MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 70

Chapter 70: Stalker

Chapter 70: Stalker

In the back alley of the Liu family, a white-robed figure fluttered gently in the wind, the left sleeve swaying silently. He looked down at the scene inside the main hall, watching the family head’s spirit nearly leave his body from a small note. His face was as pale as paper, with golden spiritual light flickering faintly at the back of his neck.

“Worthless, doesn’t even realize he’s been played.”

As soon as the words fell, a breeze blew, and the white figure vanished without a trace. The next moment, he flashed into a room, paused briefly, and then flicked his sleeve and left.

No one knew what he had done inside.

Soon, hurried footsteps echoed in the main hall. The family head, covered in cold sweat, rushed towards the room where the white-robed man had been, his voice trembling as he shouted, “Son… son!”

The servants exchanged puzzled glances, not understanding what had happened. They only knew that the family head had become like this after reading the note.

A moment later, a bloodcurdling scream resounded throughout the Liu family. According to residents on the outer streets, everyone within a hundred miles could hear that desperate roar that day.

Later, people learned that the family head’s son had suddenly died that day.

However, Shen Yucheng only heard about these events long after returning to the Dingxu Sect.

At this moment, he had more important matters to attend to.

“So, the Liu family head’s son was in such a state. No wonder he was willing to take the risk and attack our Li family.” Li Yuan sat in the main hall. “Thank you all for your efforts.”

Mo Yifeng stood up unceremoniously, “The matter is resolved, so I’ll return to the Lingfeng Sect first.”

Li Juemu was a little reluctant, “So soon? Won’t you stay a few more days? Brother Mo has been here for so long, and I haven’t had a chance to properly entertain you.”

Li Yuan nodded slightly, tacitly approving his younger brother’s suggestion.

However, Mo Yifeng had already reached the door, saying without turning his head, “No, I have more important matters to deal with.” With that, he disappeared, leaving the door wide open, leaving the two brothers staring at each other.

Li Yuan pondered for a moment, then asked, “Never mind, don’t worry about him. By the way, where is Shen Yucheng? He also contributed a lot to the Liu family matter. Why haven’t I seen him?”

Li Juemu took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, hesitating, “I went to his residence, but only found this.”

Li Yuan opened it in confusion.

[This disciple has urgent matters at home and needs to leave immediately. I apologize for not being able to inform the Sect Leader in person. I will return after I have dealt with the matter. Please forgive me.]

He frowned, “This handwriting… why does it look so familiar?”

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East Pavilion Guest Room—

Surrounded by mountains and water, quiet and silent. Suddenly, a burst of rapid knocking broke the tranquility of the night.

Mo Yifeng stepped onto the long corridor, leisurely returning to his guest room, pushing the door open and entering. After opening the door, the scene inside the room made him pause for a moment, then he gently closed the door.

As the door closed, a muffled groan and roar overlapped.

The room was in a mess, the wooden bed was overturned, the coffee table and chairs were scattered everywhere, and the walls were covered with deep scratches, making one wonder what had happened in the room.

Mo Yifeng stood upright, his eyes slightly lowered, watching the person on the ground who was tied up and unable to move with great interest. The other person’s mouth was stuffed with a cloth, and they could only make muffled “wuwu” sounds. Their eyes were red with anger and struggle, and tears seeped out uncontrollably.

He glared fiercely at Mo Yifeng, his gaze so vicious that it seemed if he didn’t have a ball of paper in his mouth, he would rush forward and bite Mo Yifeng’s neck off.

Mo Yifeng admired his “masterpiece”, a smile appearing on his lips. He slowly squatted down, his tone teasing: “Yucheng, you wrote a note to leave so quickly, where are you planning to go?”

Shen Yucheng twisted on the ground, struggling like a tied-up fish.

Mo Yifeng looked at the ferocity in his eyes, his smile deepening: “If I hadn’t come looking for you, you would probably have run off to who knows where by now, right?” He grabbed Shen Yucheng’s chin and leaned in, “I haven’t figured out your cultivation level or what Dao you’re cultivating. I won’t let you run.”

Shen Yucheng had originally planned to leave a note immediately after returning to the Dingxu Sect, disappearing from the world’s view once again. But he hadn’t expected…

He glared at Mo Yifeng.

This person had actually blocked him in front of the sect gate before he could even take the first step, and even tied him up and threw him into this guest room without any explanation before turning around and leaving.

Shen Yucheng was in a flurry of thoughts, thinking about what to say to explain himself, but just as he was about to open his mouth, the cloth ball was forcibly stuffed back in.

Mo Yifeng carried him up with one hand, his tone indifferent: “Enough, I don’t want to hear your nonsense. Let’s go back to the Lingfeng Sect.”

Shen Yucheng: “!!” How could this person be so unreasonable?!

No matter how much he struggled, Mo Yifeng ignored him and flew away on his sword.

In the past ten years, Mo Yifeng’s kidnapping skills seemed to have improved a lot. When flying with someone, his speed didn’t decrease at all, and the strong wind made Shen Yucheng stunned.

Before long, he could feel the unique barrier aura of the Lingfeng Sect.

This was a place he hadn’t dared to face for many years.

He couldn’t imagine how the sect would view him after his unannounced departure all those years ago.

What would the elders think?

Would Shizun be disappointed in him after coming out of seclusion?

How was Fu Lingxuan doing?

And Mo Yifeng’s changes…

As his thoughts were in a mess, the surrounding wind gradually stopped, and he was put down.

Mo Yifeng walked ahead without looking back, “Follow me.”

Shen Yucheng looked around and found himself in an unfamiliar place. The surrounding trees were deep and the air was biting cold. This was a place he had never seen in Futian Sect before.

He frowned: “Where is this?”

