MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 21
by Volare“What’s going on?” Shen Yucheng rubbed his fingertips involuntarily, not understanding why they were so cold, as if they had lost the warmth of a living person. If Mo Yifeng were just a mortal, this kind of hypothermia would have been fatal long ago.
“When did this happen?” He stared coldly at Mo Yifeng, but the other averted his gaze, not daring to look directly at him.
Although he didn’t say it explicitly, Shen Yucheng had already guessed from the clues he’d gathered these past few days: “Was it in the Time Dao, because of the injury to Third Sister’s body?”
He remembered that Mo Yifeng was also covered in cold air at that time, but he didn’t say a word, stubbornly holding on so that he wouldn’t notice. If Shen Yucheng hadn’t noticed, he would have concealed it until now.
Faced with Mo Yifeng’s indifferent reaction, not caring about his own body at all, anger inexplicably surged in his heart, and he was about to explode. Mo Yifeng swayed on the edge of the bed, his face even paler than before. When he lost his balance and fell to the ground again, Shen Yucheng reacted quickly, leaned over, and supported him.
Mo Yifeng leaned his whole body in his arms, like a large block of ice. The moment they were close, Shen Yucheng felt the biting cold. It was hard to imagine that he had been enduring this for the past few days, and even flew on his sword for a day and a night just now.
Shen Yucheng lowered his eyes and stared at the person in his arms. The other’s brows were tightly furrowed, and his lips were white. He was clearly so uncomfortable that he fainted, but he still refused to speak.
“Serves you right.”
He gently placed Mo Yifeng on the bed, even though he knew it was useless, he still covered him with a quilt.
“Oh? Is this your little lover?” Yan Quanye stood aside and teased, “Your eyes were quite interesting just now.”
After tidying up the room, Shen Yucheng expressionlessly closed the door and left.
Yan Quanye laughed, “What’s wrong? Did I hit the nail on the head?”
The early morning had passed, and there were already a few scattered shops in the market, and few people on the streets. Shen Yucheng didn’t return to his room, but walked straight out of the inn. Seeing this, Yan Quanye followed, “Where are you going? Aren’t you going to take care of your little lover?”
Yan Quanye pestered him all the way, as if he had to have an explanation. Shen Yucheng was annoyed by his entanglement, “You’re really annoying. What kind of look did I give him? The look you give trash. As a person, he can’t even take care of his own body, he doesn’t treat his illness when he’s sick, I wouldn’t even want this kind of lover if you gave him to me.”
Yan Quanye was stunned by his outburst and followed with small steps, “Are you angry?”
“No.” Shen Yucheng was just remembering the past. As an orphan, he didn’t dare to get sick when he lived among the common people. In the world of the survival of the fittest, getting sick meant elimination and death. He had paid attention to his body since he was a child. He was just incautiously projecting his emotions onto Mo Yifeng.
He reflected that he was still not calm enough.
Shen Yucheng walked to a spiritual medicine shop, and Yan Quanye looked up, “What are you doing here?”
Mo Yifeng’s body was cold from the inside out, and ordinary external warmth was useless. Only dispelling the cold air from within the body would help.
The impact of the barrier in Jize Village last time was very great.
“Buying medicine.” Shen Yucheng walked in. The moment he learned that Mo Yifeng was injured, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind. He walked to the shopkeeper with thick body hair, “Boss, do you have the Lock-Void Pill here?”
At that time, the information about the “Lock-Void Pill” naturally appeared in Shen Yucheng’s mind. This pill could resolve extreme cold toxins in the body. Generally, those who were poisoned had inhaled excessive “Frost Heaven Powder,” which mostly appeared in the form of incense burner smoke, slightly white and tasteless.
Therefore, he was so sure that it was the incense burner.
“Yes,” the shopkeeper glanced at Shen Yucheng and continued to wipe the counter with his head down, “Ask the heavens now, and you might get it in a thousand years.”
“What’s your attitude!” Yan Quanye said angrily, but unfortunately only Shen Yucheng’s eardrums were damaged.
“May I ask, boss, what do you mean by this?” Shen Yucheng asked seriously. This attitude was already much better than the treatment he received as a beggar when he was a child.
The shopkeeper sighed deeply, “Are you here to cause trouble? What is the Lock-Void Pill? It’s a top-grade spiritual pill! If my shop had it, I would have retired long ago!”
After being kicked out, Shen Yucheng stood blankly on the street, blinking his eyes. Mo Yifeng was probably not going to make it this time.
“Didn’t you know that spiritual pill is so rare?” Yan Quanye scratched his head.
Shen Yucheng laughed drily. If he had known, he would never have made this trip.
Thinking like this, he walked back to the inn. “So you don’t plan to save him?” Yan Quanye caught up, surprised by Shen Yucheng’s ruthlessness.
“Do you have money? Do you have spiritual stones?” Shen Yucheng walked on his own, his expression indifferent, “If you don’t have either, then how can I save him?”
Things in the world don’t always go as planned. What could he do even if he wanted to save him?
Yan Quanye looked at his detached appearance and had nothing to say, but said awkwardly, “But I felt the Dao Companion Contract binding you two, I thought you were inseparable…”
Shen Yucheng suddenly stopped, and Yan Quanye didn’t react in time, bumping into his back, covering his nose and scolding, “Can’t you walk, why did you stop suddenly?”
“Ling Danbo Realm…” These words floated in Shen Yucheng’s mind again.
The man and the spirit looked at each other in realization, knowing where to find the Lock-Void Pill at that moment.
