MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Wasted Effort

Perhaps due to his widespread fame from the battle with Shi Huan, in the following days, Shen Yucheng was frequently challenged by strangers.

Each time, he could end the battle within a quarter of an hour. The cultivators in the Nascent Soul group were all elites from renowned families; how could they endure such crushing defeats?

In order to break Shen Yucheng’s momentum, his name almost became a daily target for challenges.

In just a few days, his points had already climbed into the top ten.

In reality, it was mainly because those cultivators still hadn’t figured out the aura mechanism of the Azure Scale Beast. Before they could even react, they were already defeated and off the stage.

If Shen Yucheng and the others had faced a real Temporal Scale Beast like that, they wouldn’t have had enough lives.

However, after a few days, the momentum of the challenges showed no signs of weakening, which made Shen Yucheng begin to feel puzzled. Logically speaking, if the challengers were repeatedly defeated, those with self-awareness should have already shifted their targets. For the sake of their own points, they shouldn’t be so persistent.

But the current situation was clearly strange.

“What do you think is going on?” In the stone cave house, Shen Yucheng sat on a wooden chair, tilting his head to ask. Mo Yifeng stood behind him, gently pressing on Shen Yucheng’s temples with his hands, massaging him to relax. This could help Shen Yucheng’s eyes recover, although Shen Yucheng had told him many times not to bother, Mo Yifeng never listened.

Mo Yifeng’s technique was still gentle: “I think, Brother Yucheng’s eyes are the most important.”

Having said that, the movements in his hands changed slightly, the fingertips bringing a tingling sensation that made Shen Yucheng unable to help but tremble slightly, his scalp prickling. He hurriedly moved Mo Yifeng’s hand away: “Stop it.”

Mo Yifeng was slightly dissatisfied, leaned close to his ear, and whispered: “Who’s being naughty? The Immortal Doctor said long ago that your eyes haven’t recovered because you haven’t been resting properly. If Brother Yucheng continues like this, not to mention those challengers, I’ll have to ask the Sect Leader to interrupt the entire Immortal Door Competition.”

Shen Yucheng shrunk his shoulders at his words. From Mo Yifeng’s perspective, he looked like a little chick, trembling slightly. These days, Mo Yifeng had discovered that Shen Yucheng’s head and ears were particularly sensitive. Every time he got close to his ear, Shen Yucheng would tremble involuntarily, which Mo Yifeng found particularly amusing.

“If Brother Yucheng is willing to listen to me more, and not always secretly practice cultivation when he should be resting, then I’ll go investigate what’s going on,” Mo Yifeng finally released Shen Yucheng, who was barely suppressing his tremors.

After nightfall, Mo Yifeng watched Shen Yucheng’s breathing gradually become steady. Two days ago, he had forcibly moved the two of their living supplies into his room under the pretext of “taking care of Shen Yucheng,” even sleeping together at night. At first, Shen Yucheng was extremely unwilling, but Mo Yifeng’s words, “If you don’t want to, then recover your sight quickly, so you don’t have to be at anyone’s mercy,” silenced him.

Mo Yifeng gently blew out the oil lamp, concealing himself in the darkness. Turning around, he came out of the stone cave and walked lightly along a small path. Now, the Dao Companion Contract between him and Shen Yucheng could limit them from being too far apart. As for whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, he couldn’t say.

After walking for a while, sounds came from the path in the distance, particularly clear in the quiet night.

“This is the eighth one today, right?”

“All Foundation Establishment group cultivators,” another voice responded.

“They must all be low-level cultivators, unable to withstand the pressure of the competition, and ran back,”

“But we contacted their sects, and there’s no indication that anyone has sneaked back.”

“How fast can a Foundation Establishment cultivator’s pace be? It’ll probably take dozens of days to reach their sect. Wait and see, there should be news in a few days. Don’t be suspicious.”

“But…”

“Alright, stop talking, go deal with the East Gate matter, the barrier before sunrise hasn’t been set up yet.”

Mo Yifeng stood in the shadows of the trees, thinking about their conversation just now. As a major event in the cultivation world, the Lingfeng Sect had already arranged for barrier masters to closely guard every location. Foundation Establishment cultivators couldn’t easily avoid their eyes and escape the sect.

