MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 3
by Volare“So, Junior Brother is here. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” A warm breath tickled Shen Yucheng’s ear, startling him so much that even the two little birds nearby flew away in fright.
Mo Yifeng chuckled and hoisted Shen Yucheng onto his shoulder. “I’ve already spoken to Master, and he’s agreed.”
Shen Yucheng didn’t bother resisting, secretly muttering in his heart, “The Futian Sect accepts disciples so casually?”
Mo Yifeng added, “However, there’s one condition: you have to be in the top three in the Promotion Examination in three months.”
Shen Yucheng: “…”
The Promotion Examination was the Lingfeng Sect, the number one immortal sect in the cultivation world’s disciple recruitment test. Almost everyone who wanted to embark on the path of immortality would fight tooth and nail to participate. In previous years, Shen Yucheng found this test the most annoying because during those few days, their menial workload would be several times higher than usual.
The examination would last for three days. Every year, the disciples who could enter the top one hundred were very competitive even if they ultimately failed to enter the Lingfeng Sect, while the top fifty could remain in the Lingfeng Sect. The top ten could even become personal disciples of various masters, making it extremely difficult.
The Futian Sect was the best among the Lingfeng Sect, and the number one genius was accepted as a disciple by the sect leader every year. It was already a great privilege for Shen Yucheng to only need to get into the top three.
“But don’t I need to pay respects to the sect leader?”
Mo Yifeng said leisurely, “Master is in seclusion and will be able to meet in three months. Speaking of which, Junior Brother, you’re 22 this year, right? You need to seize the opportunity.”
The Promotion Examination had an age limit of 22, but in reality, there were almost no 22-year-old examinees.
In the cultivation world, the best path to immortality was at the age of 12, and those who awakened their spiritual roots at 22 were mostly of mixed quality.
It was better for such people to work hard in the mortal world than to pursue a path of cultivation that was destined to be fruitless.
“Then I’m not even a member of the Futian Sect yet. Where are you taking me?” Shen Yucheng gradually got used to being carried in the air.
“How can you say that? Before the Promotion Examination, you’re my Junior Brother, and afterwards, you still will be – we’re here.”
Shen Yucheng landed, and in front of him was a mountain. The two stood at the entrance of a cave. After entering, it turned out to be a Chinese-style decoration, with cultivation methods hung all around.
Mo Yifeng took off his outer robe, “The side room at the end is yours.”
However, Shen Yucheng’s mind was filled with: the entire mountain belongs to him alone? Could it be that becoming a disciple of the Futian Sect entitled one to a mountain?
Taking in a disciple and giving a mountain.
After a while, he reacted, thinking of Mo Yifeng’s meaning, “Wait a minute, we’re living together?”
“Do you mind? Don’t worry, my tolerance is very high,” Mo Yifeng waved his hand.
Shen Yucheng, “That’s not the issue.” He had never lived with anyone before, and if possible, sleeping in a trash can was better than this.
Mo Yifeng said aggrievedly, “Then you can go straight out a hundred meters. There’s a Military Stockpile; you can clean it up and use it.”
Shen Yucheng turned around and left directly. Mo Yifeng leisurely brewed a pot of tea and picked up a scroll. A quarter of an hour later, Shen Yucheng returned, covered in sweat and with a flushed face.
“Why…” he asked, panting.
Just now, when Shen Yucheng left the cave and was a few steps away from the Military Stockpile, his entire body was pulled by an invisible force, the source coming from the direction he had come from, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t take a step forward.
Mo Yifeng shifted his gaze from the scroll and smiled meaningfully, “So, are you willing to live together now?” He had only discovered this when he was looking for his master just now.
It seemed that they were bound by a force, unable to leave beyond a hundred meters. Shen Yucheng felt that it wasn’t that simple. Just now, there were moments when they could communicate telepathically, which should also have originated from the same force.
He looked at Mo Yifeng’s seemingly innocent, watery eyes, and all that remained in his heart was exhaustion, and he had no hope for the days to come.
He could finally empathize with what his aunt said when he was a child: marrying a bad old man, with no money and no looks, and the days seemed to have no end in sight.
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Several weeks passed, and Shen Yucheng had adapted to life here. He didn’t have to get up early to work and could focus on cultivation every day. Life was very comfortable. However, he hadn’t seen Mo Yifeng since that day, and he didn’t know where he had gone.
Shen Yucheng resolved his three meals a day in the Futian Sect cafeteria not far from the cave and heard a lot about Mo Yifeng.
It was said that Mo Yifeng was picked up by the Futian Sect leader when he was twelve years old. He was covered in dirt and as small as an eight-year-old. At first, everyone thought that the sect leader was just kindly saving someone and would send him away after he recovered. Who knew that a month later, the sect leader would actually accept him as his personal disciple?
