MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 47

Chapter 47: I Care

“Yucheng Ge… can you see?” Mo Yifeng disregarded the accumulated water on the ground, pushed Yan Quanye aside, and tightly grasped Shen Yucheng’s hand, filled with joy.

However, in the next moment, Shen Yucheng’s eyes lost focus again, the previous brief restoration of sight seeming like an illusion.

Yan Quanye frowned, feeling something was off: “Wait a moment, Shen Yucheng, look over here.”

Shen Yucheng turned his head to look as he was told, his pupils focusing once more. Mo Yifeng was stunned, but Yan Quanye smirked: “Come, tell me what you see.”

The room fell into silence, everyone holding their breath, awaiting Shen Yucheng’s answer.

Shen Yucheng opened his mouth, hesitating to speak. Yan Quanye encouraged him with a smile: “It’s alright, say it boldly.”

Finally, he took a deep breath, meeting Yan Quanye’s gaze directly: “I see a… very ugly fellow.”

“…”

Instantly, Yan Quanye’s face twisted, as if a demon from hell had raised its scythe, lunging ferociously at Shen Yucheng. Mo Yifeng stood in front of Shen Yucheng, protecting him, not allowing this “ugly thing” to approach.

Yan Quanye was furious: “Who are you calling an ugly thing! You’re the ugly things!”

The two stunningly handsome men turned their heads, looking at Yan Quanye with questioning gazes, as if asking, are you talking about us?

Yan Quanye was immediately speechless, waving his hand helplessly, indicating that he didn’t want to tangle with these two bad people.

Seeing that he was really about to leave, Shen Yucheng then called out: “Alright, I’m not playing anymore.”

Yan Quanye looked like an aggrieved wife. Fun? Not at all.

According to Shen Yucheng, his eyes had been pitch black for the past few days, until Yan Quanye appeared, and he finally saw something other than darkness. To be honest, he was happy at first. But the thought of only being able to see this guy for the rest of his life made him feel somewhat unwilling, so he played around a bit.

Mo Yifeng laughed: “So that’s how it is, Yucheng Ge is so easily satisfied, your standards are really not high. Next time, we can play something even bigger.”

Shen Yucheng’s eyes lit up, agreeing wholeheartedly.

Yan Quanye shivered, what exactly are you treating him as?

“But why can you only see me?” Speaking of this, Yan Quanye suddenly had a flash of inspiration: “Could it be that I was born with some special physique that’s only seen once in a millennium?”

Shen Yucheng pulled him over with one hand, and slapped him a few times on the face: “How about that? Are you more awake now?”

Yan Quanye covered his red and swollen face, tears welling up in his eyes: “Ugh… after you went blind, your heart became so much worse! As expected, people say eyes are the windows to the soul, your window is broken!”

Shen Yucheng chose to ignore him: “I think it’s probably because you’re a spirit and because of the contract between us that I’m able to see you.”

“What about me?” Mo Yifeng suddenly interjected from the side, his tone carrying an almost imperceptible hint of expectation.

Although he couldn’t see his face, Shen Yucheng’s intuition told him that Mo Yifeng’s expression was somewhat different from usual at this moment.

“…No,” Shen Yucheng answered truthfully.

Mo Yifeng was silent for a few seconds, then laughed awkwardly: “It seems the ground is full of water, I’ll go clean it up.”

He turned to leave, but couldn’t hold onto the basin, dropping it to the ground again. He immediately picked it up and left.

Shen Yucheng frowned, although he couldn’t see, he vaguely felt that something was wrong: “Yan Quanye, is Mo Yifeng acting strange today?”

Yan Quanye recalled for a moment, scratching his head: “Is there anything different? It doesn’t seem like anything special… Ah!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Mo Yifeng’s hands… are full of wounds.”

“Wounds? What kind of wounds?” Shen Yucheng pressed.

Yan Quanye recalled carefully, he hadn’t noticed it at first, only when Mo Yifeng couldn’t hold the basin at the end did he discover that Mo Yifeng’s finger bones, palms, and backs of his hands were covered with varying sizes of old and new wounds.

Hearing this, Shen Yucheng’s heart sank. Could these be the wounds left behind from the matches these past few days?

As soon as this thought emerged, he rejected it himself. With Mo Yifeng’s strength, even if he fought against strong opponents, he wouldn’t only injure his hands. The only remaining possibility was that these wounds were self-inflicted.

As for why he would do this, Shen Yucheng recalled the various details that had happened in the past few days.

