MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 71

Chapter 71: Chapter 71 – Fox Spirit

Divine intercourse??

Wasn’t it just the exchange of divine breath?

How did it become divine intercourse?

The way you say that is misleading!

Shen Yucheng’s lips twitched, and he turned his face away, “S-Senior, no need… divine intercourse. I’ll be honest, I’m a talisman cultivator, and my cultivation is only at Foundation Establishment, which is too low. I was just spouting nonsense to trick you…”

As soon as he finished speaking, a deathly silence fell. Shen Yucheng raised his eyes and saw that the other party’s expression clearly said, “Do you take me for a fool?”

The next second, Mo Yifeng directly pinched a magic seal, sealing his mouth: “Enough nonsense. Not a word from that mouth of yours is believable. I’ll find out the truth after probing.”

“Wait! You—”

Before Shen Yucheng could finish speaking, Mo Yifeng pressed him down, forehead to forehead.

Shen Yucheng instantly felt a strange wave spreading from his forehead, gradually permeating his entire body. His Qi Sea, meridians, and even some memories hidden deep within his heart, seemed to be read through little by little.

At the same time, some unfamiliar scenes suddenly rushed into his mind—

In a pitch-black setting, people wearing masks stood all around. Directly below was a stage, and a well-dressed man pushed a cage onto the stage. Inside the cage was a person.

That cage was exactly the same as the one he had just seen.

The scene flashed and disappeared instantly.

Divine intercourse is mutual. While the other party can pry into you, you can see the other party as well.

In other words, these were Mo Yifeng’s memories!

He’s been to the auction house?!

Then those people outside… so that’s what they are…

Before he had time to think more, the next wave of memories slammed into him—

Still in a dark environment.

This time, Mo Yifeng didn’t move, so the perspective didn’t change.

What is he doing?

Shen Yucheng waited patiently for the scene to change, but the atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.

After a while, Mo Yifeng finally moved.

In his vision, a crimson sword entered the scene, and an ominous premonition surged in Shen Yucheng’s heart. Before he could react, the sword was raised high along his line of sight, and then—

Violently stabbed into his own abdomen!

Shen Yucheng’s heart felt like it had been suddenly clenched!

He desperately wanted to stop it, but he couldn’t do anything.

The blade pierced flesh, and blood gushed out. In his vision, Mo Yifeng lowered his head, his hands tightly gripping the hilt, his knuckles white, and cold sweat dripped down his wrist.

“…Yucheng-ge, where are you?”

…

“Why did you leave…”

The scene ended there.

Shen Yucheng suddenly opened his eyes!

Before him was still the adult Mo Yifeng.

He couldn’t regain his senses for a moment, and subconsciously pounced on him, knocking Mo Yifeng to the ground, straddling him, and tearing open his clothes, even ripping his inner garments to shreds!

His palm pressed against the other party’s abdomen, feeling around according to the location in his memory.

Sure enough—

A conspicuous scar ran across there, although healed, it was still clearly visible.

Shen Yucheng’s fingertips trembled as he gently touched it, afraid of hurting him with too much force.

“…What are you doing?”

Mo Yifeng’s voice sounded from above, with a hint of forbearance.

Only then did Shen Yucheng come back to his senses, realizing that he was sitting on someone’s body, and in a perverted posture, touching their abdominal muscles…

“Uh…” Shen Yucheng coughed, trying to cover it up, “How did you get this injury? Such a big cut?”

Mo Yifeng pushed him away expressionlessly, grabbed some clothes and draped them over himself: “I don’t know.”

“Sword Master, your cultivation is so high, this kind of injury should be able to heal, why do you still have this scar?” Shen Yucheng frowned, this was what he cared about most. With Mo Yifeng’s cultivation, this little injury shouldn’t leave a mark at all—

Unless he did it on purpose…

Mo Yifeng’s expression turned cold, his tone with anger: “What’s it to you? What are you to me?”

These words, like knives, stabbed straight into Shen Yucheng’s heart.

