MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 39
by VolareChapter 39 Officially Begins
Thanks to his roommate’s intervention, Mo Yifeng narrowly escaped a disaster, avoiding meeting his end under his own junior brother’s sharp, knife-like golden threads on the first day of the Immortal Sect Competition.
Shen Yucheng looked at the black-robed man before him, vaguely remembering him as the cultivator who had elicited a faint silver light on the Appraisal Stone that day, maintaining a low profile. What impressed him, however, was the familiar aura emanating from the man, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
After entering the room, the black-robed man slowly removed his outer robe, his voice as gentle and smooth as jade: “Greetings, everyone, I am Bai Guchen.”
Before his words could fade, another voice impatiently cut in: “This young master is Shi Huan! You should know who I am, right?”
The air instantly froze, leaving only the sound of falling stone chips from the cracks in the wall. Mo Yifeng busily straightened his tattered collar, sidling up to Shen Yucheng, pleading: “Yucheng-ge, are you still angry?”
Shen Yucheng replied impatiently: “No.”
Mo Yifeng looked aggrieved: “See, you’re obviously still angry.”
Shen Yucheng frowned: “Go away, don’t get so close.”
“I won’t, not until Yucheng-ge isn’t angry with me anymore.”
The two of them bickered back and forth, Bai Guchen stood quietly to the side, his gaze seemingly casual, yet consistently ignoring Shi Huan’s presence. At this moment, Shi Huan, standing aside, seeing himself, a dignified living person, being treated like air in front of these two, his anger instantly ignited, the hilt of the sword at his waist trembling slightly, the blade drawn out an inch, a cold light shimmering.
Just as Shen Yucheng pushed Mo Yifeng away for the tenth time, and the latter once again rushed at him, seemingly courting death, Shi Huan’s brow twitched, his anger finally unbearable, and he suddenly drew his sword, thrusting it straight at the two of them.
However, in that instant, he caught sight of the crimson-gold sword at Mo Yifeng’s waist, and the thought of taking action instantly vanished. He tossed his natal sword aside, walked forward, and stared unblinkingly at Mo Yifeng.
Mo Yifeng was focused on Shen Yucheng, completely unaware of Shi Huan’s approach. It wasn’t until Shi Huan stood before him that he spoke: “You’re the Lingfeng Sect’s Futian Feng’s third disciple, the youngest Nascent Soul swordsman, Mo Yifeng?”
Upon hearing this, Mo Yifeng’s movements stopped, and Shen Yucheng finally noticed the youth standing before him.
Mo Yifeng coldly glanced at Shi Huan, his eyes devoid of the gentleness and teasing he had shown Shen Yucheng earlier, his tone as indifferent as frost: “What is it?”
A look of joy flashed in Shi Huan’s eyes, and he confidently said: “I’m missing a strong Dao Companion, so, let’s cultivate together.”
With those words, the atmosphere in the room froze once more. Mo Yifeng’s gaze swept over Shi Huan, finally landing on the young man who only reached his shoulder, that self-assured face, his eyes dismissive.
Shen Yucheng’s eyelids twitched: “…” This world has finally gone mad.
Bai Guchen stood to the side, watching.
Mo Yifeng looked down at him, without hesitation: “No.”
Shi Huan’s smile instantly froze, completely unprepared for such a blunt rejection, his expression extremely ugly: “Do you know who I am?!”
“Who cares?” Mo Yifeng didn’t even bother to look at him.
Having said that, he shifted his gaze back to Shen Yucheng, his hand still firmly gripping his junior brother, as if this was the only thing that interested him.
Shi Huan had never encountered such a person, such a sense of humiliation of being completely ignored. His words stuck in his throat, and he was as agitated as an ant on a hot pan.
“Why?” He glared at Mo Yifeng, then his gaze fell on Shen Yucheng, who was being tightly held by Mo Yifeng. With that glance, he suddenly noticed something was wrong. Mo Yifeng’s eyes were practically glued to Shen Yucheng, never leaving him.
Was it him?
Shen Yucheng was tightly locked in Mo Yifeng’s embrace, struggling with difficulty, and when he met Shi Huan’s intensely hostile gaze, a premonition of unease arose in his heart.
Sure enough, Shi Huan suddenly turned to him, his tone provocative: “What’s your name? What family are you from? What’s your cultivation level? And which Dao do you cultivate?”
He fired off a series of questions, aggressively pressing for answers.
But Shen Yucheng coldly looked at him, without any response.
Seeing this, Shi Huan snorted coldly: “What’s wrong, don’t dare to answer?”
Bai Guchen quietly observed from the side, a faint smile curving his lips, seemingly enjoying the farce before him.
