MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 74

Chapter 74: I’m Sorry

Hearing the voice, Shen Yucheng quickened his pace, finally seeing the white light ahead after a moment.

Arriving here, the air was filled with an unprecedentedly strong bloody smell. At the same time, a familiar voice came—

“My lord, you can’t do this! Please stop!”

“Is it up ahead?” Yan Quanye asked, pointing at the exit.

Shen Yucheng didn’t respond, directly passing by him, quickly stepping into the light. Yan Quanye stood behind, scoffing and sneering, “So anxious?”

After the white light, what entered his eyes was a vast wasteland, like arriving in the outside world.

In the center of this empty land, a figure covered in wounds and bleeding profusely was cutting himself with a sword, one stroke at a time. Blood flowed on the ground like a river, shockingly and unsettling to look at.

It was unknown how many times he had stabbed himself to bleed so much.

Qi Hao stood aside, desperately trying to persuade him, “My lord, enough! This month’s quota has long been exceeded! If you continue like this, you will damage your Nascent Soul!”

Yan Quanye widened his eyes, astonished, “This… what is this?”

Seeing this scene before his eyes, Shen Yucheng felt like his heart was being tightly gripped, aching intensely. He took a step forward subconsciously.

“Don’t move! Who are you? How did you get in here!” Qi Hao shouted sternly from afar.

Shen Yucheng lowered his head, only then noticing a huge array inscribed under his feet.

The array was drawn on the sand with wooden sticks, and Mo Yifeng was standing in the center of the array eye, blood slowly flowing from under his feet, gradually filling the lines of the formation.

Shen Yucheng couldn’t discern what kind of array this was, but now was not the time to investigate deeply. Mo Yifeng was clearly in a state of madness, completely deaf to the outside world, still manipulating the crimson longsword, constantly cutting new wounds on himself.

He knew that in some ancient spells, the caster had to offer their own blood. The more dangerous the spell, the larger the scale of the array, and the more blood required, numbering in the thousands and tens of thousands.

Therefore, even if someone knew these kinds of arrays, they wouldn’t dare to try them easily, because it meant they had to sacrifice more blood than they possessed.

At this point, most people would realize that what they were pursuing might not be as important as their own lives.

At least, that was the case for ordinary people.

Shen Yucheng looked at Mo Yifeng, whose entire body had no undamaged skin, and felt a tightening in his heart. He had never thought that this person also had something more important than himself in his life.

As soon as this thought appeared, another sharp pain shot through his chest.

“…Yucheng-ge…”

Hearing this voice, Shen Yucheng immediately came back to his senses and quickly came to Qi Hao, “How do I stop him?”

Qi Hao saw his appearance up close, and was shocked, “You are… Wait, what happened to your face? And why are you dressed like this…”

At this moment, Shen Yucheng was wearing the outer robe of the Futian Sect. For cultivators with extremely high cultivation, this kind of special robe could prevent spiritual energy from eroding clothing. Over the past ten years, he had wandered around, and due to the influence of spiritual energy, mortal clothes simply couldn’t last, often corroding away within a day, forcing him to change them frequently.

When he was outside, he didn’t care about his image, simply wrapping himself in cloth. Later, when he arrived at the Dingxu Sect, he snatched the outer robes of low-level disciples to barely cope. But these outer robes didn’t last long, so now he simply took them off, so that they could be used later.

Putting on the Futian Sect’s robes again after many years, he realized that, as expected of a genius disciple sect, even the clothes were much better than others.

He grabbed Qi Hao’s collar and asked, pressing closer, “Stop talking nonsense! How do I get Mo Yifeng to regain his senses?”

Qi Hao was choked by him, struggling to speak, “No… this is Lord Mo’s order, no one can interrupt the array…”

“What a loyal dog.” Shen Yucheng was amused by anger, and flung Qi Hao heavily to the ground with one hand.

Yan Quanye frowned, “Hey, I know you care about Mo Yifeng, but don’t attack a small fry like that, what if you accidentally kill him?”

Shen Yucheng was too lazy to pay attention to him, directly stepping into the array range, and instantly came before Mo Yifeng.

