MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Falling Right Into It

Dingxu Sect—

“Surprise attack! We’re under attack!!”

A scream tore through the night sky, waking all the disciples who were still asleep.

The commotion instantly reached the Sect Leader’s hall. A disciple rushed in, his voice trembling, “Sect Leader, should we engage?”

Li Yuan sat behind his desk, still not finished with his official documents. His brow was furrowed so deeply it could almost pinch a fly. He had been burning the midnight oil for several days and was barely holding on, his head buzzing and his temples throbbing.

He waved his hand, his voice weary, “Have the disciples who can still move come forward.”

Just as he finished speaking, the door to the hall was violently pushed open. Li Juemu rushed in, haphazardly throwing a robe over his shoulders, his hair a mess like a bird’s nest. “Brother! We’re under attack outside!”

Li Yuan glanced at him, not bothering to look up, his tone indifferent. “I know, be quiet.” He rubbed his temples and added, “Also, find Mo Yifeng. Where is he at a time like this? He disappears faster than a ghost!”

Li Juemu was taken aback, then nodded and hurried out.

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Moonlight streamed through the cracks in the window, scattering across the Library. Dust motes danced in the faint silvery light. Shen Yucheng had just closed the Library doors from the outside and hadn’t even had a chance to catch his breath when a flying knife suddenly whizzed past his feet, embedding itself in the floor, the blade still trembling slightly.

He shuddered, shrinking back like a startled rabbit behind Mo Yifeng. The next second, a dense rain of more flying knives came at them.

Shen Yucheng hunched his shoulders, burying his face in Mo Yifeng’s back, not even daring to open his eyes. But just as he had hidden himself, he heard a cold, icy command from in front of him: “Get lost.”

Shen Yucheng raised his head, his expression stiffening. He obediently scurried away from behind him and hid behind a small tree.

Then he recalled the way he had acted like a useless person just now and it was truly vivid.

Thinking of Mo Yifeng’s disgusted expression, Shen Yucheng rolled his eyes inwardly.

How did that kid get that look?

Shen Yucheng stole a glance in the direction of the flying knives. The attacks looked terrifyingly fierce, but as long as he used the Puppet Shadow Mirror, these attacks were nothing more than a drizzle.

He looked towards Mo Yifeng. Unfortunately, with this cold-faced grim reaper in front of him, how could he dare expose his abilities?

Pretending to be useless was even harder than fighting, he realized.

Although Mo Yifeng didn’t have any magical treasures in his hand, with the Crimson longsword in hand, all that was left in the flashing of blades was killing.

Shen Yucheng hid in the shadows, his peripheral vision catching several dark figures flashing past the edge of the forest. He didn’t need to specifically sense it; he knew every person within a hundred *li* around him like the back of his hand. However, just now in the Library, his external senses had been completely blocked, which was why he was unaware of what was happening outside.

He had a rough idea in his mind. These people had been lying in ambush for a long time, a whole hundred of them. They really took them for fat sheep.

He glanced at Mo Yifeng, noticing that he was calm and composed, clearly aware of the existence of these dark figures long ago.

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Deep in the forest, several dark figures were hiding, observing.

“Senior brother, why are there only two people here? And they look like ordinary disciples,” one of them whispered.

“But the magical treasure indicated that the spiritual energy here is strongest. There should be thousands of people hiding,” the leading dark figure frowned, then waved his hand. “Never mind, let’s take care of these two first and see if we can force out the others.”

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of figures burst out of the forest. Swords clashed, and a cold light gleamed everywhere. The heavy smell of iron rust instantly filled the air. Miserable screams rose and fell, echoing through the night sky.

Mo Yifeng’s Crimson longsword swept through, dark figures falling one after another, his movements swift and ruthless, not leaving his opponents a single moment to breathe.

Seeing that it was impossible to make any progress against Mo Yifeng, the dark figures changed their strategy. “Go to the other side! That one looks weaker!”

Shen Yucheng almost rolled his eyes when he heard this. These people’s eyesight was terrible. Why didn’t they bother Mo Yifeng, instead of coming to bother him?