He stared fixedly at Mo Yifeng’s eyes. He wanted to speak, but at this moment, Mo Yifeng seemed to have thought of something, and his gaze suddenly became intriguing: “But… I didn’t expect you to be this kind of person. I should have realized it the first time I saw you…”

Shen Yucheng’s heart skipped a beat, and he looked at him vigilantly: “What did you see?”

Mo Yifeng did not answer, but pressed him: “If you listen to me, I can help you keep the secret of you dressing up as a girl and receiving guests in a brothel.”

“What—?! That’s not it!”

“I understand.” Mo Yifeng’s tone was lazy, “Sometimes, this kind of fetish is innate, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“…No! That was!” Shen Yucheng was so angry that he jumped up and down, and just wanted to explain, but was interrupted by a knock on the door outside—

“Lord Mo, the Deputy Sect Leader has something to announce to you, please make a trip.”

Mo Yifeng frowned, not giving Shen Yucheng a chance to explain, got up and was about to leave.

Before leaving, he glanced at him, his tone light: “I’ll be back in a while, don’t run around. I don’t want you to be… incomplete when I return.”

“???”

Shen Yucheng was full of question marks, and wanted to ask more, but Mo Yifeng had already pushed the door and left.

Shen Yucheng was confused. He still wanted to explain that he only dressed up as a woman in the brothel to gather information, and he did receive guests, but in the end those people were all knocked unconscious by him, and nothing “receiving guests” actually happened.

But Mo Yifeng’s expression just now clearly showed that he hadn’t seen the last part, so he had a misunderstanding.

…In that case, at least he hasn’t discovered that I am Shen Yucheng, which is a blessing in disguise, right.

However, what exactly did Mo Yifeng mean by “don’t want to see you incomplete” before he left?

Shen Yucheng frowned, didn’t think too much, and as soon as Mo Yifeng left, he immediately came to the door.

Sure enough, the door was locked from the outside, but this little trick couldn’t stop him.

With a thought, spiritual energy covered his whole body. He activated [Penetration], and with a light step, his entire body passed through the door panel silently and arrived in the hall.

The surroundings were still pitch black.

But this time, without Mo Yifeng present, Shen Yucheng closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, and a layer of golden light instantly appeared in his pupils, opening his Heavenly Eye.

This pair of Heavenly Eyes was the ability he accidentally triggered his spiritual power to open his eyes after being injured at the Immortal Sect Competition ten years ago. Now, not only could he see through everything, he could also perceive the flow of vitality.

But this look made the chill in his heart even heavier—

He finally understood why this room was dark all year round.

Under the Heavenly Eye, the walls of the room were covered with damaged traces, like they had experienced fierce impact. Some places were even punched out with deep pits.

This kind of destructive power…

He initially thought it was Mo Yifeng fighting with others here, but after careful observation, these traces were all left by the same person.

Shen Yucheng’s gaze slightly condensed, and he turned his head to look at the cage he had just passed.

In the entire hall, there was more than one cage. There were several others in the corners, which were already empty, but judging from the remaining traces, the people who had been imprisoned here must have suffered inhumane treatment.

Shen Yucheng had a thorn in his heart. He didn’t want to believe that Mo Yifeng had done all this, but since he stepped into this room, everything he had seen, all the clues, all pointed to Mo Yifeng.

What exactly happened in these ten years?

Shen Yucheng took a deep breath and called Yan Quanye’s name in his heart. In the next moment, a figure flashed in front of him.

“How is it? Can we get out?” Shen Yucheng asked in a low voice.

Yan Quanye shrugged and waved his hand: “Just like you thought, this forest is full of spiritual power. Every time someone enters, the route they came from will change, and there is no fixed exit at all.”

On the way here, he had noticed that the surrounding aura was not right, so he specifically asked Yan Quanye to confirm it.

“What now?” Yan Quanye said unhappily, “This kind of formation shouldn’t be difficult for you, right? Haven’t you seen a lot of them these years?”

