MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 82

Chapter 82: It Has to be a Kiss!!

Chapter 82: It Has to be a Kiss!!

They didn’t know how long they had been in the darkness. When they woke up, they were already deep underground.

Shen Yucheng opened his eyes, and it was still pitch black all around, empty and silent, eerily quiet. He raised his hand to cast a lighting spell, but as soon as he twitched his fingers, nothing happened.

“It’s no use.” Mo Yifeng’s voice came from the darkness, sounding not far from him, his tone calm: “I tried just now, and we can’t use spiritual power here.”

Shen Yucheng frowned and groped to stand up. He took a few steps and felt the wall in front of him. It seemed that the space here was not spacious. However, when he explored further, he couldn’t reach the end. Considering that it was easy to get lost in the dark, he didn’t go any further and retreated to his original spot.

“This should just be a long corridor,” he murmured.

Suddenly, he noticed something strange. Since the first few words, Mo Yifeng had been silent, and there was not even any sign of movement. His heart tightened, fearing that Mo Yifeng had been injured and fainted, he tentatively called out, “Mo Yifeng?”

There was no sound from the other side.

He held his breath and listened carefully, only hearing a faint echo in the space, even the other person’s breathing was very weak.

“Hey… Mo Yifeng, are you alright?”

Responding to him was only his own voice, endlessly echoing back from the long passage.

At this moment, whether it was psychological or not, a strange chill ran up his spine, and he couldn’t help but quicken his pace, groping in the direction where he remembered Mo Yifeng was.

He anxiously searched in the darkness, but he couldn’t feel the other person’s figure no matter what. Until a certain moment, his footsteps stopped, and he realized belatedly…

Mo Yifeng was gone.

His heart sank suddenly, and recalling the words Mo Yifeng kept repeating when he hugged him earlier, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and he lowered his head and murmured.

“…I miss you too.”

The voice was as light as a flying insect passing through the air.

…

However, at this moment, a deep voice sounded in the darkness, muffled and powerful, striking his heart: “Really?”

Shen Yucheng suddenly raised his head and took a step forward subconsciously, but he was tripped by something, and his whole body lost balance and suddenly lunged forward. He hurriedly reached out to support himself, but he didn’t touch the cold ground, but…

“Ugh…”

A low, muffled groan sounded in his ear, carrying some suppressed emotions.

Shen Yucheng froze. Under his palm, the feeling was warm and solid. He pinched it in surprise and immediately felt the muscles under his palm tense slightly. The next second, the person under him gasped sharply and let out a short “hiss—”.

He was so frightened that he quickly let go, and just as he wanted to push himself up, he felt his waist being held tightly, forcing him back down.

“Don’t move.” Mo Yifeng’s voice sounded low and hoarse, inexplicably panting.

Shen Yucheng’s whole body stiffened. Fortunately, it was pitch black all around, otherwise he couldn’t imagine how embarrassed his expression would be right now.

It must be very ugly.

“You…let go.” Shen Yucheng’s ears were burning, trying to struggle, but he was pressed down even tighter, and could only support himself with his hands to avoid getting closer.

Mo Yifeng ignored Shen Yucheng’s accusation. His breath sprayed on Shen Yucheng’s neck, and his tone was steady: “Answer my question first.”

“…”

Shen Yucheng was silent.

“Just now, when you couldn’t find me, what were you thinking?” Mo Yifeng slowed down, each word seemed to be deliberately prying open his heart, “What did you feel in your heart?”

Shen Yucheng recalled the unease just now, and his heart trembled slightly. At that time, he only felt that this darkness was more depressing than ever, and he urgently wanted to find the other person and leave this place.

Before he could sort out his thoughts, Mo Yifeng continued: “For the past ten years, I have been searching in this darkness for a missing person… Everyone told me he was dead, but I didn’t stop, I kept searching, I don’t know how long it’s been…”

He didn’t say any more, just hugged Shen Yucheng tightly, as if to melt him into his bones.