This caused dissatisfaction, but Mo Yifeng used half a year to break through from the first level of Qi refining to Foundation Establishment. It should be known that it took at least a year for a person with Heavenly Spiritual Roots to break through a realm, let alone when he was still malnourished at the time.
Mo Yifeng, who was only thirteen years old, participated in the Promotion Examination and won the championship with his mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation base, sealing the mouths of the crowd with absolute strength.
Now, at the age of eighteen, he was already the youngest Nascent Soul cultivator in the history of the cultivation world.
Shen Yucheng recalled Mo Yifeng calling him “Junior Brother” all day long and sighed in his heart, “So he’s just a kid.”
“He had it pretty tough when he was young,” Shen Yucheng muttered to himself.
However, during this period of time, he discovered that Mo Yifeng was obsessed with cultivation, and besides a bed and a pot of tea, the entire room was filled with endless scrolls and cultivation methods.
Before leaving, Mo Yifeng only said one sentence: “Everything in the room can be moved, but the scrolls must be returned to their original place after reading them.”
Shen Yucheng would also flip through them when he was bored. With his ability to speed-read from his previous miscellaneous management, he quickly cleared a shelf of cultivation methods. He felt that the only advantage of the Five Spiritual Roots fusion was that his spiritual power was abundant. Others needed to rest after practicing for two hours, but he could practice for two or three days in a row. But the disadvantage was that he couldn’t be lazy, otherwise his inner core would ache terribly.
Over the past few weeks, he had mastered that the activation of the Puppet Dao required touching the object being manipulated for at least five seconds.
Once, when he went to the cafeteria to get food, the new helper deliberately made things difficult for him and only gave him half a spoonful of rice. Shen Yucheng wasn’t annoyed and used his newly mastered Puppet Dao to forcibly make the helper pile up a small mountain of meat.
This Forbidden Dao was quite useful, but the side effect was that he washed his hands for half an hour afterwards.
There was no way around it; the man’s hands were too greasy.
After this incident, a thought welled up in Shen Yucheng’s heart.
Spiritual power had transmissibility. If it could be precisely controlled to the slightest bit, it could theoretically be attached to the target, allowing for indirect contact to use the Puppet Dao.
With this thought, Shen Yucheng stayed in his room, cultivating behind closed doors.
He secretly decided in his heart that he must cultivate this Puppet Dao to perfection.
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A month later, the forest next to the mountain cave exploded, and Mo Yifeng returned.
During this time, he had been in seclusion in the forest within a hundred meters. After returning, he saw that the room was covered in dust and the scrolls were scattered. He walked to the side room and felt a huge spiritual power.
Spiritual power filled the sealed room, and a small part of it was squeezed out, which was how Mo Yifeng sensed it.
His eyes lit up, and he couldn’t help but smile. Such spiritual power would take ordinary people several months to accumulate.
Suddenly, the paper door lit up with a dazzling pale blue light, and a chaotic sound came from inside. Mo Yifeng hurriedly opened the door.
Inside the room, hundreds of small birds were obediently standing on the ground, and Shen Yucheng was sitting cross-legged in the center with his eyes closed. Even though he knew that he was cultivating the Puppet Dao, Mo Yifeng was still shocked when he saw it with his own eyes.
At this time, Shen Yucheng was surrounded by a pale blue spiritual power, and the huge spiritual power was coming from it.
But…
He focused his attention to check Shen Yucheng’s cultivation level.
“Why is he only at the third level of Qi refining after two months?” Mo Yifeng asked in confusion.
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Shen Yucheng changed into clean clothes. Now he could freely control his spiritual power. At first, he could only control ten small birds, but as his spiritual power and cultivation level increased, so did the number.
He felt that his cultivation level was improving, and his spiritual power also increased, so he had to seize every second to form his Golden Core as soon as possible, at least to solve his constitution of overflowing spiritual power.
Walking to the living room, Mo Yifeng had a bump on his forehead and was reading a letter. That was because he had been beaten for interrupting Shen Yucheng’s cultivation without permission.
Just as he was about to return to his room, Mo Yifeng handed him the letter, “Look at this.”
Shen Yucheng initially didn’t understand why Mo Yifeng had insisted on him coming to the Futian Sect, but now he understood that Mo Yifeng had a cultivation obsession, especially interested in the Forbidden Dao he was cultivating, and wanted to observe it up close.
He looked at the contents of the letter. The sender was Cheng Mufei, but the letter was sent to the entire cultivation world.