At this time, Mo Yifeng’s eyes were white, the crimson longsword buzzed and trembled, seeming to resist with all its might, but it could only obey its master’s orders, stabbing towards his waist.

But this time, the result was different.

In the instant before the blade fell on flesh, the hilt was firmly grasped.

“Don’t!” Qi Hao shouted, lying on the ground.

Shen Yucheng locked the crimson longsword with his right hand, his left fist suddenly tightened, his knuckles whitening, his shoulders tensing, and the next moment, he slammed a punch into Mo Yifeng’s face!

“Bang!”

Every punch landed squarely, without mercy. Yan Quanye, standing outside the array, could feel the remaining force accompanying Shen Yucheng’s punch.

Yan Quanye: “…” Are you sure you’re here to save someone?

Qi Hao was stunned, forgetting to stop him for a moment.

Mo Yifeng’s feet were still firmly planted in place, but the wounds on his face instantly turned purple. He roared, seemingly unable to recover from the sudden attack.

Shen Yucheng moved his shoulders, his joints cracking, “Looks like that wasn’t enough.”

Without a word of warning, Shen Yucheng’s next blow had already landed on the other’s face, his movements as fast as lightning, almost unable to see the moment he attacked.

The power of this blow was like disassembling Mo Yifeng and reassembling him again.

Yan Quanye sighed and covered his face, unable to watch anymore.

This punch could be said to have Shen Yucheng’s personal grudges mixed in. From the reunion until now, he had endured Mo Yifeng so many times, and this punch contained that much weight.

Seeing that Mo Yifeng didn’t react, Shen Yucheng pressed his advantage, delivering a flurry of punches, the momentum as if he were going to pin Mo Yifeng to the ground and beat him violently.

By the end, Shen Yucheng couldn’t help but curl up the corners of his mouth, not forgetting to say to the petrified Qi Hao, “Don’t misunderstand, the enemy is too strong, I can only use this trick to wake him up.”

Qi Hao had never seen this kind of “waking up” method, so shocked that he couldn’t say a word.

This one-sided beating finally stopped with one of Mo Yifeng’s actions—

Shen Yucheng lowered his head, looking at the wrist being tightly grabbed, raised his eyes to meet Mo Yifeng’s gaze, and found that he had finally stopped his self-harming actions.

Shen Yucheng muttered softly, “Tsk, woke up so quickly.”

Although Mo Yifeng no longer harmed himself, his eyes were still unfocused, looking like he had only barely regained some consciousness. He tried hard to focus his vision, but due to excessive blood loss, his steps were unsteady, unable to even stand straight, staggering backward.

In the instant he was about to fall, a strong and powerful hand steadily supported him, holding him firmly in his arms, not letting him fall completely to the ground.

Mo Yifeng looked blankly at the figure in front of him, his vision so blurry that he couldn’t see his face clearly, but he recognized the familiar Futian Sect outer robe.

“…Yucheng-ge.”

Shen Yucheng’s movements paused, not expecting the other to recognize him in this state of mental confusion.

He subconsciously wanted to deny it, after all, his current identity couldn’t be exposed, but looking at Mo Yifeng’s appearance, if he let go, this person would definitely fall again.

“You’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Shen Yucheng’s tone was vague, trying to avoid the topic.

However, in the next moment, Mo Yifeng actually reached out and touched Shen Yucheng’s face with one hand, examining it with his eyes covered.

Now, Shen Yucheng was startled by his actions.

He thought that since Mo Yifeng wasn’t awake yet, he shouldn’t recognize him, but the other party carefully groped his contours, his tone stubborn, “No, I won’t mistake you, it must be you…”

Shen Yucheng was so flustered by this that he couldn’t decide whether to leave or stay. But at this moment, he found that he actually couldn’t bring himself to push the other away.

Time passed little by little, and his arms went numb from supporting the other’s weight for so long. He finally couldn’t help but speak, “Um, can you get up first? I—”

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Yifeng interrupted him, “No, don’t even think about leaving, I won’t let you go again.”

