Read Novel Full Reborn into a New Sect, the Pitiful Girl is Doted on by All the Big Shots Chapter 265
Chapter 265: Bring It On!
Mo Cheng remained silent, allowing Shen Ci’s warm hand to tightly grip his as they darted through the rushing wind. Suddenly, he spoke softly, “Why are we running?”
“Ah?” Shen Ci’s voice came from ahead. “Brother Mo, what did you say? The wind’s too loud, I couldn’t hear you!”
Mo Cheng: “…”
He suddenly felt he must be going mad, inexplicably following this strange, unfamiliar young girl in a frantic dash through chaos.
And so…
His wrist twisted slightly, gently breaking free from Shen Ci’s tight grasp.
Shen Ci’s forward momentum abruptly halted as she turned back in astonishment. Her eyes, still flushed and glistening with moisture, stared at him with hurt and disbelief, her voice instantly trembling with tears:
“Brother Mo… you’ve changed… sob sob…”
Mo Cheng: “…”
Behind his plain veil, his expression shifted several times before settling into resignation. He took a deep breath and spoke as calmly as possible:
“No need to hide.”
He tilted his head slightly, speaking with complete confidence,
“They… are no match for me.”
Shen Ci blinked in surprise upon hearing this. Oh right! With Brother Mo here, plus Brother Xiao and Da Hua, those people really weren’t worth worrying about!
Her thoughts instantly cleared. Her eyes brightened as she slammed to a stop, whirling around to shout at the pursuing Chuǐ Yù Sect members with full force:
“Bring it on!!Before the words faded, she had already charged into the crowd of pursuers like a crimson whirlwind, her fists and feet cutting through the air, Spirit Energy flashing as she fought them without any hesitation.
Xiao Lie and Da Hua, close behind, exchanged glances before joining the fray without hesitation. Xiao Lie tossed the You Ying he was carrying to a safe spot nearby, then met the enemy with palm strikes. Da Hua let out an excited clear cry, multicolored light swirling around her as she unleashed fierce moves.
Mo Cheng stood alone to the side, finding the scene somewhat absurd, yet somehow… feeling an indescribable sense of familiarity and warmth, as if long ago, similar noise and mischief had existed just beyond his cold, silent world.
Liǔ Yùqī grew even more furious seeing her not only refusing to flee but actively engaging in battle, shouting sharply: “Return the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Lotus! This old man might spare your lives!”
Below, Ruò Yuān had emerged at some point, her tear-filled eyes fixed on Xiao Lie in the battle as she cried mournfully: “Xiao Lie! Are you really… going to be so heartless to me, to the Chuǐ Yù Sect?!”
Before she finished speaking, a crimson figure flashed from the side – Shen Ci kicked her flying several steps back, standing protectively in front of Xiao Lie with hands on her hips as she angrily shouted: “Are you people from Chuǐ Yù Sect completely shameless?! That Ice Lotus was clearly gathered by my Brother Xiao through countless hardships in the far north! What does it have to do with you, not even half a Spirit Crystal’s worth!”
Da Hua easily blocked an attack from one disciple while chiming in contemptuously: “Yeah! What a bunch of shameless old fools! Come on, just let your auntie here stretch her limbs and practice some moves!”
Shen Ci spun around, sending an ancient-looking umbrella flying from her sleeve as she clearly shouted: “Drunken Dream Wandering Spring!”
An invisible Spirit Sense Attack spread out like threads, instantly causing many Chuiming Sect disciples to become disoriented and sluggish in their movements. Simultaneously, she drew the dark longsword from her waist, its blade gleaming sharply like lightning. Her moves were both swift and fierce, and within moments, she had knocked down most of the surrounding attackers.
Xiao Lie’s approach was even more straightforward and brutal—his fists, as large as sandbags, sent opponents flying with each punch. Da Hua, meanwhile, unfurled his magnificent wings, effortlessly swatting one enemy after another into the air.
Mo Cheng did not intervene, standing quietly outside the fray. However, when his gaze fell upon the dark longsword wielded by Shen Ci, his typically calm expression revealed clear astonishment for the first time.
He tilted his head slightly, as if straining to perceive the sword’s aura.
Wasn’t this his Millennial Dark Iron?
And it had been specially refined—how did it end up in her hands??
For a moment, surprise, confusion, and a faint, almost imperceptible sense of peculiar relief trickled into his heart like a gentle stream. He even temporarily forgot about You Ying, who was still crouched in the corner.
Liu Yuqi’s face turned ashen as he surveyed the groaning disciples and the chaotic scene. He glared viciously at Shen Ci and spat out a threat, “You insolent girl! Just you wait! This is far from over!”
With that, he disregarded any semblance of dignity, gathered the able-bodied disciples, helped the injured, and swiftly fled.
Shen Ci patted her hands triumphantly, turned around cheerfully, and high-fived Da Hua. Only then did she notice Mo Cheng still standing quietly nearby, his veiled face turned toward them, his posture… as if stunned by the earlier commotion.
Her smile faltered slightly, and she hurried over to Mo Cheng, tilting her head up to flash a bright grin. “Hehe, Brother Mo, um… don’t get the wrong idea. I’m actually quite gentle usually.”
Da Hua, standing behind her, shot her a speechless look.
“Hmph…” Xiao Lie, arms crossed nearby, stared at Mo Cheng with clear displeasure, his entire demeanor radiating discontent.
“Cough… cough, cough!”
At that moment, a weak, painful cough shattered the tense atmosphere. You Ying, forgotten in the corner, curled up and coughed violently, as if her lungs would tear.
Hearing this, Mo Cheng moved abruptly. In the next instant, his pale hand reached out, and You Ying was pulled toward him.
“Thud!”
The dull sound of her knees hitting the ground was unsettling.
You Ying coughed even more violently, pleading between gasps, “M-Master… spare me… have mercy…”
Shen Ci frowned, both shocked and angered as she looked at the disheveled figure on the ground. “So you’re that ungrateful disciple of Brother Mo! And here I was, kind enough to save your life earlier!”
Suddenly, something felt off—hadn’t You Ying repeatedly claimed to adore her master? How could she have ruthlessly tried to harm him?
Seeing how naturally and intimately Shen Ci addressed Mo Cheng, a surge of jealousy and resentment boiled within You Ying.
Ignoring her injuries, she screamed hoarsely, “Who are you?! How dare you cling to my master like that! What gives you the right… Ah—!”
Before she could finish, a sharp slap landed heavily on her face, snapping her head to the side.
You Ying clutched her cheek, staring in disbelief at Mo Cheng, who had struck her. Scalding tears instantly streamed down her face. “Master… you hit me? For her… you hit me?”
She seemed to have finally been shattered by that slap, all her pretenses broken as she descended into hysterical release: “I love you! Master! From the first moment I saw you, I fell hopelessly in love with you! I hate… I hate how you’re always so aloof and restrained, I hate how you look at me as if I were a troublesome junior, I hate every female cultivator who admires you!”
She burst into shrill, hysterical laughter: “Hahahaha! Mo Cheng… I had someone cripple your Immortal Bone, turn you into a worthless cripple… Only then could you belong to me alone!”