MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Mo Yifeng VS Shen Yucheng

Chapter 51: Mo Yifeng VS Shen Yucheng

A commotion rippled through the audience.

“Is he a monster? How many people have gone up against him already, and his spiritual power still isn’t exhausted?”

“It feels like his spiritual power is truly inexhaustible.”

“This is completely different from the rumors… What should we do? Should we challenge him again in the next round?” The cultivators below wore troubled expressions, a stark contrast to their initial eagerness. After Shen Yucheng’s consecutive victories over several days, the crowd began to feel fear, unwilling to pointlessly throw away their points and increase their humiliation.

In the audience stands, people watched with great interest.

“Does the Futian Sect have a genius radar? First Mo Yifeng, and now Shen Yucheng.”

“I heard that Shen Yucheng is only twenty-three this year and just recently embarked on the path of cultivation. If he had been discovered earlier, his achievements probably wouldn’t be inferior to Mo Yifeng’s.”

At that moment, Shen Yucheng secured another victory on the stage. Having been blind for many days, his other four senses had undergone astonishing enhancement, almost any disturbance escaped his perception.

He couldn’t help but recall Mo Yifeng’s previous concerns. At that time, Mo Yifeng, seeing that his eye ailment was not healing for a long time, forcibly took him to see a doctor. After examining him, the Immortal Doctor said, “Your spiritual meridians have indeed recovered, but I’ve discovered that your spiritual source and spiritual outlet are mismatched.”

“What does that mean?” Mo Yifeng asked anxiously.

The Immortal Doctor narrowed his eyes again and carefully examined Shen Yucheng’s spiritual roots: “It’s like a river. If there’s no water at the river mouth, the problem is most likely that there’s a lack of water upstream, or there hasn’t been rain recently. But looking at your spiritual meridians, I see not only that they are not dry, but that they are practically bottomless.”

Shen Yucheng was thoughtful: “So the problem lies in the spiritual power outlet?”

“That should be the case. The water source is correct, it’s just that there’s a problem with the outlet.”

Mo Yifeng frowned: “What does this have to do with the eyes?”

The Immortal Doctor pointed to Shen Yucheng’s eyes and explained, “He became blind because of excessive mobilization of spiritual power, which caused the spiritual power to lash out. Now the situation is the opposite. The spiritual power cannot reach the eyes. Over the long term, they will not be able to heal.”

“In simple terms—” The Immortal Doctor raised a finger and pointed it at Mo Yifeng: “You’re protecting him too well, hindering his recovery.”

Upon hearing this, Mo Yifeng felt like he had been struck on the head and was left speechless.

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At that moment, the roulette wheel spun rapidly, selecting the next competitor from the few remaining names. Since the start of the Immortal Sect Tournament, half a month had passed, and Shen Yucheng’s name had yet to be drawn. It was as if he were participating in a revenge convention for his enemies, being called up to the stage day after day.

The pointer gradually came to a stop, slowly pointing to Shen Yucheng’s name.

Now, Shen Yucheng’s name was no longer as unknown as it once was. Like Mo Yifeng in the past, after several exciting matches, his reputation had resonated throughout the cultivation world. When people saw his name, their hearts couldn’t help but tremble.

Lingyi clenched her fists. If Shen Yucheng was drawn, it meant she would have another chance to compete with him.

However, the pointer lightly brushed past Shen Yucheng’s name, ultimately missing it. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief, feeling that if Shen Yucheng were drawn at that moment, a terrible consequence would await them.

“Pfft—” A soft sound came, and Nie Yue turned her head in surprise and exclaimed, “Senior Sister Lingyi! Why are you kneeling on the ground?”

Lingyi stared blankly, her eyes fixed on Shen Yucheng’s name on the roulette wheel, unmoving.

The name drawn on the roulette wheel was displayed in bold:

[New Round of Competitors for the Nascent Soul Group: Mo Yifeng. Opponent can now be designated.]

Mo Yifeng once again became the focus of everyone’s attention. He walked with steady steps, his expression cold and stern, without the slightest hint of emotion. Under the gaze of the crowd, he walked onto the stage and looked down at the masses below.