Since he had lost his sight, his other senses had become exceptionally sensitive, and he couldn’t escape his notice of the slightest disturbance from the outside world. The night before last, because he had rested too much during the day, he tossed and turned and couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night, and inadvertently heard the sound of swords being swung outside. At the time, he didn’t think too much about it.

Now that he thought about it, the sound of the sword had continued throughout the entire night.

Shen Yucheng’s face darkened. Seeing this, Yan Quanye couldn’t help but ask: “What did you think of?”

Shen Yucheng said in a low voice, “It’s nothing, but let me ask you, do you need to sleep at night?”

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The night was as black as ink. Shen Yucheng lay in bed. Although his eyes were closed, his mind was clear. Thinking of what happened in the morning, he recalled Mo Yifeng’s expression in the past few days since he woke up, feeling that he was a little tired every day.

Suddenly, a stern sound of a sword came from outside, accompanied by a cold wind flying everywhere. The sword sound no longer carried the spiritedness of the past, but was mixed with a hint of blood. Shen Yucheng suddenly sat up and whispered, “Yan Quanye.”

Yan Quanye appeared from the contract. Shen Yucheng stretched out his hand: “Let’s go.”

A few days ago, Shen Yucheng, who had no help from Mo Yifeng, couldn’t walk freely in the stone cave. Now, with Yan Quanye as his “third eye” to lead the way, he could walk as usual.

As they went forward, the sound of the sword became clearer and clearer, until they stopped in one place. Yan Quanye whispered: “We’re here.”

Shen Yucheng stood at the entrance of the stone cave, and a cold sword sound came from the outside again and again, as if he was beheading an enemy with a deep hatred, mercilessly.

Those battered hands should have been injured at this time.

The bloody smell in the air became more and more intense, and Shen Yucheng’s eyes darkened. How come he didn’t notice these strange things these days, even though the two of them lived so close…

Yan Quanye looked at the scene outside and understood the origin of Mo Yifeng’s wounds.

In the dark night, Mo Yifeng held the Crimson longsword, the sword light flashing, and every blow was all-out. The surrounding air swirled with the sword’s momentum, forming a small storm. He was in the center of the storm, like a beast that had lost his mind. An irrational beast, endlessly.

Looking at this scene, Yan Quanye felt a chill in his heart: “Are you really going?”

Shen Yucheng was silent, and golden light appeared on his fingertips. Since his injury, he had not used his spiritual power again, partly because of the doctor’s advice, and partly because of Mo Yifeng’s strict surveillance.

“Hey, you’re not fully recovered yet!” Yan Quanye lowered his voice and tried to stop him. With Shen Yucheng’s current body, using his spiritual power rashly would cause a burden somewhere.

Shen Yucheng turned a deaf ear, and the golden light condensed into a sword in his hand, shining with golden light.

“When—” With a loud bang, Mo Yifeng’s movements paused slightly, and the crimson sword was blocked by something. A trace of fluctuation flashed in the empty eyes, but he ignored the golden sword and launched an attack instead, as if treating it as the opponent he had been fantasizing about these days.

The two swords fought fiercely in the storm, each dancing for the beliefs in their hearts. The storm intensified, and all that remained was the red and gold light intertwined and flashing, and the speed of the sword was so fast that Yan Quanye could not react at all.

“Hey, hey, hey, why are you fighting? Didn’t you say you wanted to stop him?”

Shen Yucheng concentrated on the manipulation of spiritual power and could not hear Yan Quanye’s advice. The red and gold sword lights were entangled and staggered, and in the fierce collision, their fierce momentum seemed to devour each other.

Between the confrontations, Shen Yucheng sensed a trace of struggle in Mo Yifeng’s heart, which was a thorn buried deep in his heart, sinking deeper and deeper, making that heart bloody.

Mo Yifeng’s offensive gradually fell into an almost crazy state, wielding his sword recklessly. The huge spiritual power pressure suddenly spread out, and Yan Quanye’s spirit was difficult to bear, and he hid back in the contract.

Shen Yucheng also felt Mo Yifeng’s pressure for the first time, and there was a surge in his stomach, and his limbs were like being forcibly suppressed on the ground by dozens of strong men.

In an unguarded moment, the golden sword was found a flaw by the crimson sword, and it attacked its fragile place fiercely, hitting it hard, and rushed straight to the main body of the manipulator.

A touch of bright red dripped on the ground. Yan Quanye exclaimed, “Shen Yucheng!”