Indeed, when he traveled among the people, he had encountered many illusion formations set up by experts.

The fact that he was standing here now proved that he had already broken it, but…

“I can’t leave now.”

“Why?” Yan Quanye was puzzled, “You’ve already got the information you wanted, what are you still staying here for?”

Shen Yucheng pondered slightly: “I have a feeling that this is just the tip of the iceberg.”

Based on his understanding of Mo Yifeng, although he often had bad ideas as a teenager, his nature wasn’t bad. It would be too hasty to judge him as the culprit based on these things alone.

“So, I’m going to stay for a while longer.”

Yan Quanye was so angry that he couldn’t speak, and after holding it in for a long time, he finally didn’t say anything, and disappeared back into the contract, leaving only one sentence: “Do whatever you want, anyway, I have to follow you wherever you go.”

Shen Yucheng chuckled lightly, ignored him, turned around, squatted down, and carefully observed the person in the cage.

The person was huddled in the corner, trembling violently, which was obviously a reaction to prolonged abuse.

Shen Yucheng’s gaze fell on the other party’s exposed skin—scars crisscrossed, as if they had been whipped, but they had already scabbed over, and were definitely not recent injuries.

He concentrated and activated his Golden Pupils to pry into the flow of spiritual energy in the other party’s body.

However, when his gaze landed on the person’s Dantian, his breath suddenly hitched—

This person possesses Spiritual Roots… they have the potential to cultivate immortality.

What really shocked him wasn’t this.

He saw that this person had the potential to awaken the Puppet Dao!

Shen Yucheng’s heart skipped a beat.

Although the Heavenly Eye could pry into many things, it was impossible to foresee “future” events, otherwise it would violate the cycle of heaven and earth and be met with backlash. And he didn’t have this ability, so this person’s “Dao” was definitely not innate.

This was the result of forcibly remodeling them after birth, in other words, the Crimson Puppet Sect.

Shen Yucheng’s pupils contracted slightly, and more questions arose in his heart.

Why would the people of the Crimson Puppet Sect appear here? Was this Mo Yifeng’s arrangement, or simply a coincidence?

He took a deep breath, with a thought, dispelled [Penetration], reached out his hand, wanting to touch this person. As long as he could make direct contact, he could pry into the other party’s divine breath and obtain more information—

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the other party, a voice suddenly came from behind him—

“Hey, you, the new guy over there!”

Shen Yucheng’s movements paused, he tilted his head slightly. Now that Mo Yifeng wasn’t here, he was too lazy to pretend to be timid, and directly turned his head to look over.

The person who came was a teenager, shorter than Shen Yucheng, with a lively and cute appearance, wearing the outer disciple uniform of the Lingfeng Sect.

A disciple of the Sect?

The teenager crossed his arms, looking at him contemptuously, his tone arrogant: “Don’t think that just because you were brought in by Lord Mo himself, you can be arrogant and domineering! Without my approval, you can forget about acting on your own accord!”

When the teenager said the word “himself,” he emphasized his tone, obviously resentful about Mo Yifeng personally bringing Shen Yucheng in.

Shen Yucheng glanced at the teenager, and a golden light flashed across his eyes, instantly seeing through the other party—

Golden Core cultivation, a Dan cultivator, Dual Spiritual Roots, mediocre talent.

With Mo Yifeng’s nature of only being interested in the strong, this kind of stuff wouldn’t catch his eye at all.

Shen Yucheng leisurely got up, his tone light: “Are you the steward here? Are you very familiar with Mo Yifeng?”

Hearing this, the teenager’s eyes widened: “How dare you call the Lord’s name directly! What is my relationship with the Lord to be questioned by you, this fox spirit? The Lord has already entrusted me with the management here, and your life is also under my control. If you want to suffer less, then behave yourself!”

Shen Yucheng was silent for a long while, his gaze subtly falling on the teenager’s face.

Fox spirit?

He lightly raised his eyebrows.

Do kids these days read too many storybooks…