MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Let’s Go Together

Locked in a tight embrace within the blood array, Mo Yifeng seemed exhausted from blood loss, falling into a deep sleep in Shen Yucheng’s arms.

Shen Yucheng gently laid him down and used his spiritual powers to stop the bleeding. His eyes fell upon the dense network of wounds covering Mo Yifeng’s body, some deep, some shallow, crisscrossing everywhere. Shen Yucheng bit his lip, truly wanting to shake this man awake and ask him why he would do such a foolish thing.

Yan Quanye, standing nearby, watched this scene helplessly and sighed, “Since you care so much about each other, why don’t you just tell him that you’re the person he’s been searching for? Wouldn’t that be a happy ending for everyone?”

Shen Yucheng lowered his head, concentrating on treating the injuries. “I can’t. I can’t let him know until I’ve completely dealt with Bai Guchen.”

“Bai Guchen?” Yan Quanye frowned slightly, recalling the name. He asked, puzzled, “But wasn’t that person eliminated by you ten years ago…”

“He wouldn’t die so easily,” Shen Yucheng said with certainty. “I won’t rest easy until I see his complete corpse.”

Ten years ago, he left the Lingfeng Sect with the tribulation clouds and Bai Guchen, engaging in a fierce battle along the way. Under millions of bolts of heavenly lightning, he and Bai Guchen fought for over ten nights, hovering on the edge of life and death multiple times, but always pulling through.

Finally, they decided to use one last strike to determine the outcome—Shen Yucheng was blasted to Hanji Peak, while Bai Guchen fell into the mountains of the Southern Region.

At that time, Shen Yucheng was almost completely drained, lying on the ground, gazing at the churning thunderclouds in the sky, believing he would surely die.

However, the unexpected happened.

The tribulation lightning did not fall. He remained unconscious on Hanji Peak for a long time, gradually regaining consciousness after who knows how many days. Although his body was unable to move, he had survived after all, recuperating on the peak.

Over the next three years, the tribulation lightning did not descend at once, but only a few bolts fell every few months. It took him a full three years to finally overcome the Nascent Soul tribulation.

During this time, while he was recuperating and stabilizing his post-breakthrough spiritual power, he also traveled around, searching for the truth about Bai Guchen and the Puppet Dao.

In the end, he found clues in a small village in the Northern Region.

The local Jitan Village bordered another village, and the village chief, over a hundred years old, knew a little about the history of the Puppet Dao. It was from there that he learned the real reason why the Puppet Dao was classified as a Forbidden Dao…

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As dawn broke, the sound of a rooster crowing rang out.

Mo Yifeng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the familiar layout of the room. He raised his arm, trying to sit up, but as soon as he moved, he gasped in pain, his entire body feeling as if it had been torn apart.

He gritted his teeth and lay back down, staring at the large bed in front of him.

Memories flooded back. He remembered going for regular blood donations, but this time it hadn’t gone smoothly. He had lost his memory midway, only vaguely recalling some images—

Within the blood array, Shen Yucheng was holding him.

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“Bang!”

A loud crash suddenly came from the room, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

Upon hearing the noise, Qi Hao immediately pushed open the door and rushed in: “Lord!”

He saw Mo Yifeng covered in bandages, holding onto the side of the bed, trying to stand up. Qi Hao was shocked and quickly helped him back onto the bed: “Lord! Your injuries haven’t healed yet, you can’t move around recklessly, it will tear open!”

Mo Yifeng pushed Qi Hao away, staring intently at the doorway, determined to get out at all costs: “Where is he!”

Qi Hao was worried about Mo Yifeng’s body and asked anxiously, “Who is Lord looking for?”

“Stop pretending!” Mo Yifeng’s voice was hoarse, almost shouting, unsure whether he wanted Qi Hao to hear or if it was directed at someone else, “I know he’s here! Shen Yucheng, you come out here!”

Seeing his agitated state, Qi Hao quickly pressed him down: “Lord, are you mistaken? There’s no one else here.”

Mo Yifeng didn’t listen at all, stubbornly insisting, “I saw him with my own eyes! He appeared in the blood array! He must be here, otherwise how could he have appeared so timely?!”

“L-Lord! Your wound has opened!”

At that moment, a series of steady footsteps came from outside the door, approaching unhurriedly.

Mo Yifeng abruptly raised his head, staring intently at the doorway.