Fu Lingxuan raised his eyes to look: “Has this unlucky guy finally been drawn? He’s improved a lot compared to last year.”

Li Yuan sneered: “Last year, you two were the last to take the stage. Did you feed your Futian Sect’s luck to the dogs?”

“Brother!” At that moment, a familiar voice accompanied by hurried footsteps came.

Li Yuan turned around to look: “You’re out? What are you doing here?”

Li Juemu hurried over, rebutting: “That’s not it. We took advantage of the break to come and see, and we happened to see Brother Mo being drawn.”

Shi Wen also followed behind, asking, “Senior Brother Mo has already taken the stage?”

Li Yuan pointed to the stage, and the two followed his gaze.

Li Juemu asked in confusion: “Why isn’t Brother Mo pointing? The Nascent Soul group can choose their own opponent, right?”

A moment passed, and Mo Yifeng still didn’t move, as if he had been acupunctured. People couldn’t help but guess what he was planning in his mind.

Shi Wen also opened his mouth to ask, “Where’s Yucheng? If Senior Brother Mo takes the stage, they should be looking forward to fighting each other.”

Li Yuan glanced at Shi Wen, thinking in his heart that if his younger brother had half his cleverness, that would be good. He said lightly: “Shen Yucheng is injured. To be precise, he’s blind.”

This matter had already caused a stir in the Nascent Soul group and was no longer a secret. Li Juemu and Shi Wen were clearly focused on the Golden Core group’s competition and knew nothing about this.

Upon hearing this, both Li Juemu and Shi Wen revealed shocked expressions, as if they were trying to digest this startling news.

At this time, a burst of exclamation suddenly erupted from the crowd of cultivators. The crowd automatically parted, making way for a small path. A person walked steadily towards the stage. Shi Wen saw that familiar figure. Shen Yucheng was blind, but his steps were firmer than anyone else’s.

A hint of understanding flashed in Shi Wen’s eyes, and he muttered to himself softly: “I understand why Senior Brother Mo isn’t pointing.”

Li Juemu was stunned and asked: “Why?”

“Look.” Shi Wen raised his hand and pointed towards the stage. Following his guidance, Li Juemu saw Shen Yucheng standing offstage. Although Shen Yucheng couldn’t see, he still looked up directly in Mo Yifeng’s direction. Their gazes intertwined, and there was no escape.

Li Juemu frowned and narrowed his eyes: “What does this mean?”

Mo Yifeng’s fists tightened slightly. He was not surprised by Shen Yucheng’s actions, but had expected this scene. However, it was precisely because of this that he did not dare to name him as an opponent.

Just as the crowd was whispering among themselves, Shen Yucheng’s clear voice suddenly cut through all the noise: “Come on.”

His tone was calm but left no room for doubt, like a dazzling pearl in the vast sea of people, forcibly breaking into Mo Yifeng’s world, forcing him to choose only Shen Yucheng, to only place his gaze on him. Other options no longer existed, but pretended to give him the most freedom of choice.

On the surface, it seemed that he had given Mo Yifeng room to choose, but in reality, Shen Yucheng’s gaze seemed to say: As long as Mo Yifeng dared to choose someone else, he would stand guard in front of the stage until every opponent stepped over his corpse.

Mo Yifeng looked at the eyes below the stage that had lost their light but were still intimidating, and his heart ached.

Truly cruel, Shen Yucheng.

Shi Wen looked at the silent confrontation between the two and suddenly smiled: “I’m really impressed by them.”

Li Yuan raised his eyebrows. It was the first time he had seen Mo Yifeng so suppressed in the opponent selection stage.

Li Juemu was full of confusion, so anxious that he seemed to be itching: “What are you laughing at? Tell me!”

Suddenly, the roulette wheel announced:

[New Round of Competition in the Nascent Soul Group: Mo Yifeng vs. Shen Yucheng]

As soon as the announcement was made, the audience instantly erupted. A duel between two geniuses from the same sect, one a rising star in the cultivation world, and the other this year’s dark horse. This match was full of infinite possibilities and could not fail to be anticipated.

“No way, are those two going to fight? Is there some kind of inside story here? Aren’t they on good terms?”