The letter stated that if anyone could defeat Shen Yucheng in the Promotion Examination a month later, they would be rewarded with 500,000 Higher quality spiritual stones, with additional amounts depending on the degree of injury, with a minimum of 100,000 and no maximum limit; if they inflicted serious injuries, each person would be rewarded with 10,000 spiritual stones, with no limit on the number of people.
“Junior Brother is really popular,” Mo Yifeng leaned over, resting his chin on his shoulder, and smiled, “See, now you’ve become everyone’s life goal in the cultivation world.”
Shen Yucheng’s fingers tightened on the letter, thinking: With this bonus, wouldn’t I not have to work for the rest of my life? Never mind life goals, I even want to beat myself up.
He couldn’t imagine what the battlefield would be like at that time, with everyone trying to beat him to death for the bonus.
“But when did I sign up for this examination?” he asked doubtfully. Although he knew the conditions for entering the Futian Sect, he had never registered. How did the entire cultivation world know that he was going to participate in this year’s examination?
Mo Yifeng’s eyes lit up, “I signed you up. I was afraid you’d forget, so the moment Master gave the order, I announced it to the world.”
Shen Yucheng’s temples throbbed, feeling that Mo Yifeng wasn’t that kind.
“In that case, we need to speed things up,” Mo Yifeng took out a map from his arms, pointing to the north, “We need to go here before the Promotion Examination.”
Shen Yucheng took a look. It was Hanji Mountain in the northernmost region of the cultivation world, covered in ice and snow all year round. It was rumored that only Ancient Fierce Beasts lived there, making it a black forbidden zone from which there was no return.
With only a month left until the examination, going to Hanji Mountain at this time…
“You want to go there to control an Ancient Fierce Beast?” Shen Yucheng guessed. He knew that the Promotion Examination was a battle between people, and his Forbidden Dao couldn’t openly control opponents, otherwise, he would be hunted down by the entire world if discovered. Therefore, he urgently needed a tool to disguise it, and this Ancient Fierce Beast was perfect.
“Not bad,” Mo Yifeng smiled, “Of course, I can’t just watch my Junior Brother get beaten to death by some savages in the examination.”
Shen Yucheng suddenly asked, “Why are you keeping my secret?” Even though the other party had a cultivation obsession, he was an Awakener of the Forbidden Dao. Turning him in should bring more benefits. He believed that Mo Yifeng wouldn’t not have thought of this.
He looked into Mo Yifeng’s eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. There were countless words in the other party’s deep eyes.
“What are you talking about–” After a moment, Mo Yifeng said, “That’s the Forbidden Dao, the Puppet Dao that has been extinct in the world. Do you know how rare this is? It’s like you’re taking a dump and suddenly find out that you’re shitting spiritual stones–the following is omitted.”
He didn’t expect that the sword Dao genius would collapse so much when talking about his fetish in private. Shen Yucheng looked at Mo Yifeng, who was becoming more and more excited.
Half an hour later, Mo Yifeng finally calmed down.
Shen Yucheng looked at the map and thought of the rumors about Hanji Mountain. He was only at the third level of Qi refining now. If others knew that he was going there, they would definitely think that he didn’t want to live and was going there to die.
Seeing his expression, a hint of cunning flashed in Mo Yifeng’s eyes, “What’s wrong, are you scared?”
Shen Yucheng was a little hesitant at first, but when he saw Mo Yifeng’s irritating appearance, his eyes turned cold.
He walked out of the room and turned back, “Why aren’t you leaving? Are you scared?”
After saying that, he ignored the other party’s expression and turned around to leave.
Shen Yucheng didn’t know what was wrong with him. He wasn’t usually like this, but he always acted impulsively after seeing that Mo Yifeng kid.
He took a few steps and saw that the person didn’t chase after him, but the distance between them had already exceeded a hundred meters. Just as a trace of doubt arose in his heart, he suddenly heard the sound of a sword breaking through the air above his head. Looking up, he saw Mo Yifeng’s face flushed with a smile, controlling his sword and pulling him into the air.
Shen Yucheng was startled. In a panic, he hugged Mo Yifeng’s waist tightly. A voice that couldn’t hide its laughter came from the front, “I didn’t expect you to be so stubborn, Yucheng-ge, hold on tight!”
Shen Yucheng’s anger surged in his heart, but he couldn’t explode. He could only grit his teeth and hold on tightly to the other party. At this moment, he didn’t know that his impulsive decision would lead to unprecedented challenges in Hanji Mountain.
When they arrived at Hanji Mountain, looking at the steep mountain roads, ice and snow, and biting cold wind, Shen Yucheng realized that this test was not only a test of his cultivation but also a huge challenge to his survival wisdom.