Just as he was about to quietly strike a fatal blow, he felt Mo Yifeng’s gaze sweep over. He immediately raised his hands, pretending to be terrified, and shouted, “Don’t come over here!”

Mo Yifeng glanced at him coldly, not bothering to pay attention.

Shen Yucheng cursed to himself that this kid was really cold-blooded, but on the surface, he was still flustered.

Only when the dark figures really got close did he suddenly bend over to dodge a sword. The dagger in his hand quietly slipped out, accurately and ruthlessly slashing across the vital points of several people. Blood splattered everywhere, and the dark figures fell to the ground, unmoving.

His movements were clean and efficient, and his disguise was good enough. On the surface, he deliberately pretended to be disheveled, taking a few attacks appropriately, getting himself injured all over, barely managing to “defeat” the attackers.

When the ground was covered with the corpses of the dark figures, Shen Yucheng once again sighed that pretending to be useless was really more tiring than fighting.

Mo Yifeng wiped the blood off his sword and turned his gaze to Shen Yucheng, who was squatting on the ground, lifting the black figures’ masks, revealing cyan robes. “Sir, look, they’re wearing cyan—”

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Yifeng had already taken a step towards him, the Crimson longsword flashing coldly, directly placed against his neck.

“How did you survive?” His tone was icy.

Shen Yucheng froze, the smile on his face stiffening.

This little beast really has a poisonous tongue!

The Crimson longsword pressed closer, the blade against Shen Yucheng’s neck, the cold metal making his back stiff, red marks quickly appearing. He took a deep breath, suppressing his impatience, forcing a smile on his face.

Mo Yifeng showed no mercy, pressing him, “A group of black-clad men, their cultivation levels were at least in the Golden Core middle stage, and you…” He narrowed his eyes slightly, the tip of the sword moved slightly, “are just an ordinary disciple. How did you avoid such a dense attack and survive?”

Shen Yucheng had long anticipated this question. He had already rolled his eyes inwardly hundreds of times but had to pretend to be innocent, forcing a shy smile on his face, “Sir, you don’t know, but my cultivation is not good, but I’ve been beaten a lot since I was little, so I’m particularly good at taking a beating! Just now, I relied on rolling around randomly to save my life from the chaos.”

After speaking, he even pretended to lower his eyes, his face with a look of melancholy, looking like a pitiful little thing who had suffered all kinds of hardships. If it were anyone else, they would probably have softened their hearts. Unfortunately, the person in front of him was Mo Yifeng.

Shen Yucheng waited for a while, not hearing any response. Feeling something was wrong, he quietly lifted his eyelids to peek, only to meet Mo Yifeng’s gaze.

That look was as if he were looking at some filthy garbage.

Shen Yucheng almost couldn’t help but roll his eyes again.

That look really deserved a beating!

Before he could finish complaining, the collar of his clothes was rudely grabbed, and Shen Yucheng had to stand on tiptoes, like a little chick being lifted up. Mo Yifeng leaned closer, staring coldly into his eyes, “Save your excuses for when you’re exposed. I want to see how long you can pretend.”

The next second, he threw Shen Yucheng back to the ground, not even bothering to look at him, “Seeing your face is annoying, get lost.”

Shen Yucheng rubbed his sore arm, his heart filled with a thousand words, but in the end, he could only hold them back, silently accepting his fate. He patted the dust off his body, feeling that staying with this person for one more second would shorten his life, and scrambled up and ran out of the forest.

Even thinking like that, Shen Yucheng didn’t want to provoke him again. Now that the other party let him go, he had to quickly leave, while thinking about the black-clad people who had not been investigated yet, thinking of finding a chance to come back and check after Mo Yifeng left.

Just as he took a few steps, a familiar loud voice came from the sky, “Brother Mo! You’re here?”

Shen Yucheng staggered, secretly thinking that something was wrong. He turned around to see that it was indeed Li Juemu flying over on his sword, looking at the black-clad men lying scattered on the ground with a surprised expression, “So many attackers, did you deal with them all by yourself, Brother Mo?”