Shen Yucheng supported himself against the wall and stood firm, his eyes lost focus, and nosebleeds slid down his philtrum. He wiped it off casually and continued to drive the golden sword.

Even if his mind was dizzy, the battle between the two did not diminish.

At this time, he smiled in his heart, it was clear that this battle was meaningless to him, why did he hurt his body for this person…

At this moment, Mo Yifeng was bloodshot and wielded his sword mercilessly to kill.

Shen Yucheng’s nosebleed kept dripping, so fast that he couldn’t wipe it off.

Vaguely, he thought that it was probably because if even he didn’t care about him, then no one would really be able to save him.

The scarlet sword cut off all the golden threads, the storm suddenly stopped, and everything returned to silence.

Mo Yifeng stood in the wind, breathing heavily, his eyes gradually clearing, and his consciousness gradually returned. His pupils focused, and he suddenly smelled a trace of blood left in the air, and his hair stood on end instantly. This was a completely different blood taste from him, and it was extremely familiar in these days.

His heart tightened suddenly, and he ran back to Shen Yucheng’s room. Sure enough, the bed was already empty. In just a few seconds, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, he clenched his fists, and almost instinctively ran outside.

Just then, his body stopped abruptly, almost bumping into something. He took a closer look, and in the darkness, Shen Yucheng’s figure stood quietly. “Yucheng Ge!”

“Why did you get up? Sit down first, I’ll get you something.” Mo Yifeng wanted to help Shen Yucheng sit back on the bed. At this moment, he had no time to think about how Shen Yucheng was able to walk freely in the dark.

However, when his hand touched Shen Yucheng, his left hand ached, and Shen Yucheng slapped him away.

“Yu… Yucheng Ge.” Mo Yifeng was stunned and said blankly.

“Mo Yifeng, I’m telling you.” A ray of moonlight outside the window penetrated into the room through the cracks, adding a trace of brightness to the darkness. The light shone on Shen Yucheng with a layer of brilliance, and his eyes were bright.

“I don’t need you to protect me.” Shen Yucheng’s every word was clear.

Mo Yifeng was stunned for a moment, looking at him: “I didn’t…”

“Have you been thinking!” Shen Yucheng forcibly interrupted him: “I was seriously injured in the competition because of your problem?”

Mo Yifeng opened his mouth, but couldn’t make any sound.

“Do you still think that it’s your fault that I lost my sight?”

Shen Yucheng looked directly into Mo Yifeng’s eyes: “What does these things have to do with you?”

Mo Yifeng slowly lowered his head and could not refute. He had indeed thought so. When Shen Yucheng participated in the competition, he could only stand outside the arena, watching helplessly. This reminded him of the promotion examination that year, when Shen Yucheng endured hundreds of tribulation thunders alone.

However, when he stood outside the arena and looked at Shen Yucheng in the wind ball, he felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. The reason why the Immortal Sect Competition has become a grand event in the world of cultivation is precisely because it is a battlefield of life and death. Every year, monks die here.

During this period, he kept thinking, what should he do if Shen Yucheng really died here.

But even so, when Shen Yucheng stood alone on the martial arts stage, he still couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose Shen Yucheng.

These days, whenever he treated Shen Yucheng’s wounds and saw those shocking scars, his heart couldn’t help but feel a dull pain. He didn’t understand what was wrong with him. If these wounds were on his own body, he might not even take a second glance.

It’s so strange.

“I don’t know either…” Mo Yifeng murmured: “Why, when I see you like this, I feel very uncomfortable. But I can’t help, I can only use a sword, I can’t do anything.”

Shen Yucheng felt that the big guy in front of him was drooping his head, and his heart softened. He couldn’t help but put more strength in his hand, reached out and touched his messy black hair, and rubbed it hard a few times.

“I don’t need protection.” Shen Yucheng said softly.

Mo Yifeng subconsciously wanted to refute, but Shen Yucheng held his head and whispered in his ear: “You only need to catch me before I fall.”

Just now, he only felt Mo Yifeng’s inner anxiety, but now he realized that the source of Mo Yifeng’s pressure was the fear and insecurity in his heart, which led him to swing his sword and practice desperately every night.

Shen Yucheng felt a trembling in the palm of his hand and smiled: “Are you crying?”

What he got in return was a muffled sob: “No…”

Shen Yucheng gently stroked Mo Yifeng’s hands full of sword wounds.

After tonight, he will never hear the cold sound of the sword again.