MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Love Brain

Mo Yifeng looked at Shen Yucheng before him, feeling that something was off. That look in his eyes was so unfamiliar that it gave him goosebumps, as if the person in front of him was no longer the one he knew.

His hand trembled as he reached out, wanting to touch Shen Yucheng’s cheek, but at that instant, “Shen Yucheng” turned his body, deftly avoiding it. Mo Yifeng’s hand froze in mid-air, the other person’s gaze as cold as ice, looking at him indifferently, as if looking at a complete stranger.

“Shen Yucheng” glanced at Mo Yifeng, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, as if not understanding why he was doing this. But the next second, he heard a voice calling from the other side: “Baili.”

Almost reflexively, he turned his head, looking towards the voice. Standing opposite him was Bai Guchen.

Under Mo Yifeng’s shocked gaze, “Shen Yucheng” turned without hesitation and walked towards Bai Guchen.

…

“Shen Yucheng” stopped, looking at Bai Guchen’s face, his expression still indifferent, without much reaction for a moment. Only after a long while did he ask in a low voice, “…Achen?”

The moment this familiar address came out, tears immediately welled up in Bai Guchen’s eyes. He didn’t know how many years it had been since he had heard that voice.

He had waited too long for this day.

The person before him was extremely similar to that mature and gentle figure from back then. At that time, he was always smiling, accommodating him in every way. Bai Guchen felt that everything he had endured over the years seemed worth it at this moment.

Fortunately, he hadn’t given up; fortunately, he had persevered; fortunately…

“Welcome back, Brother.”

Hearing these words, Baili paused slightly, his eyes flickered, and then he asked, “How long has it been since that time?”

Bai Guchen took two steps forward and replied softly, “It’s been a thousand years.”

“Did I…seize the body?”

Bai Guchen nodded: “Strictly speaking, not really. His soul hasn’t completely dissipated. I had him take a Soul-Calling Pill and then used a Soul-Suppressing Lock to seal his spirit, so he wouldn’t have any consciousness anymore, nor would he be able to interfere with you.”

Baili was silent for a while, then suddenly asked, “Then why didn’t you just kill him?”

Bai Guchen was stunned, then lowered his head and muttered, “…If I killed him, his body would automatically seal the Dao, making it impossible to use.” This was also why no one had been able to unravel the secrets of the Puppet Dao for so many years.

Baili didn’t speak immediately. He looked around, and with a sweep of his eyes, he recognized the location. Although the village and the mountain roads had changed, those mountains were still there. He had lived in the Northern Region for a while and recognized it at a glance. But when he saw the corpses of Demon Beasts on the ground, some unpleasant memories surged up. He frowned and asked, “The Great War between Immortals and Demons?”

Bai Guchen shuddered and lowered his head, his voice as small as a mosquito: “I…I caused it.”

Mo Yifeng had been watching from the side. From the moment Baili woke up, Bai Guchen’s entire aura had changed.

Before, Bai Guchen had always praised Baili to the heavens, but his current appearance didn’t resemble the person he described at all.

He stared at Baili’s face, which was Shen Yucheng’s face, but the other person’s expression and temperament were completely unlike what Shen Yucheng would have. Even during Shen Yucheng’s coldest periods, he had never been so indifferent. This Baili looked like a gentle person, but in reality, he was a fox in sheep’s clothing.

Shen Yucheng being secretly drugged by Bai Guchen had already angered him enough, and now his body had been seized by some inexplicable person. He really wanted to rush forward and give the other person a good beating. But considering that it was Shen Yucheng’s body, he could only endure it for now.

“Hey, now that you’ve died once, don’t come back and cause trouble.” Mo Yifeng soared into the air on his sword, the tip pointing straight at Shen Yucheng’s face.

Only then did Baili raise his head to look at him, glancing over him casually, but suddenly his tone changed, and he asked seriously, “Are you from the Futian Sect?”

Mo Yifeng frowned. How did this person know?

“What if I am?”