Hearing this, Shen Yucheng couldn’t help but frown, and was about to retort. But unexpectedly, in the instant he turned his head, he encountered a scene he would never forget—

Mo Yifeng’s eyes were wide, his eyes reddened, and a tear rolled down his pale cheek, his gaze so firm that it seemed to want to carve him into his eyes.

“You’re not allowed to leave.”

Shen Yucheng was stunned, unable to speak for a moment.

He even began to suspect that he had been too heavy-handed just now, hurting him? Or did he directly knock him silly?

Seeing that Mo Yifeng didn’t mean to let go, he sighed and asked, “Why won’t you let me go?”

Mo Yifeng didn’t answer, just stubbornly looking at him, repeating over and over again, “You’re not allowed to leave.”

Shen Yucheng was helpless, and changed his approach, “You don’t want me to leave?”

Nod.

“Why?”

Silence.

Here it comes again, he doesn’t answer when asked this question.

Shen Yucheng continued to press, “Why? Don’t you hate me?”

Mo Yifeng understood, and shook his head repeatedly in denial.

This was an unexpected answer, and Shen Yucheng was stunned. He had always thought that Mo Yifeng hated him. After all, when he left back then, he had said such heartbreaking words to him.

Perhaps this answer gave him a little courage, and he lowered his head, his voice so soft that it was almost inaudible, “Then… do you li… like me?”

As soon as he asked this, he blushed himself, not even daring to look at Mo Yifeng’s expression.

However, this time the other party was silent for a long, long time, so long that the last shred of hope in Shen Yucheng’s heart gradually cooled down.

As expected, how could he possibly like him?

Just as he was about to give up the expectations he shouldn’t have, Mo Yifeng spoke, his tone low, as if suppressing something, “I don’t like you… I don’t like you at all…”

Although he had been mentally prepared, hearing these words with his own ears still made Shen Yucheng’s heart clench slightly.

Mo Yifeng lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

Shen Yucheng didn’t know how to react. He didn’t want to face Mo Yifeng, always feeling that his current expression must be worse than crying.

He tried to let go, wanting to leave, but unexpectedly Mo Yifeng’s expression instantly turned terrified. He grabbed Shen Yucheng’s hand tightly, like a drowning person losing a piece of driftwood, his emotions completely out of control, “Why do you want to leave, ge… Yucheng-ge, no, I don’t want… why…”

His voice trembled, his tone carrying a plea that he himself didn’t even realize, “I can’t… without ge…”

“Please, don’t go, okay…”

Shen Yucheng stared blankly at him, his chest as if hit hard by something.

At this moment, he truly realized how afraid Mo Yifeng was of him leaving.

He understood Mo Yifeng’s personality. This person was always strong, and these words, these emotions… he didn’t know how many years he had held them back in his heart.

Today, they finally erupted all at once.

But wasn’t he the same?

“Don’t abandon me…”

Mo Yifeng’s tears were like a flood that had burst its banks, unstoppable. He was like a child who had lost a treasure and was crying, all his emotions unadorned, expressing themselves completely from the bottom of his heart.

Shen Yucheng’s hand trembled, and he gently returned the grip of Mo Yifeng’s hand.

He found that as long as it was about Mo Yifeng, no matter what, it could easily affect his emotions.

Like now—

His heart felt like it had been torn in half by someone.

Mo Yifeng’s sobbing couldn’t be suppressed, his whole body trembling, his fingers tightly clutching Shen Yucheng’s sleeve, as if the moment he let go, this person would disappear again.

Shen Yucheng took a deep breath and gently stroked the tears on Mo Yifeng’s face.

He had never thought that his departure back then would bring such deep pain to Mo Yifeng.

He understood Mo Yifeng’s personality, this person had always been strong, these words, these emotions… he didn’t know how many years he had held them back in his heart.

Today, they finally erupted all at once.

But wasn’t he the same?

“I’m sorry.” Shen Yucheng’s voice was hoarse.

This “I’m sorry” was not only for Mo Yifeng, but also for himself.

In these ten years, they had both shed tears alone on countless nights, unable to sleep.