MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Shrimp-like?

Chapter 46: Shrimp-like?

The whirlwind gradually dissipated on the platform, and everyone craned their necks, eager to see the outcome of the intense showdown.

However, when the wind screen completely vanished, only Shen Yucheng remained standing alone on the platform.

Mo Yifeng disregarded the elders’ attempts to stop him and rushed onto the stage. His foot twisted sharply on the steps, causing the audience to gasp, but he showed no reaction, his eyes fixed only on Shen Yucheng.

Seeing that only Shen Yucheng remained on the platform, with no trace of the other figure, everyone began to speculate, and rumors spread.

“What exactly happened? How did the fight end with only him left?”

“Could he have been killed?”

“Look at him covered in blood, that’s probably it.”

“This is just a preliminary match for the Nascent Soul stage, and he’s already injured this badly. He won’t be able to compete in the next round.”

At that moment, a powerful sword pressure suddenly descended, silencing everyone. The audience, who had been chattering incessantly, lowered their heads, enduring the oppressive force.

Mo Yifeng released his full spiritual pressure, silencing the gossip, and quickly reached Shen Yucheng, gently supporting him.

An elder stepped forward, attempting to intervene: “Disciple Mo, wait! The match isn’t—”

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Yifeng’s gaze remained solely on Shen Yucheng, unfazed by the outside world. The dark expression caused by the rumors melted away at Shen Yucheng’s whisper, his lips curving into a slight smile, “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

Supporting Shen Yucheng, he cast a cold glance at the elder and the audience before leaving, causing the elders to shiver. In the end, the competition announced the result: 【Nascent Soul Group, First Match on the Following Day: Shen Yucheng wins. Bai Guchen withdraws, forfeiting his qualification. All points go to Shen Yucheng.】

Below the stage, Lingyi stared at the devastated platform. There was hardly a single intact spot on the surface, stained with blood, crisscrossed with cracks, giving a glimpse into the intensity of the battle.

“Not simple,” Lingyi muttered to herself.

Nie Yue asked in confusion, “Senior Sister Lingyi, what do you mean?”

Lingyi continued to gaze at the blood-reddened platform, her tone thoughtful: “Shen Yucheng’s strength is not weak, you fought him yourself, you should know it’s not difficult for him to deal with a Nascent Soul opponent. But looking at Shen Yucheng’s injuries in this match, although on the surface he won, in reality, if it had dragged on any longer, he would have lost. That person’s cultivation is probably far beyond the Nascent Soul stage.”

On the other side, Li Yuan also noticed the anomaly on the platform, his gaze grave, he glanced at Fu Junxuan beside him: “It seems that there are people doing things like you guys as well.”

Fu Junxuan smiled helplessly, looking at the injured Shen Yucheng, he said softly, “Is that so?” But his eyes grew colder.

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“Why are you so reckless? You’re seriously injured, and you still forcibly mobilized your spiritual power. You were lucky this time, but it could really backfire.”

After Mo Yifeng saw the Immortal Doctor off, he returned to Shen Yucheng’s bedside. Shen Yucheng was almost completely wrapped in white bandages, and the newly bandaged wound on his waist was already stained red with blood again.

Shen Yucheng’s brows were furrowed, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his face was so pale that it was heartbreaking.

Mo Yifeng averted his gaze, turning to pick up the water basin on the table to change the water, the knuckles of his fingers gripping the basin were slightly white.

He murmured, “Yucheng-ge, I’ll be right back.”

Shen Yucheng remained lying on the bed with his eyes closed, showing no signs of waking up.

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In his sleep, Shen Yucheng returned to the slums of his childhood. At that time, he was just learning to forage for food like the others, but because of his inexperience, he was quickly discovered by the shopkeeper, and as a result, he was beaten up by a group of adults in the back alley, leaving him covered in injuries. He curled up, exhaling a white breath, and felt his cold hands, staggering out of the back alley.

He looked at the street, which was deserted.

