MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 49

Chapter 49 Chapter 49 So Soft

Chapter 49 Chapter 49 So Soft

Shi Huan stared at the towering Azure Scale Lion before him, his fists clenched and jaw tight. He abruptly summoned his ink-colored longsword, its shadow flying as he launched a fierce attack on the Azure Scale Lion. His swordsmanship was fluid and graceful, each movement elegant and smooth, making the finesse of this swordplay obvious even to a layman.

Swordsmanship can be roughly divided into two schools: one that combines strength and flexibility, like Shi Huan and Mo Yifeng, and another that is straightforward and powerful, like Li Juemu and Nie Yue. When dealing with behemoths like the one before them, the straightforward school has a more overwhelming advantage. Therefore, when Shi Huan initially thought Shen Yucheng’s weapon was only golden silk, he confidently believed victory was within his grasp.

He never expected Shen Yucheng to hide himself so deeply. The appearance of the giant beast completely shook his original arrogance.

Shi Huan’s ink sword struck the Azure Scale Lion, but it was like a dull knife trying to carve an ox, having no effect at all. Instead, the Azure Scale Lion became annoyed by the flying sword, abruptly raising its front paw and stomping down hard. The ink sword was immediately pressed into the ground, the blade unable to move.

The situation took a sharp turn. Originally, it was thought that Shi Huan could easily defeat the injured Shen Yucheng, but unexpectedly, Shen Yucheng possessed overwhelming power.

“What kind of spirit beast is that… How can it be so huge?” The audience members whispered to each other.

“Breed? I’ve never seen such a large spirit beast before.”

Someone who also practiced Beast Taming said suddenly after watching, “That Shen fellow really went all out this time.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“To improve the cultivation of good spirit beasts requires a large amount of high-grade spiritual objects as resources. The higher the breed of the spirit beast, the more particular it is about the spiritual objects it needs, making such spirit beasts naturally difficult to tame.”

Shi Huan looked at the ink sword stomped on the ground by the Azure Scale Lion’s paw, as if it were stomping on his self-esteem. Enraged, he recklessly injected all his spiritual power into the sword. The ink sword’s light greatly intensified, its speed several times faster than before as it shot out, heading straight for the Azure Scale Lion’s heart.

The force of the sword was so fierce that it seemed capable of penetrating any defense.

The ink sword approached the Azure Scale Lion extremely quickly. Just as it was about to pierce its heart, suddenly, the halo around the Azure Scale Lion’s body lit up. The cultivators below the stage were confused, but Li Yuan understood what the Azure Scale Lion was about to do after seeing it, his face darkening.

“When did this guy… learn this trick?” Li Yuan was unwilling to recall the time he turned into a baby.

Mo Yifeng looked at the Azure Scale Lion’s move, and at Shen Yucheng, who was exceptionally graceful on its head, his eyes shining brightly like a little fanboy, cheering for Shen Yucheng.

Although Shen Yucheng couldn’t see, his spiritual power perception was keen. Sensing the change around the Azure Scale Lion, he was surprised that absorbing the Inner Core of the Time Scale Beast allowed it to master even this heaven-defying skill.

The ink sword carried an astonishing sword aura, but as the halo lit up, the next moment, the ink sword returned to Shi Huan’s hand, as if nothing had happened.

Shi Huan was stunned, his hand holding the sword trembling slightly: “This… How is this possible?” He had never heard of a spell in the world that could truly reverse time.

Lingyi, as a talented woman in spells, stared intently at the Azure Scale Lion with shining eyes at this unbelievable scene, unable to hear the outside world.

Shi Huan refused to believe it and waved the ink sword again. This time, he changed the sword path, attacking Shen Yucheng at light speed from a tricky angle. However, just a few meters away from Shen Yucheng, the ink sword, like before, automatically returned to Shi Huan’s hand.