Baili’s expression slightly hardened: “Which disciple of Ningmu Zhenren are you?”

Ningmu Zhenren was the dharma name of the Futian Sect’s master. Although he had missed the opportunity to become famous in his early years due to seclusion, he was a well-known name among the older generation of cultivators. In that era, there were no fancy magical treasures; everything relied on true skill, and he could sweep across the cultivation world.

But on the eve of the Great War between Immortals and Demons, Ningmu Zhenren suddenly went into seclusion and rarely appeared since.

Mo Yifeng didn’t expect this person to know his master. He had only just raised his head when he saw that Baili had already stood in front of him at some unknown time, staring at him coldly with Shen Yucheng’s eyes, and pressing his hand against his forehead.

Reacting to it, he immediately took several steps back. Baili looked down at his palm, as if he had grasped some secret, and murmured, “It really has been a long time.”

Mo Yifeng was too lazy to waste any more words. With a flash, the Crimson longsword instantly approached Baili. Baili lowered his head, looking at the approaching sword tip, and said calmly, “What do you mean by this?”

“Return this body to me.”

The Crimson longsword pointed straight at the other person’s throat.

Bai Guchen was startled and was about to rush forward, but Baili had already stopped him with one hand, turning to look at Mo Yifeng: “You’re so fixated on this body, what’s your relationship with him?”

Mo Yifeng remained silent. Bai Guchen, standing nearby, explained Shen Yucheng’s background. After listening, Baili nodded: “The Futian Sect’s fourth disciple, and he even learned the techniques I left behind. No wonder this body didn’t reject it.”

“Achen, it wasn’t easy finding a body like this. You’ve worked hard.”

Bai Guchen immediately smiled like a flower.

Baili turned to Mo Yifeng and said, “You two seem to be Dao Companions? Can you really bring yourself to do it?”

He pointed to the sword in front of his neck.

“You should know that a Dao Companion Contract binds two people’s lives together. If you kill me, you won’t live either.”

Mo Yifeng narrowed his eyes. He had been a little hesitant, but upon hearing this, he laughed as if he had heard some joke, scoffing and gripping the sword hilt. He launched another attack.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged blows in the air. Shen Yucheng didn’t have a sword to begin with, so Baili simply condensed golden silk with spiritual power, which was both soft and strong, and was not inferior to even a high-quality magical treasure. The two exchanged blows, each sustaining several superficial wounds, and their blood surged.

Baili’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he mocked, “You can be so ruthless to your own lover?”

Mo Yifeng retorted coldly, “What do you take us for? We’ve done things that are even more ruthless than this.”

Baili chuckled softly, seemingly mocking and sighing: “You two are really strange.”

But as they fought, Baili noticed something was wrong. He frowned suddenly, muttering in disbelief, “Five Spiritual Roots merging?”

After noticing more and more details, he was shocked to realize how bad this body’s condition was. Five Spiritual Roots merging, plus a Spirit Burst physique. It was a miracle that such a body could survive and even cultivate to this day.

He had never seen such a situation. How much difficulty had this body gone through to get to this point? It was obvious without asking.

At this moment, the battle was intensely fluctuating. The disciples in the distance, having finished eliminating the Demon Beasts, wanted to take a break, but they were drawn by the spiritual energy impact here, and they looked up at the sky one after another.

The disciples could only vaguely see a figure’s back.

“Hey, look, isn’t that Immortal Mo?”

“It seems so! Who’s that person fighting him?”

“This person is so strong! He can actually fight the Sword Master to a standstill!”

“Could he also be in the Mahayana Realm? But there are only a few Mahayana cultivators, and I’ve never seen him before.”

“Wow! He actually blocked the Sword Master’s sneak attack! That’s amazing!”

“I can’t keep up with my eyes!”

The disciples below were all watching excitedly, as if they were watching gods fighting. But Lingyi and the others beside her were dumbfounded.