Suddenly, he felt a cold sensation on the tip of his nose. Looking up, he saw snowflakes falling from the sky, the first snow of winter.

No wonder everyone went home so early today.

“Grumble—” His stomach rumbled with hunger. He hadn’t eaten all day, and he had risked his life to find food, but failed. It seemed he would have to go to sleep hungry tonight.

At this moment, a mother and child passed by him. The little boy was about his age, holding a steaming bun in his hand, but he was making a fuss with his mother about wanting to eat candy, otherwise he wouldn’t eat the bun.

Little Shen Yucheng covered his wounds and stumbled past them.

Looking at the falling snow, the little boy cheered, “Wow, the snow is so beautiful!”

Snowflakes fell on Shen Yucheng’s wounds, and he felt a chilling cold.

Suddenly, the scene changed abruptly, and everything around him was white. Shen Yucheng changed back to his adult form, and standing before him was Bai Guchen.

Bai Guchen looked at him with a mocking smile, “What’s wrong? Does the wound hurt so much?”

Shen Yucheng’s wounds reopened, and blood flowed freely.

“So you’re an orphan, you’ve suffered so much since you were a child. Just now, when you saw that little boy receiving his mother’s love, were you jealous? Were you thinking, why does he have it, but you don’t? Why is the world so unfair to you?”

Looking at Bai Guchen’s agitated and distorted face, Shen Yucheng endured the pain, a faint smile appearing on his pale face.

Bai Guchen’s smile froze, “What are you laughing at?”

“You can make such a big deal out of such a small thing. Your imagination is truly amazing.”

With that, the two returned to the scene just now. In the instant when little Shen Yucheng brushed past the mother and son, a bun had mysteriously appeared in his hand.

Little Shen Yucheng devoured the bun, finishing it in a few bites, then patted the crumbs on his cheeks and slowly walked away.

Only the little boy’s cry could be heard behind him, “My bun is gone!”

So this was the whole story of what happened back then.

The scene changed again, Bai Guchen’s eyes twitched slightly, and Shen Yucheng had a playful smile on his lips, “What kind of person would blame everyone else? What do you think?”

Bai Guchen was so angry that he couldn’t speak, while Shen Yucheng became even more composed: “The next time we meet, I won’t give you a chance to escape again.”

“You can say that when you have the ability.”

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Shen Yucheng suddenly woke up, surrounded by darkness, a warm sensation on his eyes. He subconsciously reached out and touched them, his eyes covered with a warm cloth.

He tried to get up, but the intense pain throughout his body instantly pulled him back to reality, every wound seemed to reopen at that moment, making him tremble with pain.

“Hiss…” Shen Yucheng groaned softly, helplessly lying back on the bed, unable to speak from the pain.

At this moment, hurried footsteps came from his ear: “Yucheng-ge?”

Shen Yucheng followed the sound. Mo Yifeng rushed over, walking to his side and gently adjusting his posture: “You, you just woke up? How do you feel? Is there anything that feels uncomfortable? Should I go call the Immortal Doctor?”

Shen Yucheng frowned, wearily saying, “What time is it now?”

“You’ve been asleep for three days.”

Mo Yifeng said a lot in one breath, Shen Yucheng only felt his head buzzing, and couldn’t help waving his hand, “Shh—”

Mo Yifeng handed him a cup of hot water, Shen Yucheng took a sip, casually asking, “By the way, it’s so dark, why aren’t the lights on?”

After a moment, all that came was silence.

Then, the sound of a match striking came from the room. Mo Yifeng’s voice was somewhat unnatural: “Okay, Yucheng-ge, the light’s on.”

Shen Yucheng looked around, but he couldn’t even see Mo Yifeng’s figure, let alone any light. The room was still pitch black.

Mo Yifeng’s laughter was a bit stiff as he walked closer and explained, “Maybe this lamp is broken, it’s not very bright. To be honest, I’m having trouble seeing too. I’ll go down the mountain and buy a new one, let’s not turn on the lights for now, okay?”

