MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 22
by VolareHaving finished meditating, Shen Yucheng slowly opened his eyes, hearing the “creak” of the floorboards in the next room as they were compressed.
After waiting a week, he finally woke up.
“Finally awake.”
Shen Yucheng was slightly startled, not expecting Yan Quanye beside him to speak: “Slept long enough, I thought he was dead.”
“Is that what you were thinking?” Yan Quanye looked back at Shen Yucheng smugly.
“You really understand me.” Shen Yucheng smiled slightly, quietly clenching his fist: “Didn’t give you enough last time?”
Seeing this, Yan Quanye’s heart trembled. Now, he was afraid whenever he saw Shen Yucheng clench his fist. Who knew this beauty could be so fierce when he started fighting, each punch like a thousand tons. Last time, he threw Shen Yucheng into the next room, and the next day he was beaten severely.
Because the two had signed a contract, Yan Quanye wanted to avoid him at all costs, but he couldn’t get away.
Being near him was a living hell.
Yan Quanye consciously closed his mouth.
Shen Yucheng didn’t bother with him either, and got up to stretch his muscles. Over the past week, he had been going back and forth between Mo Yifeng’s room and his own. Every time he went next door, he was forced to lie still in bed for a whole day, Mo Yifeng not giving him any chance to leave.
In the past few days, his cultivation progress had been poor, his sleep restless, and his mind uneasy.
There was a gentle knock on the door. Shen Yucheng opened it and saw someone unexpected—Fu Lingxuan. The other person glanced around, didn’t say much, just told him to follow.
Although unclear what was happening, Shen Yucheng followed him. He saw two people waiting outside the door. Shi Wen shrugged, also clearly unaware of the situation, while Cai Ji appeared cautious, following closely behind. Shen Yucheng wondered what Fu Lingxuan had done to him to make him so obedient.
Fu Lingxuan went to find Mo Yifeng last. Shen Yucheng watched his knuckles knock on the door, and couldn’t help but sweat, afraid that he would faint in the room again.
After a moment, the door opened, and Mo Yifeng was wearing casual clothes, his expression normal. Shen Yucheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the other person’s gaze swept over him, as if observing something.
After a brief conversation, they walked out together. Along the way, everyone was silent, the atmosphere heavy, as if they were going to seek revenge.
Mo Yifeng walked in front, and Shen Yucheng quietly extended a strand of golden silk, gently attaching it to the other person’s back, sensing the temperature. Fortunately, it wasn’t too cold.
But then he thought, this person was stubborn and proud. Even if he was freezing on the street, he would never fall down.
Soon, they entered a large restaurant. During the normally lively midday, it seemed unusually quiet here. Shen Yucheng’s gaze followed his steps. The decoration here was new, not like it had been abandoned for a long time, but it was also too deserted.
Fu Lingxuan looked calm, seemingly unaware of the strangeness. The five of them walked to the end of the corridor, and Shen Yucheng suddenly felt a murderous aura, sharp spiritual energy attacking like thorns.
His hairs stood on end, and he instinctively dodged to the left. A sharp wind blade grazed his cheek, instantly cutting a thin red line. Crimson beads emerged from the red mark, sliding down his jaw like bloody tears, adding to his tragic beauty.
Shen Yucheng: “”What kind of restaurant is this, launching a sneak attack in broad daylight?””
Fu Lingxuan glanced at him. Shen Yucheng noticed a sharp needle stuck in the wooden floor at his feet. Mo Yifeng was slightly stunned, his gaze turning to the end of the corridor.
“I thought the talented disciples of the Futian Sect wouldn’t bother to hold a grand meeting,” a female voice echoed from the first floor of the restaurant, reverberating around, “Or is it that your cultivation has regressed to Golden Core, and you don’t need to take the Qi Suppression Pill?”
Shen Yucheng looked up. The layout upstairs was smaller than the ground floor. Two women were drinking wine above. The woman who had just spoken was wearing a black robe, a piece of jade hanging from her waist, inlaid with colored glaze underneath. She sat cross-legged in a relaxed manner, leisurely drinking wine, looking like a hero of the pugilistic world.
Another person sat quietly, wearing the same robe, but carrying a large sword on her back, about the height of an adult. Shen Yucheng thought it should be called a broadsword.
Although this person’s head was lowered, Shen Yucheng felt a burning gaze enveloping his entire body. The eyes hidden under the hair were staring at them.
As their eyes met, Shen Yucheng felt a chill down his spine, as if he were in a tiger’s den, surrounded by dangers.
Fu Lingxuan walked forward slowly, directly into this invisible cage, with a smile on his face, politely saying: “Sorry for the long wait, everyone. I apologize for the delay. Please, those who are anxious, have a few more drinks and calm down.”
The woman upstairs who had been silently drinking wine suddenly stood up, slamming her palm on the table, overturning the wine cup and spilling the wine. The heroic woman opposite her raised her hand to stop her, seemingly accustomed to Fu Lingxuan’s sly face, and smiled indifferently: “You’re as annoying as ever. Put away that expression, it makes me sick to look at.”
Fu Lingxuan smiled cheerfully: “I can only apologize to Miss Lingyi.”
Lingyi turned her head away in disgust, ignoring him and continuing to drink.
“Brother Yucheng, are you alright?” Mo Yifeng walked beside Shen Yucheng at some point, toying with the thin needle that had injured him in his hand.