This time, not only Shi Huan but the entire audience gasped. If Shen Yucheng cultivated spells, perhaps everyone could understand that he had mastered some kind of magical time spell, but it was well known that Shen Yucheng was always a weapon cultivator, often using golden silk as a weapon. Now, not only had he summoned a spirit beast, but this spirit beast also possessed the ability to manipulate time, which completely exceeded everyone’s understanding.

Mo Yifeng covered his face, squatted on the ground, his whole body trembling slightly.

Ah… His brother is so charming; what is he going to do?

Shen Yucheng couldn’t hear the exclamations around him, only felt that it was very noisy outside and wanted to quickly end the competition. He gave the Azure Scale Lion instructions: don’t kill Shi Huan, just knock him down.

No matter how Shi Huan counterattacked, he couldn’t harm the Azure Scale Lion. Finally, one second before the end of the quarter of an hour, Shi Huan fell to the ground, unable to fight back.

The turntable rang: [Nascent Soul Group – Shen Yucheng Wins]

The elders watched the competition. In their words, the competition was clean and neat, making people’s hearts surge, wishing they could personally go on stage and try their skills.

Shen Yucheng took back the Azure Scale Lion and coldly dropped a sentence: “As promised, don’t pester Mo Yifeng again.”

He was about to turn around and leave the stage when suddenly something tightly grabbed his ankle. He asked indifferently to the person next to him: “What is this?”

Yan Quanye glanced at it, at a loss for words: “… It’s your opponent who you just knocked down.”

Shen Yucheng’s mind conjured an image of Shi Huan lying on the ground, reaching out and grabbing his ankle, his eyes full of resentment.

Sure enough, Shi Huan was exasperated, raising his head from the ground, his voice hoarse: “Don’t go! Tell me clearly, what are you cultivating…”

“Mainly weapon Dao, Beast Taming is just a side cultivation,” Shen Yucheng said calmly, without any waves. He felt it was time to give himself an identity in front of the public.

After all, identity is something you give yourself.

The audience below discussed one after another: “Oh my god, his side cultivation is already so strong?”

“It’s simply too abnormal…”

Shi Huan was speechless. Shen Yucheng felt the strength on his ankle gradually loosening, and was preparing to leave when the person below said again: “Shen Yucheng, don’t be smug; I will definitely defeat you next time—”

Shen Yucheng listened quietly, but thinking that Shi Huan was lying down below, he bent over to help him up. However, the position of his hand seemed to be a little off, and he touched a piece of soft fur…

Huh? What is this?

Thinking like this, he rubbed it again. The peculiar sensation on his hand made him blurt out, “So soft.”

Mo Yifeng, who was outside the arena, saw this scene, and it seemed as if he wanted to tear the arena to pieces.

Shen Yucheng was stunned for a moment before realizing that his hand was actually on the top of Shi Huan’s head. He immediately retracted his hand and quickly flashed to the side. He thought to himself that with Shi Huan’s young master temperament, he was probably already mad with anger now, so it was best to slip away as soon as possible.

Just then, Shi Huan slowly raised his head, his tone filled with unwillingness: “Next time I defeat you, you… you have to cultivate with me.”

Shen Yucheng: “…”

What did he just hear…

Mo Yifeng below the stage was completely dumbfounded: “???”

Lingyi couldn’t help but laugh out loud, almost bending over with laughter: “I really didn’t expect that, Mo Yifeng, you would have someone steal your corner one day!”

Lingyi smiled so much that her teeth were not visible. When she opened her eyes again, Mo Yifeng had already disappeared: “Huh? Where’s the person? Could it be that he couldn’t accept it and went to commit suicide?”

Li Yuan pointed to the stage: “He went to take revenge on the spot.”

He saw Mo Yifeng instantly appear on the stage, stepping on Shi Huan’s face, then grabbed Shen Yucheng and hugged him tightly, leaving the arena without looking back.

On the way back to Futian Sect, Mo Yifeng remained silent. Shen Yucheng was pulled by his hand, following behind. He always felt that the atmosphere was not right: “What’s… wrong with you?”