Lingyi pointed at the two figures flashing in the air, her face turning green: “I want to ask, what are they doing? Are they fighting amongst themselves?”

Seeing the two of them attacking without mercy, Liyuan couldn’t help but ask, “Why did they suddenly start fighting?”

The two of them threw the question to Fu Junxuan, but Fu Junxuan could only shrug. He knew that his two junior brothers had always been like this, doing whatever they wanted, never being predictable.

“Leave them to it.”

Fu Junxuan thought that these two must have their reasons for doing this.

But at this moment, the two “reasons” in the air didn’t care about what the people below thought. They fought fiercely, spiritual energy sweeping in all directions. Mo Yifeng was covered in wounds, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he glanced at the Crimson Sword, which was shaking from the spiritual pressure, and he actually laughed.

Baili looked at him coldly, controlling the golden silk: “Are you crazy? What are you laughing at?”

Mo Yifeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said excitedly, “So Yucheng-ge can unleash this level of power. After he comes back, I’m going to have a good fight with him.”

Baili frowned: “This is only because I can force out this body’s potential.”

Amidst the firelight, a bloody streak appeared on Baili’s face. Mo Yifeng’s voice resounded through the sky: “The body you’re using now belongs to a good person. He says harsh words, but he never makes a ruthless move. He never goes all out in a battle. If it weren’t for you, I might never have known that he was hiding these abilities.”

Baili wiped the wound and was about to tell Mo Yifeng that he was too noisy, preparing to shut him up with one move, when Mo Yifeng’s tone changed, and he shouted in a deep voice:

“Shen Yucheng, if you’re so easily controlled by this kind of person, I’ll never let you go. Before I tear your body into eight pieces, you better come out yourself, otherwise, don’t blame me for getting ruthless.”

Baili was just thinking that this person was neurotic and talking to himself when Baili’s body suddenly shuddered, as if it had heard something terrible, and all the hairs on its body stood on end.

Mo Yifeng saw it clearly, the corners of his mouth raising in a playful smile: “He’s quite obedient.”

Just as Baili was a half-beat too slow to react, Mo Yifeng instantly approached and hugged him tightly.

Baili was shocked and hadn’t had time to break free when it felt like something had violently overturned him, and intense pain struck from all directions, causing his vision to go black. But looking down, there weren’t many new wounds on his body.

An absurd thought flashed through his mind. Did this guy have some secret technique that injured people with hugs?

He glanced at Mo Yifeng’s back, at that clearly still-bleeding wound, which was exactly the same as the area where he was vaguely aching, even the length matched.

He was shocked. Could Mo Yifeng transfer his own injuries to others?

But the next second, he rejected this idea. If he really had that ability, he would have used it long ago. Why even bother fighting?

Just then, Mo Yifeng whispered in his ear, “Actually, I noticed it a long time ago…You’re such a good person, so it doesn’t hurt.”

With these words, Baili’s thoughts raced, and he instantly realized something. His expression changed drastically, and he pushed Mo Yifeng away, but the other person didn’t budge, as if glued to him. He was furious, the golden silk instantly forming, preparing to stab towards Mo Yifeng’s back, but he stopped at the last moment.

Only one millimeter away.

Mo Yifeng’s voice sounded particularly cheerful: “What’s wrong, aren’t you going to do it?”

Baili was so angry that his teeth itched, wishing he could bite his tongue off.

This Shen Yucheng was really a madman.

The Dao Companion Contract was originally a special contract designed for Puppet Dao cultivators, for the sake of mutual life and death, equal emotions, and binding each other. Back then, too many people pretended to become Dao Companions in order to control Puppet Dao cultivators, leading to this contract becoming their only guarantee.

But Shen Yucheng, this madman, had only formed a “one-sided contract,” which made the empathy into a one-way bearing that needed to be triggered, and it was he who had to bear all the consequences.

Baili gritted his teeth in anger.

Was this person’s brain broken? Who would give their lifeline to another person in such a reckless way?

Wasn’t he just a love brain…?