Shen Yucheng touched the wound and saw that it had stopped bleeding. He was about to say “I’m fine”. In the next instant, the quiet woman upstairs’s wine glass made a crisp “pop” sound, especially clear in the silent restaurant. A thin needle was stuck in her wine glass. She recognized it with just a glance, and glared at Mo Yifeng, her anger blazing.
At the same time, Shen Yucheng heard Mo Yifeng mutter to himself: “No poison, I’ll let you off.”
“Nie Yue, sit down,” Lingyi chuckled, first letting the girl beside her sit down safely, and then giving Shen Yucheng her first serious look since they came in: “I heard that Futian Feng has recruited a new disciple. I thought it was just a rumor, but now it seems that this handsome beauty is your disciple?”
Shen Yucheng then noticed that there weren’t just them on the ground floor of the restaurant. Stepping inside, he realized that there were hundreds of people staring at them silently, their eyes burning, clearly regarding Futian Feng as a strong enemy.
Fu Lingxuan replied gently: “When did Miss Lingyi become so enthusiastic, even interfering in the affairs of other sects?”
“I just heard that this new disciple came from a menial background. I’m worried that he won’t be able to withstand the pressure from the hundreds of sects in the cultivation world.”
As soon as she finished speaking, there was an uproar in the room, and many cultivators expressed their agreement. Futian Sect was the dream sect of countless disciples in the cultivation world, and now someone from a humble background had become their inaccessible direct disciple, inevitably causing resentment. This emotion turned into jealousy and doubt.
Mo Yifeng’s face was like still water, coldly watching these people who usually loved to discuss others behind their backs.
After Lingyi’s words added fuel to the fire, the other sects’ disciples’ criticism of Shen Yucheng became even more unscrupulous, rising from discussions of status and position to appearance and relationships, with all kinds of absurd speculations coming one after another. Their blind self-confidence was like a solid shield.
If Fu Lingxuan tried to defend them now, it would only deepen people’s suspicions.
Shi Wen, impulsive, stepped forward, trying to clear up the misunderstanding, while Cai Ji watched coldly from behind. For him, Shen Yucheng’s plight was his pleasure. Before leaving, he had promised Cheng Mufei that he would teach Shen Yucheng a lesson on this trip, and the current situation couldn’t be better for him.
Shi Wen’s remarks further aroused the disciples’ emotions, thinking that Shen Yucheng had already bought off the Shi family as well, and the dirt kept being flung.
Mo Yifeng couldn’t bear it any longer, secretly thinking of eradicating these people all at once.
However, before he could act, the noisy restaurant suddenly fell silent, as if time had been paused, and everyone was frozen in their previous actions, not moving at all.
Shi Wen was so surprised that his accent was off: “What’s going on?”
Lingyi, who had been calmly enjoying the commotion downstairs, frowned upon seeing this, and was about to get up to check.
“Don’t move.”
Shen Yucheng commanded coldly, his small figure standing on one side downstairs, appearing insignificant, like an ant.
It should have been so, but at this moment, Lingyi didn’t dare to act rashly. Her neck was wrapped with dense golden silk at some point, and the sweat dripping from her temples fell on it, breaking into two pieces with a light touch. It was not difficult to imagine that if her neck touched it, it would be like a sharp blade cutting through flesh and blood, clean and neat.
The other disciples in the restaurant were the same. Golden silk had spread all around them without them noticing. They were like prey caught in a net, unable to resist, the next step being to wait for death to come.
Fu Lingxuan hadn’t noticed Shen Yucheng doing these things in secret either, his expression calm on the surface, but inexplicably relieved in his heart.
“Senior brother, you continue.” Shen Yucheng coldly looked down at these beasts trapped in his net, not wanting to hear them say any more, and told Fu Lingxuan to continue the meeting.
Mo Yifeng looked up. The golden silk, as dense as a painting, was woven into a huge golden net in the high air of the restaurant. Under the reflection of the lights, the luster flowed, and each strand of golden silk was filled with thick spiritual power.
Brother Yucheng.
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Thanks to Shen Yucheng’s actions, the meeting proceeded smoothly, and no one dared to protest, nodding in agreement silently. There were three Nascent Soul cultivators going to the secret realm this time, namely Fu Lingxuan, Mo Yifeng, and Lingyi of the Qionghua Sect.
Under everyone’s gaze, they took the Qi Suppression Pill, and then set the departure date at noon three days later, before dispersing.
The moment Shen Yucheng released the golden silk, the disciples breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to say anything more. Lingyi watched the Lingfeng Sect people leave, feeling something in her heart: “Nie Yue, this year, Futian Sect recruited a new person, help me find out his information when he was a menial.”
Nie Yue responded, thinking about the golden silk just now: “When he uses spiritual power, we can’t detect the flow, he is a master.”
“You know,” Lingyi casually shook her wine glass, “I’ve only seen this kind of silent technique in long-term fugitives.”
Recalling just now, Shen Yucheng’s deep eyes contained an endless abyss, as if they wanted to devour everything.
She paused for a long time, her eyes stern: “Practicing this technique must be deliberate, maybe he has secrets that people don’t know about.”
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Not far away, Shen Yucheng sneezed, secretly rubbing his hands that couldn’t be warmed.
Mo Yifeng watched from behind, subconsciously feeling the change in his own temperature.