In the end, the farce concluded with Bai Guchen stepping in to mediate. Shen Yucheng never responded to Shi Huan’s questions. Afterwards, when Bai Guchen inquired, Shen Yucheng said it was because Shi Huan’s attitude was too poor and he didn’t want to answer.
The next morning, Shen Yucheng groggily climbed out of bed, and as expected, the room was empty. Usually, at Futian Feng, he always slept until the sun was high in the sky before getting up, so today was considered early. Fortunately, the Immortal Sect Competition was held at noon, so he tidied himself up and walked out of the room.
He hadn’t walked far when he heard a voice, tinged with impatience.
“Why don’t you want to cultivate with me? We’re both swordsmen, cultivating together would be twice the result with half the effort.”
“Hey, say something!”
“Ah—almost stabbed me!”
Shen Yucheng raised an eyebrow, followed the sound, and from afar, he saw Mo Yifeng wearing his inner robes, holding his Crimson Sword, diligently practicing his swordsmanship, sweat soaking half of his clothes. Shi Huan, on the other hand, was constantly shouting, his voice carrying a hint of agitation. The two stood extremely close, Shi Huan’s words never ceasing.
Shen Yucheng stood behind the bushes, quietly watching this scene.
Shi Huan continued: “Is it because of him, Shen Yucheng?”
As soon as the words fell, Mo Yifeng’s swordsmanship faltered, and Shen Yucheng also froze.
“I’ve looked into him,” Shi Huan said to himself, disdainfully, “Half a year ago, he was just a menial worker, who knows what dog shit luck he had to step onto the path of immortality and climb up to Futian Feng. What’s worth cherishing about someone like that? Although I couldn’t find out what Dao he cultivates, since that’s the case, it must be an obscure and unknown path.”
Hearing this, Shen Yucheng sneered inwardly. Shi Huan had indeed guessed correctly, the Dao he cultivated was indeed an obscure one, except that this Dao happened to be a Forbidden Dao in the cultivation world.
Shi Huan was rambling on, but Mo Yifeng had already sheathed his natal sword. He turned around, coldly saying: “Have you said enough?”
Shen Yucheng was shocked. This was the first time he had heard Mo Yifeng speak in such a tone. Whether it was when they first met or in the days since, Mo Yifeng had never been so cold to him. He suddenly wanted to see what Mo Yifeng’s expression looked like at this moment.
At this moment, a dark shadow loomed over his head, followed by that familiar voice: “Yucheng-ge, how long are you going to stand there?”
Shen Yucheng was stunned. Mo Yifeng had already grabbed his hand, forcibly leading him out of the bushes.
He looked back, Shi Huan standing there, glaring fiercely at him.
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At noon, the Immortal Sect Competition was held as scheduled.
Shen Yucheng and Mo Yifeng arrived at the martial arts arena together. The cultivators had already gathered here, each looking excited and eager, all hoping to make a name for themselves here. After all, the Immortal Sect Competition was related to the fate of the entire cultivation world. To stand out here would allow one to easily receive high-paying tasks.
When Mo Yifeng appeared before the Nascent Soul cultivators, the originally lively atmosphere instantly turned solemn. The crowd occasionally glanced at him, as if wary of some primeval beast.
Shen Yucheng walked beside Mo Yifeng, also feeling this pressure. He felt that he shouldn’t have participated in this competition from the start.
But then he thought, he could deliberately lose, so that he could easily get through this competition. Anyway, he didn’t need any fame.
At this time, he heard the cultivators next to him talking quietly, not only staring at Mo Yifeng, but also mentioning his name.
“That’s him, Shen Yucheng. I heard that he only stepped onto the path of immortality less than half a year ago, and he’s so arrogant as to participate in our Nascent Soul group.”
“That’s what I want. I’ll pick him by name later and score easily.”
These words were conveyed to Shen Yucheng’s ears without reservation.
At the same time, the competition was about to begin. Shen Yucheng looked up and saw that the Sect Leader was already standing on the stage at some point.
“Welcome cultivators from all over the world, who have come to Lingfeng Sect to participate in this year’s Immortal Sect Competition. This year, as usual, we have prepared generous prizes for each group.”
As soon as the Sect Leader finished speaking, Shen Yucheng originally thought that the crowd would be in an uproar, but he didn’t expect the reaction in the arena to be strangely bizarre.
“Hopefully it’s not what he wants.”
“Oh God, it must not be something that monster has his eye on!”
Some people kept praying in a low voice, as if begging for divine protection: “Please, it must be something that Futian Feng disciples are not interested in.”
Futian Feng disciples?
Shen Yucheng was puzzled and asked Mo Yifeng in a low voice: “Hey, what was the prize last year?”
He turned his head and found that Mo Yifeng was standing far away from him.
