MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 9
by Volare“What exactly happened in that smoke just now?”
“Haha, what a twist of fate.”
Shen Yucheng ignored the crowd’s chatter and calmly returned to the viewing platform. As soon as he sat down, Li Juemu crowded around him, excitedly stammering, “Just now! Brother Shen! How… Amazing! Too!”
Spraying a good mouthful of saliva, Shen Yucheng’s face was wet. He closed his eyes and wiped his face. Mo Yifeng frowned and pushed Li Juemu away, not letting him get so close, “Get lost.”
He turned his head and stuck close to Shen Yucheng, “Junior Brother, you’ve worked hard.”
Li Juemu forcibly calmed down and sorted out his thoughts, “No, really amazing. How did Brother Shen avoid that pile of explosive talismans just now?”
The sparring platform was only so big, the power of the talismans could affect even those outside the arena. Shen Yucheng even had a leg problem coming on stage. He was really curious how he dodged them.
Shen Yucheng recalled the moment the talismans exploded. Mo Yifeng’s words appeared in his mind. Cai Ji was the son of a merchant, so it was impossible that he didn’t have any magical treasures on him, so he wasn’t too surprised by those talismans.
But perhaps he didn’t understand the power of those talismans.
At that critical moment, he used gold thread to tie himself to the building behind him, instantly pulling himself back, and then used the gold thread to build a giant net, blocking the power of the residual explosions.
Looking at the constantly exploding sky, his heart sank. If he hadn’t dodged in time, there would have been one more corpse on the ground.
Cai Ji was wholeheartedly trying to kill him. He covered his nose, the repeated explosions made visibility very low. Cai Ji must be lying in ambush outside, and if he rashly went out now, he would fall right into the opponent’s trap.
Shen Yucheng thought for a moment, a flash of inspiration, and a hint of playfulness appeared in his eyes.
Then came the scene of the mist dissipating.
“Then is he dead?” Li Juemu watched Cai Ji on the stage being carried away by the medical cultivator, his heart filled with mixed feelings, and silently vowed never to offend Brother Shen.
Mo Yifeng said softly, “Junior Brother is still too soft-hearted.” If it were him, this Cai Ji wouldn’t have the chance to see the sunrise tomorrow.
Shen Yucheng had just finished the competition, and compared to physical exhaustion, he felt that his heart was even more tired. He almost got blown to death in a competition, “No, just scared him a bit, he fainted.”
As Cai Ji was carried away, the discussions gradually shifted to the next competition. However, Shen Yucheng’s performance today left a deep impression on the hearts of the disciples, and reminded them that Shen Yucheng was not weak.
The first day of the Promotion Examination ended, and thousands of disciples were screened down to five hundred. In the second day’s competition, the disciples of noble families would begin to join the competition. Some of them were so strong that they didn’t need to participate in the preliminary round.
Shen Yucheng still had to endure tomorrow to compete for the top three, but perhaps because he had never participated in this type of activity before, he was already very tired after today, and in addition, the giant beast in his body was still absorbing his spiritual power all the time. When Fu Lingxuan announced that they could leave, he just wanted to go back and sleep soundly.
However, after they separated from Li Juemu, they were about to leave.
“Wait.” Fu Lingxuan walked towards them, “Two Junior Brothers, don’t be in a hurry. I think it’s very necessary to tell you my heart.”
Shen Yucheng rolled his eyes in exhaustion, cursing inwardly: Tell my heart, my ass.
Mo Yifeng also had the same expression. Fu Lingxuan smiled when he saw it, “Has anyone ever said that you two look like a couple?”
Perhaps this sentence made Mo Yifeng happy. For the first time, he peacefully returned to Futian Sect with Fu Lingxuan. As for Shen Yucheng, he couldn’t protest either. If he didn’t go back with them, it might take him a day to climb back to Futian Sect from here.
The gatekeeper disciples of Futian Sect were about to drop their jaws when they saw the situation, thinking that the cultivation world was about to end. These two geniuses who were like fire and water actually came back together.
This matter spread throughout the entire Futian Sect in less than an hour.
At that time, people didn’t know what was going on. Fu Lingxuan took out Bai Duo wine, “I like this wine. Tell me if you can’t get used to it.”
The three of them sat in the pavilion on the highest peak of Futian Sect. It was far away from the noise and silent, only the night wind gently blowing, bringing the rustling sound of bamboo leaves.
Outside the pavilion were green pines and cypresses, and the moonlight was like water, reflecting on the bluestone ground of the pavilion, as if covered with a layer of silver frost. In the distance, the mountains undulated and were surrounded by clouds and mist, like a dream.
Fu Lingxuan took a sip of wine, “Can you explain Junior Brother’s matter?”
Shen Yucheng stared at Mo Yifeng mercilessly, he wouldn’t take the blame.
Mo Yifeng smiled insincerely, “I just had a whim and wanted a Junior Brother. What, do I have to report this to Genius Fu?”
“That’s not necessary, but I know that Yifeng likes strange things.” Fu Lingxuan glanced at Shen Yucheng, “To be able to catch your eye, this person must have something extraordinary.”
Mo Yifeng didn’t like to talk too much with this person, because the other party’s insight was too keen, and even if he did things very carefully, he would be noticed a little.
When he was a child, he was repeatedly tricked by this person.
Mo Yifeng refused to be outdone, and took a pot and poured it down, “Thank you for your concern, Second Senior Brother. The matter of Junior Brother was approved by Master.”