It was indeed strange.

Thinking like this, Mo Yifeng arrived in front of a large hall. He didn’t knock on the door, but instead, a burst of spiritual pressure descended on the hall. After a moment, the doors of the hall opened automatically, and he walked into the hall, heading straight for a room lit with candlelight.

“A rare guest, so late, aren’t you going back to accompany Junior Brother Yucheng?” Fu Lingxuan was processing documents, not even raising his head as he spoke casually.

Mo Yifeng was too lazy to exchange pleasantries with him and asked directly: “Have many people gone missing these days?”

Hearing this, Fu Lingxuan raised an eyebrow, noticing that he used the word “missing” instead of “escaped.” “Where did you hear that from? You’re not the type to care about such things.”

“Answer me,” Mo Yifeng urged impatiently.

Fu Lingxuan glanced at him and said lightly: “It’s under investigation. The barrier group reported no anomalies, but indeed, those few people’s spiritual energy can’t be detected within the Lingfeng Sect.”

Mo Yifeng was silent for a moment, then asked: “Could there be a problem within the barrier group?”

“We’ve already suspected that. Today, we had all the barrier masters undergo spiritual energy verification, and the results showed that everything was normal. Their spiritual energy completely matches the records.”

Each cultivator’s spiritual energy has unique patterns, which can be used for spiritual energy verification to determine whether the cultivator is the actual person. No matter how good the disguise, they can’t escape this check.

The only thing that could be confirmed currently was that no outside enemies had disguised themselves as barrier masters.

Speaking of this, Fu Lingxuan suddenly looked up at Mo Yifeng, saying: “Don’t worry about these things. Just tell me why you’re looking for me.” He knew Mo Yifeng’s nature very well. This junior brother, besides cultivation, now at most cares about Shen Yucheng, and ignores everything else.

Mo Yifeng didn’t beat around the bush: “Have you heard any rumors about Shen Yucheng recently?”

Fu Lingxuan was stunned, then his eyebrows twitched. He remembered the shameless conversations he had inadvertently overheard in the woods of the Futian Sect a few days ago, and his forehead immediately throbbed with anger. With a wave of spiritual energy in his hand, he directly blasted Mo Yifeng out of the hall, throwing him a hundred miles away: “Get lost! I’ve been busy to death these days, I don’t have time to care about your lovey-dovey stuff!”

Mo Yifeng was innocent: “?” What lovey-dovey stuff?

He was talking about the rumors of Brother Yucheng having more matches.

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The next day, Shen Yucheng had already won three consecutive matches early in the morning. He stood on the arena, listening to the whispers of the cultivators below. After each victory, not only did they not retreat in the slightest, but they excitedly discussed who would challenge him next.

There really was a problem.

These cultivators’ reactions were far too happy, as if challenging him would come with some kind of reward.

Below the stage, Lingyi quietly watched. During the days when Shen Yucheng was injured, she missed the opportunity to compete with him. At this moment, listening to the cultivators’ discussions, she frowned slightly: “Something is indeed not right.”

Nie Yue said in a low voice: “Senior Sister Lingyi, I heard a rumor that Shen Yucheng has lost his sight, and in every match, he doesn’t leave his spirit beast. If you want to defeat him, now is the perfect opportunity to directly seize his points.”

Lingyi raised an eyebrow: “Where did this come from?”

“The cultivators below are all spreading it.”

Lingyi raised her eyes to look at Mo Yifeng, saying lightly: “You heard it too, right?”

Mo Yifeng’s expression darkened. Only he and their Third Senior Brother knew about Shen Yucheng’s blindness from beginning to end. Logically speaking, it shouldn’t have been leaked.

Something must have gone wrong in the middle.

At this moment, the final victory on stage had been determined. Shen Yucheng stood on the back of the Azure Scale Beast, the spirit beast sitting on the ground, panting slightly. Yan Quanye looked at him with a smile: “Won another match, without any effort. Shen Yucheng, how can these Nascent Soul cultivators not even beat you, a Golden Core cultivator?”

However, an unusual cheer came from below the stage: “He won again!”