The footsteps stopped, and a gentle voice spoke, “Sword Master, this wound was just bandaged, don’t get agitated, now it has to be treated again.”

Shen Yucheng stood at the doorway, holding a bowl of herbal medicine in one hand, his gaze sweeping lightly over Mo Yifeng. He had now reverted to Yi Chen’s appearance.

Mo Yifeng stared at him, his eyes glazed over, his mind momentarily superimposing Shen Yucheng’s face onto the person before him. “Why are you here?”

Shen Yucheng chuckled, walking closer to place the bowl on the table: “Sword Master, that’s a strange thing to say. You’re seriously injured, and Qi Hao has to take care of you and handle other matters, he’s overwhelmed, isn’t it only natural for me to help?”

With that, he picked up the bowl and offered it to Mo Yifeng’s lips.

Mo Yifeng hesitated, looking at the dark green medicine in the bowl. Shen Yucheng impatiently nudged him: “Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned. If I really wanted to kill you, I would have already made a move.”

Hearing that, possibly believing his words, Mo Yifeng actually drank it, then wiped his mouth and glared coldly at Shen Yucheng: “You went into that room?”

Shen Yucheng leisurely tidied up the bowls, as if hearing a joke: “Otherwise? Did you expect me to carry you out from thin air?”

As he spoke, fearing that Mo Yifeng would lash out again, he added: “Don’t stare at me like that, you were the one who lost your mind, the barrier outside the door disappeared so I was able to enter. I don’t have the ability to break the Sword Master’s barrier.”

He blocked all of Mo Yifeng’s questions in one breath, leaving him with a stomach full of words that he couldn’t ask. Mo Yifeng could only turn his head and glare at Qi Hao, blaming him for not guarding the door properly, allowing irrelevant people to freely enter and exit.

Qi Hao felt wronged: “Lord, the situation was critical at the time, I couldn’t be everywhere at once…”

In the end, Mo Yifeng seemed to age several years in an instant, waving his hand to signal them to leave.

Shen Yucheng didn’t linger either, but as soon as he stepped out of the room, a soft murmur came from behind him: “Shen Yucheng.”

Hearing his own name, he subconsciously paused, but then took a big step forward, leaving the room as if nothing had happened.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. Just now, he had almost stopped, but fortunately, he had reacted in time.

A very vicious test.

Hopefully, nothing was caught.

However, inside the room where Shen Yucheng couldn’t see, Mo Yifeng sat on the bed, his sharp gaze fixed on the doorway, he knew very well that hesitation he saw in that instant.

Yi Chen… Shen Yucheng.

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In the main hall, Shen Yucheng instructed Qi Hao on his tasks.

After Mo Yifeng fainted yesterday, he carried him out of the blood array and settled everything before remembering that Qi Hao had seen his true face.

Originally, he had planned to directly take action and erase Qi Hao’s memory with golden threads. But when he looked at Qi Hao, the other party immediately panicked like a chick that had just hatched, trembling all over, his face pale.

Having witnessed Shen Yucheng’s impressive fighting skills with Mo Yifeng, Qi Hao’s contempt for Shen Yucheng had long vanished, replaced by a fear from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing him trembling so badly, Shen Yucheng didn’t bother to put in the effort. Firstly, this person posed no threat, and secondly, if even Qi Hao’s memory was tampered with, Mo Yifeng would definitely suspect the only intact person in the room when he woke up. By then, even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he wouldn’t be able to clear his name.

In the end, he and Qi Hao drew up a confidentiality agreement. As long as Qi Hao had any thoughts of betrayal, even if he had the slightest intention of selling him out, the agreement would directly affect his spiritual roots, and Shen Yucheng could uproot Qi Hao’s spiritual roots with a single thought.

Afterward, Shen Yucheng took the opportunity to ask about the origin of the blood array. As a result, Qi Hao didn’t know either, only that one day Mo Yifeng suddenly started drawing this array in the room, and asked him to stand aside and prevent outsiders from disturbing him.

Shen Yucheng was silent for a moment and did not continue to ask, but changed the topic and asked about the black market’s human trafficking.

This time, he noticed that Qi Hao’s expression was not natural.

But in the end, Qi Hao confessed. Three years ago, he had tried to escape the black market, but was chased down and nearly killed. It was Mo Yifeng who saved him at the critical moment.