Fu Lingxuan was stunned. He thought this was just Mo Yifeng’s wishful thinking, but he didn’t expect that Master also knew and agreed.
Today, he also witnessed Shen Yucheng’s performance on the field. For a menial worker without resources, it was really extraordinary to be able to establish a foundation in a short period of time. But Mo Yifeng’s love for him was unusual, and it was also possible to help him cultivate.
During the competition, Shen Yucheng relied solely on vision and instantaneous reaction to avoid the fierce offensive. That skilled posture was by no means luck. He was also able to avoid the explosive talismans. Those gold threads should be magical instruments, and he needed to investigate further.
Shen Yucheng sat on one side of the pavilion, trying his best to ignore the sparks that the two cunning foxes were wipe out in the air.
He wasn’t surprised by Fu Lingxuan’s reaction. When he was a child, he had seen many eyes like this. In this world, only a freak like Mo Yifeng would randomly pick up a Junior Brother on the street.
Shen Yucheng looked down at the wine pot, the transparent liquid shimmering faintly in the moonlight. He took a sip of the wine that he had only seen in the trash heap before. When it first entered his mouth, the coolness of the wine quickly spread across the tip of his tongue, and then the spicy sensation burned his taste buds, sliding all the way down and seeping into his throat.
Not tasty.
But he couldn’t help but pour another mouthful of wine. His throat felt a burning sensation, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red. This feeling actually made him feel a trace of comfort.
Unconsciously, he drank several pots, until he felt that his vision was beginning to blur and his head was becoming heavy. Suddenly, he heard, “I heard that you two are still living together. What’s going on?”
Upon hearing this, Shen Yucheng’s hand holding the wine glass trembled.
Mo Yifeng: “Senior Brother seems to be very interested in our private life.”
Of course, Mo Yifeng wouldn’t confess that they had a Dao Companion Contract and that Shen Yucheng was cultivating the Forbidden Dao, but this answer seemed to admit that they were living together.
Shen Yucheng was about to drink another pot of wine when he felt a hand gently resting on his wrist, stopping him from continuing to drink. That palm was warm and thick, and there was a kind of invisible sense of security.
“Yucheng-ge, don’t drink, you’re drunk.” Mo Yifeng said in a low voice.
Shen Yucheng’s vision swayed slightly. He raised his head and saw Mo Yifeng’s handsome face looking particularly soft in the moonlight.
But perhaps it was an illusion, he felt that the other party was in a bad mood.
But he felt the effect of alcohol was spreading rapidly, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. In the end, he couldn’t resist the invasion of this sleepiness and slowly closed his eyes.
Fu Lingxuan suddenly said, “Five Spiritual Roots fusion, indeed a strange thing.”
Mo Yifeng had learned about this from the Immortal Doctor before, so he wasn’t surprised at the moment, “You added something to the wine just to say this?”
Fu Lingxuan added medicine to the Bai Duo wine, which could Peeping the inner body of the drinker.
“Futian Sect is not a place where a menial worker can casually enter. I have an obligation to understand these things.”
Mo Yifeng picked up Shen Yucheng, not wanting to listen to nonsense.
Fu Lingxuan suddenly said, “I need to tell you that theoretically, Five Spiritual Roots fusion cannot survive. I don’t know what method he used, but he shouldn’t live long.”
Hearing this, Mo Yifeng looked at Shen Yucheng’s sleeping appearance, his slender eyelashes trembling gently, casting shadows on his face through the moonlight, and his cheeks were slightly red because of the Bai Duo wine. His breathing became steady, like a cute doll.
“According to your previous observers, this time isn’t far from giving up, right?” Fu Lingxuan noticed that in Mo Yifeng’s eyes, in addition to gentleness, there was more indifference towards objects.
He knew what kind of person his Junior Brother was. The most cold-blooded person in the world was none other than him.
Mo Yifeng looked down at the person in his arms, and after a moment of silence, gently put Shen Yucheng down.
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The next morning, Shen Yucheng woke up in bed, feeling a splitting headache. He looked at the thin clothes on his body and recalled passing out last night after drinking.
… No wonder the aunt in the slums said that wine is not a good thing.
He got out of bed and found that his legs and feet were already better, so he went outside and saw Mo Yifeng practicing his sword. Mo Yifeng’s swordsmanship was light and smooth, and the sword light was dazzling, making people unable to take their eyes off it. Shen Yucheng didn’t care at first, but when he took a closer look, he found that Mo Yifeng’s face was bruised.
“What happened to your face?” Shen Yucheng was surprised and went forward to take a look.
Mo Yifeng saw Shen Yucheng wake up and sheathed his sword, “Did you feel unwell after drinking last night?”
Shen Yucheng recalled that Mo Yifeng should have brought him back, “No big deal, thank you.”
Mo Yifeng paused slightly, and the corner of his mouth hooked up, “Junior Brother was quite cute when he was drunk.” But there was not a trace of a smile in his eyes.
Shen Yucheng’s heart tightened, afraid that he had done something embarrassing last night, and hurriedly asked if the injury on his face was caused by him. He was afraid that this fox, Mo Yifeng, would take the opportunity to knock him again.
Mo Yifeng smiled without saying a word, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes.
Seeing this, his mood was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, until the two of them went to the martial arts arena together and started the second day of the competition, Shen Yucheng saw that Fu Lingxuan’s face was also Color hanging.
Damn it, didn’t beat both of them?