MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Determined

Chapter 59: Determined

The Azure Scale Beast blocked Bai Guchen’s attack, allowing Shen Yucheng to seize the opportunity to control Li Yuan. However, these short five seconds felt infinitely stretched. Heartbeats echoed like drums in his ears, Bai Guchen’s attacks pressed closer like a storm, and Shen Yucheng’s anxiety surged.

“Four… Five!”

Yan Quanye’s voice was urgent, hope appearing in his eyes: “Quick!”

Shen Yucheng took a deep breath, with a thought, mobilized Li Yuan’s power, and unhesitatingly threw out an explosive talisman, directly hitting Bai Guchen.

“Boom—!!”

A deafening roar shook the air, fire burst forth, and the force of the explosion pushed the Azure Scale Beast back several steps. Bai Guchen triumphantly floated into the air, and in the blink of an eye, behind him, an army of countless dead objects suddenly appeared, their sheer number suffocating.

Yan Quanye was stunned, his face filled with shock: “Why…?”

Shen Yucheng also froze on the spot, following his line of sight to look behind, only to see Li Yuan still lying safely on the ground, completely unmoved. His pupils shrank slightly, and a huge realization flashed through his mind—

He couldn’t control Li Yuan.

Yan Quanye couldn’t help but roar, “Are you only deciding to mess things up now?”

On the other side, Bai Guchen had already begun to smile calmly. His voice carried mockery, echoing on the battlefield: “Don’t be so naive. Although you’re in the Nascent Soul group, your cultivation is ultimately only Golden Core. Cross-level puppetry? What a joke. In this regard, you and that person are quite similar—equally overestimating yourselves.”

Before his words faded, the army of dead objects behind him surged towards the Azure Scale Beast, while he took advantage of the chaos to directly attack Shen Yucheng. Everything happened in a flash, and just as Bai Guchen’s palm was about to touch Shen Yucheng’s brow, it was forcefully pushed back by a powerful sword strike.

“Clang!”

A figure broke out of the collapsing giant wall, sword light like a rainbow, directly slashing at Bai Guchen! Shen Yucheng was tightly embraced by that person, the loss of balance jolting him awake, but his mind had not yet recovered from the shock.

“Brother Chen! Brother Yucheng!” A familiar voice shouted anxiously in his ear.

Shen Yucheng raised his head and saw Mo Yifeng’s brow furrowed with anxiety as he looked at him nervously, but then, as if grasping some inspiration, he muttered to himself, “What to do? Could it be—only a true love’s kiss can wake him up?”

“You’re welcome to try,” came Fu Lingxuan’s indifferent voice from the side.

The next second, Shen Yucheng only felt a wet, soft sensation on his lips, carrying a slight warmth. He was stunned, his blurred vision gradually clearing, and the first thing he saw was Mo Yifeng’s handsome face.

However, Mo Yifeng’s expression was full of panic at this moment, as if he had done something terrible.

He hurriedly raised his sleeve and vigorously wiped Shen Yucheng’s lips, and a transparent thread was pulled out by his sleeve, which hadn’t left yet.

Shen Yucheng’s pupils suddenly widened, from disbelief to denial. He opened his mouth in a low voice, his voice hoarse, “What was that just now?”

Mo Yifeng smiled awkwardly, “It was nothing, a few drops of rain fell just now, I’m helping you wipe it off.”

Shen Yucheng didn’t believe a word of it and gave him a cold glance, then turned his gaze to Fu Lingxuan, his tone carrying a questioning meaning. Fu Lingxuan met his gaze and said directly, “There was something I couldn’t see that dripped water while speaking.”

Mo Yifeng covered his face and quickly walked away.

Shen Yucheng touched his lips in a daze, recalling the wet and soft sensation just now, and the thing that Fu Lingxuan couldn’t see, but Mo Yifeng could see, and could even talk…

An odd emotion faintly rose in his heart.

He realized that Yan Quanye had disappeared at some point.

“…Dirty,” Shen Yucheng murmured to himself, his voice so low it was barely audible.