Shen Yucheng opened his mouth, and finally asked in a low voice: “…Why? Don’t you hate me?” His tone was cautious, as if afraid that if he spoke a little louder, he would scare the other person away.

“Hate.” Mo Yifeng did not hesitate.

Shen Yucheng’s heart trembled fiercely. It was an answer he should have expected long ago, but when he really heard it, his heart still ached as if it were broken.

“Over the years, I have hated you to the core.” Mo Yifeng’s voice was muffled, “I hate you for taking everything on yourself, hate you for not being willing to trust me…”

But what he hated more was his own incompetence.

In the darkness, the two listened silently to each other’s breathing, no one spoke again, as if at this moment, all words seemed superfluous.

Suddenly, Shen Yucheng let go of his supporting hand and directly rested his head on Mo Yifeng’s chest, “I’m sorry for making you wait so long.”

Mo Yifeng was silent for a moment, then reached out and placed his hand on Shen Yucheng’s head, gently stroking it, and the two hugged each other tightly.

“I don’t forgive you.”

“Then… what should I do?”

“I need a kiss.”

Shen Yucheng suddenly raised his head. He couldn’t see the other person’s expression in the darkness, but he could feel Mo Yifeng’s gaze locked firmly on him, waiting for his action.

Under the burning gaze, his heart beat suddenly accelerated, Shen Yucheng’s eyelashes trembled slightly, his hands trembled as he cupped the other person’s face, the throbbing in his chest was so strong that it seemed to vibrate throughout his body.

The person below seemed to see something, and chuckled in a low voice, his tone teasing: “Trembling like this, how can you kiss?”

Shen Yucheng’s face turned red with embarrassment. He was about to retort, but a large hand grabbed the back of his head, and the next second, his lips were covered by warm softness.

Mo Yifeng gradually raised his head, deepening the kiss.

When Shen Yucheng felt the familiar fluctuation in his body, a warm spiritual force suddenly flowed through his whole body, tightly wrapping him up.

When their lips parted, their breaths were intertwined, and before Shen Yucheng could recover, he heard Mo Yifeng laugh softly.

“I won’t give it back to you again, Dao Companion Contract.”

Shen Yucheng was stunned, and realized that the kiss had renewed the contract between the two. He looked at Mo Yifeng, watching the other person smile like a child who had found a treasure, and thinking of the blood kiss when they forcibly broke the contract last time, the other person should have left a considerable shadow.

He murmured softly: “Is one enough?”

As soon as the words fell, he pressed down again.

This time, Mo Yifeng no longer suppressed himself, and frankly indulged in it.

However, at this moment, the candles along the long passage suddenly lit up one by one, illuminating the passage.

The two finally saw each other’s faces clearly and were instantly stunned.

Shen Yucheng had been talking forcefully just now, but his face was now red, his eyelashes were wet, stained with a little moisture, and his eyes were misty.

Mo Yifeng was not much better. His collar had been torn open at some point, revealing his solid chest, which still had some unknown red marks. The most obvious thing was his lips, which were unusually red, obviously having been severely ravaged.

The two looked at each other, and after a brief silence, they separated at the same time, frantically tidying up their appearance.

After their heartbeats calmed down a little, they noticed this long, secluded passage.

Just now, it was pitch black everywhere, and they hadn’t noticed it. Now they were shocked to find that both sides of the walls were covered with ancient texts and portraits, extending along the entire passage.

“What is written here…?” Mo Yifeng reached out and touched the carvings on the wall. As soon as he touched them, a series of information flooded into his mind, and the unfamiliar text suddenly became clearly discernible.

Shen Yucheng stared at these inscriptions and instantly thought of the extremely similar runes carved on the tomb wall of “Baili” in the ice cave of Hanji Peak…

Thinking of what Bai Guchen said when he sent them in, “Everything the world has done to him.”

This should be left by Bai Guchen.

The two reached out and pressed their hands on the wall, and a series of messages flooded into their minds.