He chose to stay and take care of everything here, not only to repay the kindness, but also for another reason.

At the time, after Mo Yifeng saved him, he did not immediately leave. After hearing that the black market even had people selling those with “innate Forbidden Dao,” he directly found those traffickers’ nests, uprooted the entire black market, and rescued all the imprisoned people.

“From then on, whenever he discovered human trafficking in the black market, he would help and rescue those people.” Qi Hao’s tone was complicated, “…Even if it would cause a lot of trouble, he never stopped.”

After listening, Shen Yucheng pondered for a moment, “What about the people locked up in this house?”

Qi Hao shook his head: “I don’t know about that. Master Mo does bring back some ‘goods’ from the black market, but he never tells me where those people end up.”

Shen Yucheng didn’t ask any more questions. Although there were still many doubts to be resolved, at least the person who had lost his mind and shed tears in the blood array yesterday was still the same guy he knew back then.

That stubborn, even somewhat naive Mo Yifeng.

He believed that Mo Yifeng would not commit atrocities.

Now, he planned to leave after Mo Yifeng’s injuries stabilized. After all, he had only come back to confirm Liu Mingzhen’s matter and to inquire about Mo Yifeng’s situation over the years. Now, he knew what he needed to know.

It was time to return to the Northern Region, sort out the information he had gathered, and find Bai Guchen’s whereabouts as soon as possible to completely eliminate this hidden danger.

Thus, the three of them spent a rare peaceful time in this house.

Mo Yifeng’s injuries recovered extremely quickly. After all, he was a Mahayana cultivator. Injuries that would take ordinary people months to heal, he could get out of bed and walk around in a few days.

However, during this time, Shen Yucheng was “tormented” by Mo Yifeng quite a bit.

Every night, he was forced to sleep with Mo Yifeng, with the fine excuse of “taking care of the injured, needing to serve him intimately.” But looking at this burly man who got up early every morning to practice swordsmanship, Shen Yucheng wondered if he really needed taking care of.

Finally, on the night when Mo Yifeng removed his bandages, Shen Yucheng packed his bags overnight, and while Mo Yifeng was asleep, he quietly came to the black hole gate, ready to leave silently.

However, just as he was about to step out—

“Brother Yucheng…”

Mo Yifeng’s weak voice came from the room.

Shen Yucheng’s footsteps paused slightly.

Yan Quanye poked his head out from the side: “What is it again?”

The voice from the room came intermittently, sounding more like sleep-talking than being awake.

Shen Yucheng hesitated for a moment, struggling whether to go back and see him one last time. After all, once he left, they probably wouldn’t see each other again until he resolved the Bai Guchen issue.

“Brother… don’t go…”

The voice had a hint of suppressed sobbing.

Shen Yucheng’s heart trembled, and he couldn’t help but turn around and walk back into the room.

——Just one look, really just one look.

However, when he pushed open the door, he was not greeted by a sleeping person.

Mo Yifeng was leaning steadily against the headboard, his eyes calm, with a sharp light, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

“It’s so late, where are you going? …Yi Chen.”

The last two words were like invisible knives, piercing deeply into Shen Yucheng’s heart.

Was it an illusion? Why did the words “Yi Chen” sound so much like the “Yu Chen” he had heard outside just now?

Shen Yucheng’s mind was in chaos, barely managing to force out a smile: “No, I just… going to the toilet in the middle of the night.”

“Going to the toilet at night—with luggage?”

Shen Yucheng was immediately speechless, realizing that he was still carrying his bag, his back sweating in guilt. He gritted his teeth and said stubbornly: “…It’s true, my family needs me, I’ll be right back.”

Mo Yifeng looked at him with a smile, not believing his nonsense at all.

Shen Yucheng chuckled dryly: “Really, it’s just in the Northern Region, I promise I’ll be back in a day.”

That was of course bullshit, once he left here, who could catch him again.

He thought it would take a long time to get rid of him, but unexpectedly, Mo Yifeng suddenly sighed softly.

Shen Yucheng’s heart skipped a beat. Huh? That’s it?

But the next second, heaven fell into hell—

Mo Yifeng flashed behind him, effortlessly holding his wrists with one hand, leaning close to his ear, his voice low and deep: “What a coincidence, I was just about to go to the Northern Region as well.”

He chuckled in Shen Yucheng’s ear: “Let’s go together, I’ll take you.”