“You don’t need to know.” Mo Yifeng didn’t turn his head.

Shen Yucheng secretly clenched his fists, thinking that he was really cautious. But he didn’t have time to worry about these things. The most important thing right now was to find out the secrets Mo Yifeng had been hiding all these years.

The Qi Diagram in his palm glowed slightly, and Yan Quanye appeared, arms crossed and impatient: “What’s up? What do you want me for? If you want me to be a coward with you, then I’m not interested.”

Shen Yucheng moved his mind and conveyed his thoughts to him.

Yan Quanye frowned, glanced at him, and flew away unhappily.

Shen Yucheng had just slowed down, preparing to follow, when he suddenly met a sharp gaze–

Mo Yifeng had stopped and was staring at him, his eyes cold.

Shen Yucheng’s heart tightened, and cold sweat instantly broke out.

“What are you doing standing there?”

Shen Yucheng quickly caught up, covering up by saying casually, “I just tripped over a tree root.”

Mo Yifeng only looked at him deeply, without saying a word, turned around and continued forward.

Shen Yucheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, then looked ahead and realized that they had arrived at a huge black door. The door was as dark as ink, made of unknown material, and the natural sense of oppression alone showed that it was extraordinary.

Mo Yifeng gently raised his palm, and spiritual power pushed the black door open. Behind the door was dark and deep, like an abyss devouring all light. Mo Yifeng took the first step, Shen Yucheng hesitated for a moment, but still braced himself and followed.

As soon as he stepped in, he knew that the chill he had felt in the forest had been seeping out from here. The cold here was not just simple low temperature, but an icy cold that penetrated the bone marrow.

It was pitch black here, and Shen Yucheng could only walk forward by instinct. After walking for an unknown amount of time, his eyes gradually adjusted to the environment, and he vaguely saw some outlines around him.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye caught something–

His heart suddenly constricted and beat violently.

No way…

What was that just now… was…

Shen Yucheng’s mind was stuck with tons of mud, and his thinking became extremely slow.

Was what he saw just now real?

He wasn’t sure and subconsciously wanted to turn his head and take another look.

“Hey.”

A low voice suddenly drilled into his ears. Before he could react, a hand had reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at Mo Yifeng. “If you want to live here, I advise you not to look around.”

Shen Yucheng’s eyes widened slightly as he met those deep eyes, his heart tightening. After a moment of silence, he nodded reluctantly.

Seeing this, Mo Yifeng released him, but quickened his pace, obviously not wanting him to pry into more of the secrets here.

But Shen Yucheng’s character has never been one to “not look if he’s told not to”. Mo Yifeng still underestimated his cultivation–

A small amount of golden silk quietly emerged. They could be used as Shen Yucheng’s different eyes to explore the surroundings for him. As long as he controlled it properly and didn’t let the spiritual power leak out too much, Mo Yifeng wouldn’t notice.

As his vision gradually cleared, he finally saw the scene inside this dark room–

Shen Yucheng didn’t stop walking, but his hand clenched into a fist unconsciously.

This place was actually filled with cages, and inside… were all people.

Those people were skin and bones, their eyes were dull, huddled in the corner of the cage, like dead things drained of life. What was even more terrifying was that when they passed these cages just now, these people didn’t make a sound, quietly staring at him.

Thinking of this, Shen Yucheng’s back suddenly felt cold, and the chill rushed straight up his spine–

Who are these people? Why are they locked up here?

Did Mo Yifeng… bring them here?

He gritted his teeth, suppressed his unease, and continued forward.

They came to a deeper room. Before Shen Yucheng could see the surroundings clearly, he suddenly felt a strong pull, his body swayed, and he fell into something soft.

He touched it, it was a bed.

He was about to get up when he suddenly met a pair of eyes in the darkness that were emitting a piercing hot light.

Mo Yifeng stood by the bed, quietly staring at him, so gloomy that it was frightening.

It was pitch black here, the darkness slowly eroded his senses, time seemed to stand still, making it impossible to tell whether he was in a dream or reality.

Shen Yucheng cautiously moved back, “What… what do you want to do?”

Mo Yifeng didn’t respond.

Shen Yucheng’s alarm bells rang loudly. He forcibly calmed his emotions, trying to find a topic to divert the other party’s attention while trying to get some information. “Is this… Futian Sect? It’s my first time here. I didn’t have time to look at the scenery outside just now. Is Sword Master interested in taking me out for a walk?”

Mo Yifeng still remained silent, approaching step by step.

“…”

“Then… is this your room? The decor is quite unique, but it’s so dark, why don’t you light a lamp?”

Mo Yifeng still didn’t pay any attention to him, only walking closer.

Shen Yucheng was forced to retreat without retreat, his back pressed against the cold wall, his heart beating faster than ever before.

“…Don’t hide, I’m not going to eat you.” Mo Yifeng chuckled, reaching out and pressing on his shoulder, suddenly leaning closer and sniffing at his neck.

Shen Yucheng froze instantly: “…What are you doing?”

Mo Yifeng frowned: “Why don’t you have that disgusting smell on you?”

Shen Yucheng: “…?” Huh?

“Everyone else… has a very annoying aura.” Mo Yifeng murmured, then actually followed his shoulder and sniffed down.

Shen Yucheng was shocked by this sudden stalker-like behavior, his body hair standing on end, so frightened that he didn’t dare to move.

Until the other party’s breath was close to his collarbone, he finally couldn’t bear it anymore, grabbed Mo Yifeng’s collar, pulled him away, and gasped, “Enough, Sword Master, what are you doing?”

Mo Yifeng was stopped by his pull, finally stopping his actions, looking up at him, his tone as calm as if he was talking about something ordinary–

“Let’s communicate spiritually.”