Mo Yifeng remained silent.

Yan Quanye secretly laughed to the side: “He’s angry.”

Shen Yucheng was confused: “Why?”

Yan Quanye said irritably: “Use your head and think about it. Just now, Shi Huan said he wanted to cultivate with you…”

“So what?”

Yan Quanye looked at this old antique who was difficult to understand and said bluntly: “What if the other party became a Dao Companion with Mo Yifeng?”

Shen Yucheng seemed to understand. Just as he realized it, Mo Yifeng, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, and Shen Yucheng almost bumped into him, quickly stopping.

“Am I soft?” Mo Yifeng said sullenly.

Shen Yucheng didn’t understand: “What?”

Mo Yifeng’s voice was a little louder: “I’m asking you, is he soft, or am I softer?”

As soon as these words came out, Shen Yucheng was stunned. The sentence “So soft” that he had just blurted out appeared in his mind. He was temporarily at a loss for words, thinking to himself that it wasn’t very good to say that a man was soft.

He remembered the appearance of the uncles in the slums being red-faced and thick-necked when the aunts scolded them as “soft.”

He thought seriously for a moment, feeling that in this situation, he should give the other party a positive answer: “You are not soft.”

Little did he know that after hearing these words, Mo Yifeng’s shoulders began to twitch slightly, turning around. Shen Yucheng was wondering, was he so moved?

Mo Yifeng’s tears fell to the ground one by one, mixed into the dust: “Then… Does Brother Yucheng think… his is better to touch?”

The sound of crying rushed to the top of his head, and Shen Yucheng was shocked, missing a beat. Although he couldn’t see, he could feel Mo Yifeng crying just by hearing the sound. He unconsciously imagined that rain-soaked face, almost making his heart suddenly stop beating.

He quickly pressed his chest and explained eagerly: “No… I didn’t think…”

But he had never made this kind of emotional expression before and didn’t know what to do for a while.

Yan Quanye was eating melon seeds to the side, leaning close to Shen Yucheng’s ear and whispering: “You’re really bad, you don’t even dare to say your own feelings.”

Seeing that he didn’t speak for a long time, Mo Yifeng held back his tears, sniffing his nose, with an expression that was as aggrieved as possible, and turned to leave.

Just as he took a step, his wrist was tightly grabbed.

Shen Yucheng stammered: “Don’t… Don’t cry. Yours… is better to touch.”

These words were almost what Shen Yucheng had said with all his courage, but after he finished speaking, his cheeks were flushed red.

Mo Yifeng did not answer for a long time, which made Shen Yucheng even more nervous, and his heartbeat was about to rush out of his body.

Was… Did he say something wrong again?

As he was anxiously uneasy, Mo Yifeng’s stuffy voice came again: “How good is it to touch?”

Shen Yucheng’s head buzzed, and the whole person fell into chaos, answering incoherently: “It’s… The feel is very good, soft, and a little slippery, very smooth… When hugging… I don’t want to let go…”

As soon as these words were spoken, there was no movement on the other side, and Shen Yucheng instantly felt ashamed.

After a while, Mo Yifeng finally spoke, his tone carrying the helplessness of being coaxed: “Since Brother Yucheng thinks so, then I will let you touch enough after we go back.”

Shen Yucheng hadn’t reacted yet.

At this time, where was the grievance on Mo Yifeng’s face? He was happily smiling. He bent down and carried Shen Yucheng directly, manipulating the flying sword, and flew back to the stone cave quickly, saying in his mouth: “After we go back, I have to check Brother Yucheng’s injuries again.”

Shen Yucheng was carried on his shoulder, unable to move, struggling a few times but unable to break free, he could only keep shouting.

After the two left, a slender figure slowly walked out of the forest. Fu Lingxuan looked in the direction they left, and the words he had just heard, such as “so soft” and “good to touch,” made him ponder. He began to think about whether these two junior brothers really had something wrong.

“What exactly is soft and good to touch, and you have to go back to touch it again?”