MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 31
by VolareThe cacophony around him surged like a tide, eroding Mo Yifeng’s consciousness. He lowered his eyelids, staring at the ground beneath his feet, everything around him seemed to morph into shadowy specters, swaying before his eyes, disrupting his already chaotic thoughts.
Fragments of his first encounter with Shen Yucheng flashed through his mind. That time, he had accidentally discovered Shen Yucheng’s secret and eavesdropped outside the medical clinic, catching a glimpse of that extraordinary face.
On Hanji Peak, Shen Yucheng displayed a stubborn resilience when facing dozens of massive beasts.
During the Promotion Examination, the other party showcased his courage and wisdom in several matches.
And when he was suffering from the extreme cold, Shen Yucheng unintentionally revealed a tenderness. These qualities, like invisible threads, tightly pulled him, causing him to involuntarily seek out the other’s figure. Unknowingly, he had begun to crave seeing Shen Yucheng at all times.
Mo Yifeng stood alone, feeling the gentle breeze in the Ling Danbo Realm, as if a gust of wind could topple him over. He blankly raised his head, his blurred vision gradually focusing, discovering that Fu Lingxuan had appeared at some point and was talking to someone.
He followed Fu Lingxuan’s gaze and saw Lingyi and Nie Yue. The scene of Shen Yucheng being slammed into the rock pile resurfaced in his mind. A surge went through him, and his chaotic mind instantly cleared. His limbs seemed to move uncontrollably, each step steady and powerful as he moved forward.
Kill.
Kill them.
Fu Lingxuan was probing Lingyi for information about the mastermind behind the scenes when he suddenly caught sight of Mo Yifeng walking towards Lingyi. His eyes glowed with a crimson light, identical to his natal sword, and he seemed to merge with the sword, controlling every wisp of air.
“Crap,” Fu Lingxuan gritted his teeth, Mo Yifeng was clearly not himself. He hurriedly tried to step forward and stop him, but there was still some distance between them.
Mo Yifeng saw nothing else in his eyes, approaching Lingyi’s neck directly, as if a red crack had appeared before him, guiding him to swing his sword down from there.
His steps were swift and decisive, going from a rapid walk to a semi-aerial flight in an instant, arriving before the two in the blink of an eye.
Lingyi was caught off guard by Mo Yifeng’s sudden attack, having no time to react, she could only use her arm to forcibly block the sword. The crimson blade pierced deeply into her arm.
A few streaks of scarlet blood splattered on Nie Yue’s fair cheeks, like mandalas blooming on her face, cold and beautiful.
Mo Yifeng looked down at the scene before him with a cold glint in his eyes, ruthlessly pulling the bloodstained crimson sword from Lingyi’s arm.
Lingyi’s face was pale. She lowered her head to look at Nie Yue in her arms, biting her lip tightly to swallow the moan of pain. After the sword was withdrawn, a hideous hole appeared in her arm, and the white bones inside were clearly visible.
Mo Yifeng didn’t hold back, continuously stabbing at Lingyi with several more sword strikes. Lingyi barely managed to cast spells to defend against a few blows, but several sword lights still grazed her shoulders, leaving trails of blood.
Seeing this, Fu Lingxuan hurriedly tried to stop him, but he had only taken one step when his shoulder was heavily pressed down. Li Yuan pulled him back, his voice calm: “This is their personal grudge. Those who do such things should bear the consequences. We outsiders shouldn’t interfere.”
Fu Lingxuan froze for a moment, turned his head to look at Li Yuan, retracted his steps, and stared at him meaningfully: “When did you learn to talk like a human?”
Unexpectedly, a sharp pain suddenly came from his abdomen. Fu Lingxuan suppressed a grunt, and Li Yuan responded coldly: “I’ll return the same sentence to you.”
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Mo Yifeng’s gaze lingered on Lingyi’s wound, then fell on the unscathed Nie Yue. The tip of his sword, originally aimed at Lingyi, suddenly changed direction. When Lingyi realized his target, she couldn’t help but gasp, her back instantly soaked in cold sweat.
As the sword tip was about to pierce Nie Yue, Lingyi had no time to cast any spells and could only lunge forward, tightly protecting the person beneath her.
A hint of joy appeared on Mo Yifeng’s cold face, and the trajectory of his sword changed again, openly attacking Lingyi’s back, which was full of openings.
“Boom—”
Just as the two were fighting, a loud crash suddenly echoed from the distant rock pile, so powerful that it seemed to topple mountains and overturn seas. Everyone was startled and looked back, only to see that the original rock pile had disappeared, and behind the dust and white smoke, a huge shadow vaguely stood.
Li Yuan walked back to his brother’s side, staring at the behemoth, feeling a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen a creature of this size somewhere before.
“This is…” Fu Lingxuan used his spiritual power to sense it at once, discovering that it was a contracted beast, but he had never seen such a huge Demon Beast.
Li Danzheng felt the same way: “The master who can subdue it must be incredibly strong.”
Lingyi protected Nie Yue, but the pain that should have come never arrived. She shrank back and looked up at Mo Yifeng ahead. At this moment, Mo Yifeng’s action of raising his sword was frozen in mid-air. His eyes were fixed on the cloud of dust, as if he had been paused, not moving at all.