“But it’s still some days before entering the realm, can your little lover last until then?” Back at the inn, Yan Quanye watched Shen Yucheng enter his room.
“I don’t know, if he can’t last, he can only die.” Disturbed by a bunch of things, he delayed his morning cultivation, Shen Yucheng entered meditation again, single-mindedly.
Seeing this, Yan Quanye didn’t say anything more and returned to Qixin to rest.
However, in less than half a day, a series of clanging sounds came from next door.
“Clang–”
“Thump–”
“Flop–”
Shen Yucheng’s eyebrows twitched slightly, and fine sweat oozed from his forehead, trying hard to maintain his focus, “…”
“Ugh.” Someone bumped into something on the other side and let out a muffled groan, which sounded very painful.
“Hey, are you really not going to take a look?” Yan Quanye saw Shen Yucheng covered in sweat and couldn’t help but ask again, his tone a little impatient, “Your little lover seems to be awake.”
Shen Yucheng remained unmoved, Yan Quanye glanced at his tense chest and deliberately provoked, “It seems like he’s burning firewood in his room, what if he’s dizzy and accidentally kicks it…”
Remembering the muffled sound he heard just now, Shen Yucheng swallowed and still kept his eyes closed.
It shouldn’t be, right? Did he really bump into something?
No, he’s just cold, not blind, he should be able to see the fire.
But, what if he saw it but his body was so stiff that he couldn’t avoid it?
… Also impossible, he’s a Nascent Soul cultivator, getting burned by a fire won’t be fatal.
But–
Yan Quanye watched his inner struggle from the outside, helplessly, stepped forward and grabbed Shen Yucheng’s collar, throwing him towards the wall. Shen Yucheng was caught off guard, watching his cheek about to make intimate contact with the wall, and was about to support himself with his hands. However, his fingertips disappeared into the wall first, passing through.
Rubbing his waist and looking up, Yan Quanye also came through. He looked down at his translucent body, never expecting Yan Quanye to have this kind of ability.
“Who?” A voice pulled Shen Yucheng back to reality. Looking into the distance, the bed was already empty. Mo Yifeng sat in front of the stove with his eyes closed, his body almost touching the fire.
Hearing the movement, Mo Yifeng wanted to open his eyes to check, but at this moment even opening his eyes seemed difficult.
Shen Yucheng’s face was ashen. Mo Yifeng’s condition was worse than he imagined. He was so cold that he was about to fall asleep by the stove. He stepped forward and moved the stove away a little. Although this might make Mo Yifeng even colder, being too close was too dangerous, especially since this person was wrapped up like a rice dumpling now.
If he accidentally lit his clothes, he probably wouldn’t have time to react and take them off.
Feeling the fire source being moved away, the biting cold emanated from the inner core, and he instinctively wanted to get close to the warmth, groping around randomly.
Suddenly, his palm felt a burst of warmth, touching something soft. Strangely, he still felt cold when he was sitting by the stove just now, but now, just touching a trace of warmth with his fingers, the emptiness and cold in his body receded like a tide, and a warm current surged from the tip of his heart.
So, he naturally grasped that warmth tightly, not letting it go, and finally groped for a larger heat source, clinging to it tightly and unwilling to let go, falling into a deep sleep.
“Then you stay here and accompany him.” Yan Quanye said softly with a smile.
At this moment, Mo Yifeng hugged Shen Yucheng like a sloth, his head buried in the hollow of his neck. Shen Yucheng’s eyes were as dull as ashes, and one of his cheeks was red and hot from being pinched.
What else could he do? The person in his arms was wrapped around him tightly, motionless, he could only maintain this position.
Damn it, he didn’t want to come here in the first place.
He glared at Yan Quanye, signaling him to get out quickly.
Yan Quanye waved his hand helplessly, and his figure gradually disappeared.
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Night gradually fell, and the room only had the crackling sound of firewood burning. The firelight illuminated half of Shen Yucheng’s face, outlining his handsome features. His eyelashes drooped slightly, and he felt the temperature of the person in his arms gradually rising, and his face also turned rosy.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he gently loosened the hands and feet wrapped around him. Mo Yifeng thought the warmth was about to disappear and hugged him even tighter. Shen Yucheng almost couldn’t breathe and slapped the other’s hand away unhappily, “Let go, I’m not leaving, I’m just putting you back on the bed.”
Perhaps Shen Yucheng’s movements were too gentle, and Mo Yifeng’s strength really loosened a lot. As soon as he carried the person back to the bed, he was hugged into his arms by the other again. Shen Yucheng had no choice but to hide his hands on both sides of his body, secretly rubbing his already cold fingertips.
It seemed that the power of the Dao Companion Contract had already taken effect.
[Dao Companion Contract Three Rules, Rule Two: To help each other in times of need, 50% of the injuries suffered by the companion are transferred to the Puppet Master to share.]
The activation condition of the second rule is the Puppet Master’s one-way contact with the Dao Companion.
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The morning light sprinkled into the room through the paper window, and dappled shadows moved on the white sheets. The firewood in the room had long burned out, and the air was filled with a faint woody fragrance.
Mo Yifeng slowly opened his eyes, feeling the warmth still remaining in his body. Although his body temperature had not fully returned to normal, it was much better than the previous days.
He slowly turned his head, his eyes falling on the side of the bed next to him, and his hand gently probed the empty space. His fingertips touched coldness, and there was not a trace of warmth there.
Mo Yifeng’s pupils were deep, that position had the heat source he had captured in his dream, that gentle comfort, that warm embrace, not the empty, cold white bed. He clenched his palm, his heart feeling as if a piece had been hollowed out.