“Mo Yifeng.” Shen Yucheng felt the other’s desperate attempt to hide something: “Tell me honestly, what time is it?”

Mo Yifeng didn’t answer, but a passing disciple helped him answer.

“Hey! It’s the middle of the day! Hurry up and fetch water, what are you chopping firewood for!”

Shen Yucheng’s heart sank. Seeing this, Mo Yifeng hurriedly said, “Yucheng-ge! This is just because you just woke up, it should get better after a while. I’ll go ask the Immortal Doctor, see what’s going on!”

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“Well, he’s indeed blind,” the Immortal Doctor sighed after examining him.

“Is there any way to cure it?” Mo Yifeng stepped forward to ask, feeling a pang of heartache when he saw Shen Yucheng’s unfocused eyes.

The Immortal Doctor examined Shen Yucheng’s other wounds: “It’s hard to say. He overexerted his spiritual power too much, his body couldn’t handle it, resulting in the loss of his eyesight. The eyes are the windows to the soul, and they most easily reflect a person’s inner state.”

Listening to their conversation, Shen Yucheng reached out and touched his eyes. When he embarked on the path of cultivation, he had thought of all sorts of possible dangers, but he never expected that the first thing he would lose would be his sight.

The Immortal Doctor instructed him not to get wet in the next few days, as he had too many wounds and couldn’t take a bath, he could only wipe his body with a damp cloth.

“I checked, his eyes weren’t injured externally, and I can’t determine if he’ll never recover, it all depends on his luck,” he said before leaving.

Fortunately, Shen Yucheng wasn’t drawn to participate in the next few matches, so he was able to rest and recover in peace.

The Sect Leader also approved his return to Han Ji Peak to rest, and Mo Yifeng became his personal servant, always at his beck and call, fulfilling every request with meticulous and thoughtful care. Because of his excessive attentiveness, Shen Yucheng couldn’t help but think that if Mo Yifeng were to marry one day, his wife would surely be a blessed woman.

Living without sight was particularly difficult for Shen Yucheng. He often tried to get out of bed, but always bumped into things and ended up with more wounds. Whenever this happened, Mo Yifeng would always appear from some unknown corner, gently covering the spot he had bumped, and then carrying him back to bed: “Yucheng-ge, don’t move around, let me help you.”

“Yucheng-ge, if you need anything, just call me.”

“Yucheng-ge, I told you not to walk around carelessly.”

“Yucheng-ge, does your wound still hurt?”

“Yucheng-ge…”

After a few more days, he became accustomed to this life of first-class service, where all he had to do was call out, and Mo Yifeng would solve everything immediately.

At this point, he finally had time to sort out the matter of Bai Guchen.

First, Bai Guchen used the Crimson Puppet method of the Puppet Dao, a technique that had been lost for thousands of years. There were only two possibilities for how he could have learned it: one, Bai Guchen was telling the truth, he did learn this technique thousands of years ago and lived until now; two, there was a hidden lineage of Crimson Puppets in the world, being secretly passed down.

Second, after [piercing through], Shen Yucheng was still able to sense the presence of Bai Guchen and Yan Quanye. This ability was only possessed by those bound by a Dao Companion Contract, which meant that there must be a connection between him and Bai Guchen.

Third, regarding the name “Baili”, Bai Guchen would lose control and become furious whenever it was mentioned. What secrets were hidden behind this name that warranted further investigation?

Fourth……

“Hey, can you really not see?” Yan Quanye’s voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Shen Yucheng’s thoughts.

Yan Quanye floated in front of him, waving his hand in front of Shen Yucheng’s eyes.

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Shen Yucheng suddenly grabbed Yan Quanye’s wrist.

“Holy shit! You can see?”

Shen Yucheng remained silent, his eyes, which had been vacant and unfocused, slowly focused, locking directly onto Yan Quanye.

“Clang—” A sound rang out as the water basin fell to the ground.

Mo Yifeng stood at the door, staring blankly.