“Just an interesting sword sheath,” Mo Yifeng replied faintly.
Shen Yucheng frowned, his doubts growing even greater. Mo Yifeng’s unusual behavior made him feel even more uneasy, as if something was being hidden from him.
The next second, the Sect Leader announced with a smile: “This year’s prize for the Nascent Soul group is provided by Futian Feng – the Puppet Shadow Mirror.”
As the Sect Leader’s voice fell, a flash of white light appeared in his hand, and a borderless transparent round mirror floated in the air, like a calm pool of water, emitting an extraordinary aura.
Shen Yucheng’s whole body suddenly stiffened, his eyes staring intently at the mirror.
Since stepping onto the path of immortality, Shen Yucheng knew that his strength was mediocre, and his wealth was even more lacking. However, in the cultivation world, magic weapons were standard equipment for every cultivator. When he was looking for a suitable magic weapon for himself, he fell in love with this Puppet Shadow Mirror at first sight.
“This mirror is a type of spatial magic weapon. As long as things are illuminated by it, the holder can cast spells remotely, silently attacking the target. In addition, the mirror can also enhance the function of synchronized magic weapons. Once bound, it can assimilate all the holder’s magic weapons. For example, if a cultivator has both a blade and a healing magic weapon, the blade can also be healed after being strengthened by this mirror, and the healing magic weapon can attack, achieving a multi-purpose effect.”
Shen Yucheng was initially attracted to the unique function of this mirror. However, the Puppet Shadow Mirror was not popular in the market, because the power of the assimilated magic weapon was often inferior to the main body, and the price was expensive, so the cost performance was not high, so it was not widely known.
However, upon hearing about this, some cultivators were still tempted.
Shen Yucheng watched the Sect Leader take back the mirror, his brows furrowed. How could it be such a coincidence that the Puppet Shadow Mirror he wanted appeared here?
A picture suddenly flashed through his mind. A few days ago, his room was turned upside down, and Mo Yifeng happened to walk out of his room. At that time, he found that the Puppet Shadow Mirror information on the table was missing, and he thought he had accidentally lost it.
Thinking of this, Shen Yucheng suddenly looked up, his gaze shooting towards Mo Yifeng. The other party was standing even further away than before. Wasn’t this an admission without being forced?
Before he could ask, Mo Yifeng had already smiled at him from afar: “Yucheng-ge, see you in the finals. Otherwise, the Puppet Shadow Mirror will be mine.”
Shen Yucheng’s veins bulged, and he laughed angrily. He was sure that Mo Yifeng deliberately used the Puppet Shadow Mirror to force him to participate.
He wouldn’t be fooled——
“You wait.” Shen Yucheng replied coldly, his tone full of determination.
Won’t be fooled? — Yeah right.
This was the magic weapon he had dreamed of, how could he miss it so easily? He would never refuse a good thing that would double the results with half the effort.
The Sect Leader swept his gaze over the disciples below, his eyes inadvertently falling on Shen Yucheng and Mo Yifeng. Seeing that the two of them were ready to go, he couldn’t help but feel gratified. This year, Lingfeng Sect’s ranking was expected to shine brightly.
He announced loudly: “The Immortal Sect Competition, officially begins!”
Shen Yucheng looked up at the competition turntable that was slowly spinning in the high sky. The Nascent Soul group always used this turntable to determine the lucky one in the first competition. As the speed of the turntable increased, the cultivators on the field held their breath, their eyes fixed on the rapidly spinning pointer.
After a moment, the turntable suddenly stopped, and the pointer pointed to a name. A low exclamation suddenly sounded around, and several acquaintances gasped in cold air.
“It’s him…”
“I don’t want to fight him, I’ll definitely be seriously injured.”
Shen Yucheng frowned slightly, and followed the crowd’s gaze, only to see a tall man slowly walking out of the group of disciples, eight feet tall, with steady steps and a imposing manner. Every step he took, the surrounding air trembled.
Shen Yucheng looked up in awe.
What exactly did he eat to grow so big…
“It’s a cultivation method,” Mo Yifeng said lightly, his eyes fixed on the man. Shen Yucheng noticed that he was quite interested in this man’s peculiar body.
The tall man stepped onto the competition stage, stood still, and with a sneer on his face, he coldly scanned the audience, suddenly pointing his finger directly at the stage, in the direction where Shen Yucheng was.
The crowd’s sight moved with it, instantly focusing on Shen Yucheng.
Lingyi and Li Yuan, who were standing not far away, were also staring at this scene, holding their breath and not daring to blink.
The tall man’s voice was like a bell, and he said proudly: “The only one who is qualified to fight me is you – the talented disciple of Futian Feng, Mo Yifeng!”