“Look, the rumors are true! He hasn’t moved a single step throughout the entire match!”

These words reached Shen Yucheng’s ears without missing a single one. No wonder they were so keen to challenge him, even excited about his victory.

In their eyes, he was just a blind man whose spiritual power would inevitably be exhausted. Even if he could win with his spirit beast for a short time, sooner or later, when his spiritual power was exhausted, he would be powerless to fight and become a lamb to the slaughter.

Shen Yucheng gently stroked the scales of the Azure Scale Beast. These days, he had indeed been pushing it a little too hard.

What the cultivators below were waiting for was the day when the Azure Scale Beast was exhausted and could no longer come on stage. At that time, he, a blind cultivator, would be nothing more than a living target in the arena.

Seeing Shen Yucheng’s serious expression, Yan Quanye couldn’t help asking: “What’s wrong? You’re not happy even after winning.”

Shen Yucheng slowly walked off the stage. Mo Yifeng immediately stepped forward to help him, but he gently moved away. Shen Yucheng walked alone, ignoring the surrounding noise.

Mo Yifeng watched Shen Yucheng’s back as he walked through the crowd, filled with mixed feelings.

After another round, Shen Yucheng was once again called to the stage. Mo Yifeng clenched his fists tightly, his eyes following him.

This time, Shen Yucheng’s opponent was a weapon cultivator. He stood on the stage, watching Shen Yucheng slowly walk over, a sneer rising on his face: “Here it comes, here it comes, your spiritual power should be almost exhausted, right?”

Shen Yucheng stopped.

Seeing that he didn’t answer, the weapon cultivator scoffed: “It doesn’t matter if you don’t speak, quickly summon your spirit beast!”

However, after a moment, Shen Yucheng remained motionless. Yan Quanye couldn’t help jumping onto the stage, anxiously saying: “What’s wrong with you? Are you really running out of spiritual power?”

Shen Yucheng ignored everyone’s words, saying directly: “You go first.”

Seeing this, the weapon cultivator laughed even more wantonly, with a sense of victory in his grasp. “You blind man, you’re nothing without your spirit beast! Since you don’t want to live, then I’ll fulfill your wish today!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the weapon cultivator’s entire body glowed with pure blue spiritual light, and dozens of spiritual artifacts and magic treasures instantly floated in the air, arranged in a wall. The power was immense and visible to the naked eye, and the pressure was overwhelming.

Seeing this, Yan Quanye’s legs immediately went weak. Such a large number of magic treasures would be difficult for even a sighted cultivator to escape unscathed, let alone Shen Yucheng at this moment.

“Is he crazy? Shen Yucheng, quickly summon the Azure Scale Beast, or just surrender!” Yan Quanye covered his eyes, not daring to see what was about to happen.

However, Shen Yucheng still stood in place, his expression unchanged. At this moment, everyone could see that he simply couldn’t see the wall of magic treasures in front of him.

The weapon cultivator laughed even more arrogantly, feeling confident of victory. He snapped his fingers, controlling the magic treasures to attack together, shaking the entire arena.

“It’s coming!” Yan Quanye shouted.

However, the expected event did not arrive. The surroundings were strangely quiet, and even the dust and sand stirred up by the magic treasure attacks were not seen rising.

Yan Quanye cautiously opened his eyes, only to see that the wall of magic treasures, dozens of magic treasures were all glowing with a faint golden light.

Yan Quanye’s eyes widened, recognizing what it was.

The golden light gently merged, and all the magic treasures instantly shattered into several pieces, falling to the ground one after another.

The weapon cultivator’s face was pale, staring blankly at his beloved magic artifacts scattered all over the ground, and cried out: “This… how is this possible…”

Shen Yucheng retracted his fingertips, and the golden light returned to his body along with his breath. Only now did the fragments of those magic treasures truly stir up dust.

“Stop wasting your effort. A hundred more of you wouldn’t be enough to exhaust my spiritual power.” Shen Yucheng coldly left these words and turned to leave.

What he said was indeed the truth. Although the Azure Scale Beast was already exhausted, the thickness of the spiritual power in his body, and his destined Spirit Burst physique, could not be solved by one or two of these cultivators.

Trying to defeat him in this way was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.