Mo Yifeng turned his head and glanced at Shen Yucheng, and the next moment, his figure flashed, blocking the direction of the golden silk. Shen Yucheng, however, pushed him away, holding the golden silk in his hand, a determined coldness in his eyes, as if he had to sever something.

However, the next second, Shen Yucheng’s vision spun, and his lips were covered by a warmth. This feeling… was so familiar that he was stunned, but a faint stinging pain came from his lips.

Mo Yifeng’s deep voice came from his ear, “Now it’s not dirty, right?”

Shen Yucheng paused for a moment, “You’re dirty.”

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The atmosphere was subtle on their side, while on the other side, Fu Lingxuan and Bai Guchen were in the midst of a fierce battle. Fu Lingxuan had just dealt with hundreds of monster disciples, and his spiritual power was obviously mostly consumed, gradually showing signs of fatigue in both offense and defense.

Bai Guchen sneered, his words mocking, “As expected of the Futian Sect’s array formation genius, for an array cultivator to be able to fight me to this extent, you’re the first since those crazy people from the Immortal-Demon War.”

Fu Lingxuan was too lazy to pay attention to his babbling, focusing on the changes between offense and defense. However, Bai Guchen seemed dissatisfied, and with a few heavy blows, he forced Fu Lingxuan off balance. Taking advantage of the situation, he waved his hand, summoning several stone statues out of thin air, suppressing Fu Lingxuan, and then flashed towards Shen Yucheng.

Mo Yifeng had just been speaking gently to Shen Yucheng, but his expression instantly changed. With a flash of sword light, he blocked Bai Guchen’s attack.

Bai Guchen snorted, “I don’t have time to fight you right now, don’t block my way.”

Mo Yifeng looked back at Shen Yucheng, then revealed a smile, his tone light, “Brother Yucheng is my Dao Companion, if you want to touch him, you’ll have to step over my corpse first.”

Bai Guchen scoffed at his words, “That sounds quite touching. Too bad your Dao Companion contract is just a small trick of the Puppet Dao, easily dissolved, do you want me to help you?”

These words hit Mo Yifeng’s sore spot. Blue light erupted from his body, his sword strikes fierce and merciless, meeting the attack head-on.

Bai Guchen was very pleased that he had hit a nerve and smiled even wider, “Angry? You’re just a puppet master’s pawn, whether to bind or dissolve is all up to their mood.”

“Only a blood kiss can dissolve the contract.”

Bai Guchen’s tone was light and airy, as if he were just saying it casually, but it was like a thorn piercing into Mo Yifeng’s heart.

Shen Yucheng’s spiritual power had not yet recovered, and Mo Yifeng had to fight alone. Although Bai Guchen was not a sword cultivator, he was good at manipulating surrounding objects to attack, agile and tricky, making him difficult to grasp. Perhaps this was the reason for his strength.

Shen Yucheng felt the spiritual power in his body constantly recovering, and he was even somewhat glad for his strange physique.

Suddenly, an object flew towards him. Shen Yucheng suddenly raised his head, and the object brushed past him, falling heavily behind. He looked and saw that it was Mo Yifeng.

Mo Yifeng knelt on the ground, clutching his abdomen, blood seeping from between his fingers, staining his clothes red. He tried to get up, but failed several times. The wound was torn more severely with each movement, and a patch of red spread from the middle.

Bai Guchen raised the long weapon made of plants, dripping with blood. He put it to his mouth and licked it, “The sword genius of the cultivation world is nothing more than this.”

Shen Yucheng hurried forward to check, but as soon as he took a step, Mo Yifeng lowered his head and shouted, “Don’t come over!” His voice was filled with panic.

Then, as if realizing that his tone was too harsh, he wanted to explain to Shen Yucheng, but he didn’t dare to raise his head. He added in a low voice, “Brother, my blood will get you dirty…”

Shen Yucheng ignored him and walked straight to him. The forced smile on Mo Yifeng’s lips trembled, and finally receded, like a child who had done something wrong, not even daring to meet his eyes.

Mo Yifeng was about to say something, but Shen Yucheng picked him up and carried him on his shoulder. The next second, a sharp pole was stabbed into the place where Mo Yifeng had been sitting.

Bai Guchen silently summoned the army of dead objects.

