Chapter 600: What kind of world is this?

When Jiang Feng woke up again, his condition had improved a lot.

The pain seeping from the bone gaps faded, replaced by a sore, distended feeling.

He opened his eyes; it was still that thatched hut.

Jiang Feng lay there, staring at the thatched roof above him for a while.

He tried to move his body a bit.

His right hand could move, although it was sore, but it could indeed move.

His recovery was faster than he had expected.

Jiang Feng propped himself on the straw mat and slowly sat up.

The movement was slow; each shift made his bones crack.

After sitting up, he took several breaths, a thin sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he managed to stay seated.

He looked around.

Then he saw that clump of something in the corner.

The small beast curled up in the grass pile at the wall corner, its body shrunk into a fluffy ball, several tails twisted together and draped over its back, sound asleep.

Its mouth slightly opened, revealing a tiny pink tongue that twitched with each breath.

Jiang Feng stared at it for a few seconds.

Lu Wu.

The legendary Kunlun Sacred Beast, that colossal creature that stepped out from underground.

Human-faced, tiger-bodied, nine-tailed, its whole body wreathed in lightning; a single glance could make someone like Dongfang Jue's soul tremble with fear.

Is this furball before my eyes?

Jiang Feng's mouth twitched.

At that moment, footsteps came from outside the hut.

Still the same gray robe, the same wooden hairpin holding his long hair, the same youthful, handsome face.

He still held that pottery jar in his hand, glanced at the sitting-up Jiang Feng, his expression unchanged, merely giving a slight nod.

Then he walked in, squatted down, and placed the jar on the ground.

"Drink it."

He poured a bowl of medicinal soup and handed it over.

Jiang Feng took the bowl, lowered his head to look at it.

The medicinal soup was dark and thick like ink, exuding a rich herbal aroma.

He didn't hesitate, lifted the bowl and drank it all in one go.

The soup was bitter, more bitter than last time, bitter enough to numb his tongue.

But after the bitterness passed, a warm heat rose from his stomach, flowing through his meridians to his limbs, making his whole body feel warm.

Jiang Feng returned the empty bowl, thinking the man would refill it.

But the man didn't take it.

He glanced at Jiang Feng, then at the empty bowl, reached out, took the bowl, and set it aside.

Jiang Feng froze for a moment.

"No more?"

"No more."

The man spoke lightly.

"Today's dosage is enough; drinking more you can't absorb."

Jiang Feng nodded, not asking further.

He didn't know who the man was, why he had saved him, or where this place was.

But he could sense that the man bore him no hostility.

That feeling was strange, hard to put into words, but he was quite certain of it.

The man sat there, gazing at Jiang Feng for a while, his eyes sweeping over his face.

Jiang Feng felt a bit uneasy under his gaze, but didn't avoid it, just met his eyes.

After a while, the man spoke.

"Your body is recovering quite well."

"Your foundation is decent, not too bad."

Jiang Feng said nothing.

The man's gaze became more direct, fixed on Jiang Feng's eyes.

"Do you still remember who you are?"

Jiang Feng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the words died at his lips.

He thought for a long time.

Really long—long enough that the man's brows furrowed slightly.

Then Jiang Feng shook his head.

His expression was calm, but his eyes held an indescribable bewilderment.

"My memory is fragmented; I can't recall many things."

He paused, lifted his head to look at the man, his eyes holding a hint of expectation.

"Do you know who I am?"

The man looked at him, his expression turning somewhat subtle.

That expression was hard to describe, like being speechless, like disdain, and also a bit of helpless laughter.

It was already stupid enough.

He shook his head and let out a sigh.

Isn't it even more stupid now?

Jiang Feng:...

He didn't know what to say.

The way this man spoke made him feel familiar, but he couldn't recall where he had met him before.

The man didn't continue to dwell on the topic, he waved his hand casually.

Forget it, if you don't remember, then you don't remember.

