." Fang Feixue, knowledgeable as she was, whispered in Gu Feng's ear.

The caravan members arrived at the bamboo forest and quickly clasped their hands together in reverence.

"Master Kue's Buddhist teachings are profound, and the surrounding villagers are all his followers. Since we're here for business, we should follow local customs."

Bai Jugu smiled, clasped his hands together, and silently prayed.

Gu Feng and Fang Feixue exchanged wry smiles and followed suit in prayer.

After a moment, Monk Huineng slowly emerged from the bamboo forest. He immediately spotted Gu Feng, his expression somewhat unfriendly, but he eventually suppressed it and murmured, "Everyone, Master invites the Jiang family's caravan to rest here temporarily. In a moment, I will bring this year's freshly harvested Bodhi Bamboo for you to trade."

Bai Jugu beamed with joy. Their caravan came here every year for the Bodhi Bamboo.

He had been worried that Gu Feng's recklessness last night would anger them, but it seemed everything was fine. He nodded repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, Little Master Huineng."

Huineng clasped his hands together, bowed silently, and when he rose, he looked at Gu Feng and asked, "Are you Gu Feng?"

Gu Feng was taken aback. He had crossed paths with Huineng last night but hadn't revealed his name, only saying he was a guard for the Jiang family's caravan. He had no idea how this bald monk knew his identity.

After thinking for a moment, Gu Feng simply nodded and admitted, "Yes, I am."

"Come with me."

Huineng, with a cold expression, turned and said, "Master wants to see you."