Shen Yucheng summoned the Azure Scale Beast and was about to put Mo Yifeng on its back when he suddenly felt a sharp pain all over his body, as if his internal organs were about to be torn apart. He gritted his teeth and endured it, holding Mo Yifeng tightly, using golden silk to build a defense, and forcibly blocking the attack of the army of dead objects.

Mo Yifeng’s expression changed, and he tried to push Shen Yucheng away. However, it was too late. Just as the fist was about to fall, Shen Yucheng had already prepared to have one of his arms crippled, but the expected pain did not appear. He looked and saw that a talisman suddenly appeared in Shen Yucheng’s palm, and the movement of the army of dead objects was instantly frozen.

The fist was only half an inch away from Shen Yucheng.

Shen Yucheng was surprised and suspicious, “A talisman?”

Then, as if thinking of something, he looked at the sleeping Li Yuan.

Mo Yifeng also recognized it, this should be Li Yuan’s special talisman, marked with a unique symbol that only Nascent Soul cultivators have.

Seeing this, an overcast look appeared on Bai Guchen’s face, “Even this can be inherited…”

The stone statue, whose actions were stopped by the immobilization talisman, was crushed into powder under the Azure Scale Beast’s foot.

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Shen Yucheng took the opportunity to place Mo Yifeng on the back of the Azure Scale Beast, and the thoughts that had been suppressed by the pain finally returned.

He lowered his head and looked at Mo Yifeng, and the second clause of the Dao Companion contract rang in his mind—

Share the pain of your Dao Companion.

Mo Yifeng felt Shen Yucheng’s gaze, and his whole body stiffened, afraid to move as if he had been nailed in place. He lowered his head, his fingers tightly clutching the corner of his clothes. Shen Yucheng looked at him, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and then he sighed, gently raising his hand to cover his shoulder.

“Brother…” Mo Yifeng raised his head, meeting Shen Yucheng’s pale face, the beads of sweat on his forehead clearly visible. His heart constricted, almost wanting to back away, but was firmly held in place by that hand.

“You still say you’re okay—doesn’t this poison hurt?” Shen Yucheng said in a low voice, his tone teasing, but unable to suppress the weariness and pain hidden in his words.

With that said, he staggered to his feet, supporting himself with the Azure Scale Beast, trying to appear calm. He waved his hand gently, and the Azure Scale Beast turned around to block Bai Guchen’s attack again.

Mo Yifeng looked at him, his chest feeling as if something was blocking it. He bit his teeth, “Brother! Don’t…” The words reached his lips but were swallowed in his throat.

He only saw Shen Yucheng slightly part his lips, say something, and then walk towards Bai Guchen step by step, his back hunched, but still straight.

Mo Yifeng’s vision gradually blurred, his fingers tightly grasping the scales beneath him, his knuckles white—

Okay, I’ll wait for you to come back.

However, after Shen Yucheng left, the pain that Mo Yifeng expected did not come. He paused, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse of a golden light flashing on his shoulder. On closer inspection, it was a thin golden silk, attached to his body, shimmering with golden light, sharp as if warning anything that approached: come as many as you want, I’ll destroy as many as you can.

That was Shen Yucheng’s promise, and a silent protection.

Mo Yifeng’s chest felt as if it had been hit hard, and he understood in an instant.

He was determined to…

Not let him feel even the slightest bit of pain.

The pain in his body still tormented him, but a warm current surged in his heart, filling his empty soul.

At this moment, pain, poison, wounds… were all so insignificant.

He even had a ridiculous sense of relief—it was a good thing he was poisoned, otherwise it would be difficult for him to see Brother Yucheng’s determination.

Shen Yucheng shared Mo Yifeng’s poison pain, and hadn’t walked far when, the second before, he had been saying beautiful words to others, and the next second, he turned around and his face collapsed, his legs shaking with pain. He took a deep breath, the sweat on his forehead becoming denser and denser, but he still didn’t say a word.

He knew why Mo Yifeng didn’t want him to touch him.

But they were both too stubborn, stubborn to the point of helplessness.

The corners of Shen Yucheng’s lips curled up slightly, and he murmured softly, “Okay.”

Responding to the promise that was never spoken.