He looked at Jiang Feng, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

Even if you remembered something with your current injury, it wouldn't do you any good. Not being able to remember means it's not yet the time to remember.

Jiang Feng frowned, feeling there was more to those words, but he couldn't grasp the point.

Then what should I remember?

You don't need to remember anything.

The man said.

You just need to remember one thing.

What?

You are called A Feng.

A Feng?

Jiang Feng repeated the name once, muttering to himself.

A Feng... A Feng...

He said it twice, feeling something was off, but couldn't put his finger on it.

Just call him A Feng?

He asked.

Just call him A Feng.

The man nodded.

Jiang Feng opened his mouth, wanting to say that name might not be right, but the words died on his lips.

Because he suddenly realized he wasn't even sure what his own name was.

The man looked at his troubled expression, the smile deepening, but said nothing.

Just then, a creak came from the corner.

Jiang Feng turned his head and saw the little beast had woken up.

It crawled up from the grass pile, its four short legs supporting its round body, the few tangled tails swaying behind, then it yawned.

After yawning, the little beast's big golden eyes turned, first seeing Jiang Feng, then the man.

It instantly became energetic.

Its four short legs pattered as it ran, from the corner all the way to the man's side, then it stopped abruptly, crouching beside the man's leg.

It lifted its human face, looked up at the man, its big golden eyes full of flattery.

That gaze, how to put it, was like a cat seeing its owner with a can.

In short, it was that kind of... utterly undignified look.

Then it began rubbing its head against the man's leg.

It rubbed hard, messing up its fur, but it didn't care, the sound soft and sweet, like it was being coquettish.

Jiang Feng watched this scene, his whole body frozen.

An image appeared in his mind.

In the darkness, thunder and lightning intertwined, silver-white light illuminating the entire underground.

A colossal creature emerged from the abyss, each step making the earth tremble, its body wrapped in terrifying thunder and lightning, its golden vertical pupils like two lamps, nine tails swaying behind, each as thick as an iron whip.

That humanoid tiger-bodied nine-tailed giant beast.

The legendary holy beast that guards Kunlun.

Is this the very creature now rubbing against the man's leg, squeaking and being coquettish, a furball?

Jiang Feng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

His mind was a bit overwhelmed.

The man lowered his head to glance at the little beast by his leg, expressionless.

The little beast continued rubbing.

The man raised his hand and patted its head.

The action was casual, like petting an ordinary cat.

The little beast closed its eyes in comfort, its mouth opened, showing an obvious smile, its squeaks growing happier.

Jiang Feng watched this scene, the corner of his mouth twitching.

He remembered the name the man had called it before.

It...

Jiang Feng spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

Is it called Lu Wu?

The man glanced at him and nodded.

Hmm.

That is that…… Kunlun Sacred Beast?

Hmm.

That is that…… Human-faced Tiger-bodied Nine-tailed……

Hmm.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, glanced at the man, then at the fur ball enjoying the head-petting service, and then glanced at the man again.

He still couldn't quite believe it.

The man seemed to notice his doubt and spoke lightly.

You don't need to worry; it means you no harm.

His hand moved away from Lu Wu's head, and he patted its back.

From now on, you two take it slow.

Lu Wu heard this, lifted his head to glance at the man, then turned his head to look at Jiang Feng.

Those big golden eyes blinked, as if sizing him up, as if confirming something.

Then it trotted over on its short little legs, pat-pat.

Jiang Feng instinctively shrank back a bit, but behind him was a pile of grass, with nowhere to retreat.

Lu Wu walked up to him, just like last time, drew near, and sniffed his hand with its wet nose.

After sniffing, it seemed quite satisfied.

It raised its head, looking at Jiang Feng, its golden eyes holding an indescribable closeness.

Then it stuck out its tongue and licked the back of Jiang Feng's hand again.

That tongue was soft and warm, making the back of the hand itch when it licked.

Jiang Feng lowered his head to look at this little beast, his Brain in utter chaos.

What…… what kind of world is this!