Thousands of years ago, the Puppet Dao was the supreme Dao in the cultivation world, known as the “First Dao.” It was not something that could be obtained through cultivation, but only those chosen by the Heavenly Dao could master it. Therefore, it had always been a power that the world yearned for, and countless cultivators spent their lives trying to decipher its mysteries.

And a Puppet Dao cultivator would only appear once every hundred years. In that chaotic era, thexiūshì, cultivator pursuit of power ultimately led to the birth of an acquired Puppet technique, the “Crimson Puppet.”

However, the turning point in the fate of the Puppet Dao occurred during the Immortal-Demon War thousands of years ago.

At that time, the power of the Demon cultivators far exceeded that of the Immortal Dao, and the war was one-sided, with the Immortal Realm almost collapsing. At this moment, a cultivator suddenly emerged, and with his own strength, he manipulated thousands of troops, sweeping across the enemyzhèn, battle formation, and completely eliminating hundreds of Demon camps, instantly reversing the battle.

This cultivator was Baili, the Puppet Dao genius of a thousand years ago.

His unparalleled power directly ended the war, and he should have become a hero admired by the world.

However, people began to fear the powerful force he alone wielded. The hundred largest sects in the cultivation world secretly made an agreement to imprison Baili forever, nominally to “guard the cultivation world,” but in reality to imprison him under the sects, never to be free for the rest of his life.

Baili refused to submit, and under his resistance, he became a wanted object by the entire cultivation world. They listed the “Puppet Dao” as a forbidden technique, strictly prohibiting its practice, and offered a high reward to encourage people to report it, and those who were found would be killed without mercy.

From then on, Baili began a long escape.

Until one day, he passed through the Northern Region, and kindly saved a villager, but he never expected that this kindness would send him to his doom.

After discovering Baili’s Puppet technique, the villager secretly informed the whole village overnight. That night, at the so-called “thanksgiving banquet,” the cultivators of the hundred largest sects quietly surrounded the entire village and forcibly captured him in front of all the villagers.

Baili refused to submit and resisted desperately, but was eventually beheaded on the spot.

This village, because it reported Baili, received generous rewards and was named “Jitan Village.”

This massacre did not end there.

At that time, Baili had a companion by his side, who was just an unknown small cultivator. He watched Baili die in the encirclement of the villagers, unable to change anything.

This small cultivator buried Baili’s body on Hanji Peak, where they last lived, and set up an ancient beast as a guardian to prevent outsiders from disturbing him.

Afterwards, the small cultivator began to frantically study the “Crimson Puppet.” He wandered for thousands of years, desperately searching for a way to revive him. Finally, thousands of years later, a genius doctor was born.

Seeing this, Shen Yucheng’s heart was shocked. This genius doctor should be Liu Mingzhen.

He gently stroked the wall. The words engraved here were much newer than the earliest carvings. It seemed that over the years, Bai Guchen had been recording everything that had happened in the past.

The small cultivator finally learned from the doctor that there was indeed a soul-reviving method, although it could not truly resurrect him, it could allow the deceased to reappear.

The small cultivator didn’t mind. To him, being able to see that person again was enough.

However, the doctor refused his request because “soul-reviving” violated the Heavenly Dao and disturbed fate.

The small cultivator had no choice but to let the doctor experience the taste of “losing a loved one” like him. Finally, as he expected, the doctor finally compromised and was willing to manufacture the medicine.

But the doctor retreated to the medical clinic for a month and then disappeared without a trace. The small cultivator searched everywhere, and finally followed the clues and found that the doctor had escaped to Jitan Village.

This purgatory place.

At that time, the doctor…dào.

The method of summoning souls can be done for the dead, but not for the living, otherwise it will disrupt the Heavenly Dao.

Since it can be done for the dead, let the “dead” do it.

The doctor could finally make medicine for the small cultivator.

For the first time manipulating “people,” let the doctor first try making incense burners.

These incense burners will be given to the villagers as “thank you gifts.”

…

Reading this, Shen Yucheng and Mo Yifeng exchanged glances, and they also understood how Jitan Village became a living hell back then.

Everything was cause and effect.