Shen Yucheng felt his scalp tingle and lifted his legs to run, his footsteps so fast he almost left afterimages. All he wanted to do now was to get away from these two, but Mo Yifeng’s voice came again, “There’s also that person over there.”

Shen Yucheng almost stumbled again.

It’s over.

He gritted his teeth and sped up, wishing he had wind under his feet.

Li Juemu was stunned for a moment, then shouted towards Shen Yucheng, “Hey! Don’t run! Yichen—it’s a little dangerous over there, come back quickly!”

Shen Yucheng’s ears twitched, his heart sinking. On the surface, he pretended to be nonchalant, but his footsteps became faster.

How did this Li Juemu remember the name he casually made up, and shout it so loudly!

He thought so, determined to pretend to the end and walk away, pretending not to hear.

Mo Yifeng’s ears twitched, “Yichen?”

Li Juemu thought he was going to ask Shen Yucheng’s name, so he replied, “Yes, when I saw him this morning, I clearly told him to go to the East Pavilion to clean up your room, but I didn’t expect—”

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Yifeng’s figure instantly disappeared from where he was. The next moment, he flashed in front of Shen Yucheng, far away.

Shen Yucheng only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and he was grabbed back like a chick. He looked up to see that it was indeed Mo Yifeng, with that meaningful sneer on his face.

“Your name is Yichen?” Mo Yifeng looked down at him, his voice low and strangely oppressive.

Shen Yucheng felt a chill run down his back, as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar. He secretly cursed in his heart but could only bite the bullet and nod, “…Yes, sir.”

“Who gave you that name?” Mo Yifeng’s eyes were like knives, as if he wanted to cut him open completely.

“My mother gave it to me.” He tried hard to force out a simple smile. In his heart, he said, he couldn’t possibly say that he made it up, could he?

Mo Yifeng stared at him for a moment with a smile that wasn’t really a smile. Shen Yucheng felt uncomfortable being stared at and couldn’t help but lower his head, pretending not to know anything.

Mo Yifeng looked at the top of his lowered head and suddenly leaned closer, his tone playful, “Why, do you seem to be afraid of me?”

The corner of Shen Yucheng’s mouth twitched. He couldn’t help but want to curse.

Afraid of you? Come on, all you’ve done is sneer and refuse to help. Who wouldn’t be afraid?

But on the surface, he still tried to force out a smile, “There’s no such thing, Sword Master. Someone like you, so high above, I’m just intimidated by your aura.”

His words were impeccable. Even he had to admire his own wit. But Mo Yifeng was unmoved, his gaze growing deeper and deeper, as if he wanted to see through him completely. Shen Yucheng was terribly nervous in his heart but still had to pretend to be nonchalant.

“You saw that I am the Sword Master?” Mo Yifeng suddenly asked, his voice low.

At this question, Shen Yucheng was stunned, alarm bells ringing in his head. He almost forgot that Mo Yifeng was disguised at the moment. No one should have recognized his identity.

He’s been exposed!

Li Juemu was also stunned, looking at Shen Yucheng in confusion, “Yes, how did you know?”

The eyes of the two people were fixed on Shen Yucheng, the pressure greatly amplified.

Shen Yucheng’s mind raced. He gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence, “Because… because just now you fought a hundred enemies alone, that swordsmanship was really heavenly! I’m clumsy, I’ve only heard that the most powerful swordsmanship in the world is that of the Sword Master, so I boldly guessed!”

He said it with a sincere face, but in his heart, he already regretted it to the point of liver pain.

Li Juemu was about to say something, but Mo Yifeng suddenly waved his hand, interrupting him. He looked down at Shen Yucheng, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, saying with a smile that wasn’t really a smile, “Your name is Yichen, is it?”

Shen Yucheng felt uncomfortable all over being stared at by that look.

What now?

But he still responded in a low voice, “Yes.”

Mo Yifeng’s voice was mocking, “As a disciple of this sect, how can you be so negligent in your duties? In a little while, go to my room and finish your work.”

Shen Yucheng: “…”

He felt like he had really fallen right into it this time.