Mo Yifeng’s gaze pierced through the smoke, locking onto the huge shadow. The blood in his whole body seemed to freeze instantly, his heart stopped beating abruptly, and the pulse in his temple throbbed violently. In that instant, his world was only filled with the sound of his pulse.
He was stunned for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, his throat moved slightly, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, lost all interest in the two people in front of him, his eyes only tightly fixed on the huge shadow, and he slowly took a step forward.
As the distance shortened, the throbbing in Mo Yifeng’s heart became more and more intense. He was almost certain that as long as the cloud of mist dissipated, he would be able to see the person he dreamed of.
As if the heavens took pity, a warm breeze gently blew, accelerating the dissipation of the mist, gradually revealing the true face of the behemoth.
When everyone saw what was in front of them, they gasped. The scales of the giant beast were like bronze, gleaming with a cold light.
“These external scales… This is an Ancient Fierce Beast?” Fu Lingxuan had read about Ancient Fierce Beasts in the Lingfeng Sect’s library: “This beast should exist in the Northern Region, how could it appear here?”
However, thinking of how he had just sensed that the giant beast had a contracted master, what exactly was going on? Could Ancient Fierce Beasts be contracted?
The Nascent Soul cultivators present were all shocked. They knew the power and mystery of the Ancient Fierce Beasts, and they also knew how limited and superficial their understanding of these ancient creatures was.
Lingyi looked up at the behemoth, her face as pale as paper, and couldn’t help but hold Nie Yue in her arms even tighter.
Only Li Juemu recognized the giant beast—it was the creature they had fought against on Hanji Peak. And the moment Mo Yifeng saw this giant beast, a fiery light burst out from his eyes, and his joy was beyond words.
In his unconscious state, at this moment, his desire for Shen Yucheng actually surpassed his excitement at seeing the giant beast for the first time.
On the back of the giant beast, a slender figure stood proudly, his green robes fluttering, his figure as upright as a pine, fluttering like waves in the wind. The aura gathered in the vast expanse of heaven and earth made people involuntarily hold their breath.
Shen Yucheng lowered his head slightly, his gaze calm, scanning the crowd in front of him, with no ripples in his eyes.
When Lingyi saw the figure on the Azure Scaled Lion, she was so shocked that she was speechless: “You… you’re still alive… How is that possible?”
Just now, Shen Yucheng was seriously injured and knocked into that impenetrable pile of rocks. Logically, he couldn’t have survived. But now, he appeared in front of everyone unscathed. All of this seemed to be beyond her understanding.
Her gaze turned subconsciously to the Azure Scaled Lion. She had greatly underestimated the ability of this Golden Core cultivator.
Li Juemu was so excited that he almost jumped up. He couldn’t wait to rush to Shen Yucheng’s side, but Li Yuan grabbed the back of his collar and stopped him. Li Yuan’s face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes revealed deep vigilance.
Fu Lingxuan was the same, he was staring closely at Shen Yucheng’s every move, as if afraid of missing any detail.
Shen Yucheng stood high up, the cold wind blew, and his body had goosebumps due to the cold. Having just emerged from the rock pile, he had not fully adapted to the outside temperature.
He was unwilling to summon the Azure Scaled Lion here, but facing the impenetrable rock pile, he had no choice but to risk being suspected and use the giant beast.
He looked around at the reactions of the crowd, and he understood Li Yuan’s actions of protecting Li Juemu behind him. A Golden Core cultivator walked out of a rock pile from which it was impossible to survive, and he rode a legendary Ancient Fierce Beast. Normal people would naturally be wary of this unknown and dangerous existence.
As Shen Yucheng was thinking this, he suddenly sensed that something was wrong. His gaze quickly swept around, but he didn’t find Mo Yifeng’s figure. He frowned and turned his head to ask: “Wasn’t he going crazy?”
Yan Quanye, who had been standing beside him, crossed his arms and replied indifferently: “Just wait and see.”
Shen Yucheng had not yet understood what this meant when, in the next instant, a heavy object suddenly crashed into his arms, tightly hugging him. The force was so great that his eyes went black and he saw stars. Before he could see who it was, he felt a familiar chill seeping into his skin through his clothes.
“…” He knew who it was.
He tried to push away the person holding him tightly, but he found that the other person was as solid as iron, not moving at all.
Just as he was about to say something, the person in his arms said in a low voice: “I thought you were dead.”
The words that Shen Yucheng was about to say suddenly choked in his throat. The other’s muffled voice reached his ears, and warm breath was sprinkled on his neck. Shen Yucheng looked down at Mo Yifeng’s figure pressed tightly against his shoulder, and for the first time, he felt an urge to comfort him.
As if the bloodthirsty madman that Yan Quanye had described earlier was just a phantom illusion.
The two embraced each other silently in the air, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. The Dao Companion Contract in their immortal spirits had already conveyed each other’s intentions, and at that moment, there was no need for words. All languages seemed superfluous.
Only Fu Lingxuan stared at the contract pattern on the Azure Scaled Lion’s forehead, lost in thought.