“Shen Yucheng is indeed good, but in the end, Mo Yifeng is still stronger, right? He’s an expert in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm, while Shen Yucheng has just started and may not even have reached the Nascent Soul realm.”

“I think Shen Yucheng’s explosive power shouldn’t be underestimated. It’s really hard to say who will win.”

Li Juemu was extremely excited, his eyes shining brightly: “Brother Mo and Brother Shen are going to fight? Great, this is going to be a good show!”

Shi Wen couldn’t help but feel anticipation as well. After all, both of them were people he respected, and he himself was working hard to catch up with Shen Yucheng’s pace.

Li Yuan chuckled and poked the usually unpleasant Fu Lingxuan with his elbow: “Your two junior brothers are going to fight, Second Senior Brother. Which side are you supporting?”

Fu Lingxuan looked coldly: “It’s best if they both suffer heavy losses, preferably no one comes back, so that I can manage the Futian Sect more easily.”

Li Yuan saw through his facade: “Don’t pretend. You ran back to Futian Peak every day to see them during the days when Shen Yucheng was injured, and you didn’t return to the dormitory for several nights—” Before he could finish speaking, a magic circle suddenly appeared beneath his feet, and he was unable to make a sound, staring at Fu Lingxuan in surprise.

Fu Lingxuan pretended that it wasn’t his doing.

At this time, Lingyi also came to their side, her face full of unwillingness.

Fu Lingxuan glanced at her: “Haven’t given up yet?”

Lingyi stared at the two people on the stage: “Of course.” As long as there was an opportunity, she would have a serious fight with Shen Yucheng.

The horn sounded, and the entire venue instantly fell silent. At this moment, a voice suddenly broke the silence—

“Shen Yucheng! Dual Cultivation!” Shi Huan shouted loudly. He didn’t often come to watch the matches due to his loss in the competition, but this time he rushed over because he heard that Mo Yifeng was going to compete with Shen Yucheng.

After shouting, he was about to find a good spot to watch the battle.

“Shi Huan?” A voice came from not far away.

Shi Huan was stunned and turned around stiffly, seeing Shi Wen standing in the crowd, his gaze scrutinizing.

Shi Huan’s back instantly went cold: “Brother?”

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Shen Yucheng walked slowly onto the stage, his steps as free as if the rumored blindness was a mere illusion. At this moment, all that remained in his ears was Yan Quanye’s uncontrolled cries:

“It’s over, it’s over! This time, we’re really doomed! It had to be Mo Yifeng! What were you thinking? Why would you choose to compete with him? It’s not like you don’t know what your situation is now!”

Shen Yucheng turned a deaf ear and walked straight to Mo Yifeng, reaching out his hand, his tone icy: “If you dare to hold back, then prepare to die.”

Unexpectedly, Shen Yucheng’s tone was so fiery. Mo Yifeng swallowed and revealed a wry smile: “Yucheng-ge, do we really have to shake hands? You’re not really planning to use that move, are you?”

Only he knew that Shen Yucheng’s Puppet Dao had never been used in a competition, mainly because it was a forbidden art and difficult to publicly display.

“What? Are you scared?” Shen Yucheng raised an enchanting smile, which, combined with his dim eyes, was especially bewitching.

Mo Yifeng’s heart itched as he looked at him. He couldn’t help but laugh, grabbing Shen Yucheng’s hand in turn and squeezing it hard: “We’re Dao Companions, what’s there to be afraid of?”

He remembered that the Dao Companion Contract explicitly restricted Puppet Masters from controlling their Dao Companions.

Shen Yucheng raised an eyebrow lightly, his tone indifferent: “Don’t worry, I don’t need to use that kind of method to deal with you.”

Mo Yifeng’s heartbeat sped up uncontrollably. He suddenly realized that he was already deeply trapped in Shen Yucheng’s charm, and even without the Puppet Dao, he couldn’t extricate himself. He moved closer, lowered his voice, his tone carrying an indescribable emotion: “Has anyone ever told you that you’re really good at driving people crazy?”

Shen Yucheng slowly approached, the distance between them so close that they could almost feel each other’s heartbeats. Shen Yucheng’s lips curved slightly, and he whispered with a smile: “You’re the first.”