My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

The shadow of the Broken Swordman dispersed, vanishing without a trace.

The air, once stagnant, seemed to flow again as Chen Yi let out a deep breath.

Come back to kill me in three years?

Chen Yi's eyes glinted coldly.

Damn it, when the time comes, I'll just…

As Chen Yi turned his head, he caught sight of Miss Donggong's face, radiant as peach blossoms, full of worry as she looked at him.

Fight it out with your disciple!

Produce three pairs of chopsticks and see if you can still kill.

"Are you all right?"

Miss Donggong asked softly, completely oblivious to the change in Chen Yi's eyes.

Chen Yi replied mildly, "I'm fine, of course."

He understood this silly girl—simple, naïve, and a bit too clever for her own good. Now, as Broken Swordman's disciple, she had already been steeped in chivalrous spirit; rushing to help when faced with injustice was only natural.

If, back then, the Broken Swordman had pointed his sword at Chen Yi, perhaps Miss Donggong would have raised her sword in defense, even though, to her, her master meant more.

All along, Chen Yi knew how easy she was to fool, but her unpredictable ways could wear anyone down, so he kept a certain distance.

But now that he had reached Fourth Rank, getting a little closer didn't matter much anymore.

So, Chen Yi said, "Thank you, Miss Donggong, for your care these days. You truly are a chivalrous hero."

Dong Gong Ruoshu showed not a hint of girlish shyness. Instead, she slightly lifted her chin, looking utterly deserving of his praise.

Chen Yi only grinned without saying more. They weren't close enough; saying more would only be counterproductive. Besides…

Turning around, Chen Yi met Zhou Yitang's silent gaze, her face tranquil, saying nothing.

Her eyes stared at the Hou Kang Sword on Chen Yi's back.

"I still can't abandon the Killing Sword," Chen Yi said quietly, knowing this result wasn't what she wanted.

Zhou Yitang lowered her eyes slightly. "Sooner or later."

"You're not anxious?" Chen Yi asked with a smile.

The one-armed woman ignored him.

Chen Yi didn't press further. Since returning from the underground palace, his master had given ground somewhat, but not much.

She was still stubborn, but no longer so forceful—pushing him to cut the Three Corpses on a whim. Instead, she softened her approach, using gentle persuasion, slicing him slowly with a dull knife.

If she had acted as before, Chen Yi, even if only going through the motions, would certainly have turned against her later. But these days, she had helped him time after time. Even if he wanted revenge, the kindness outweighed the grudges—besides, at this point, he couldn't beat her anyway.

She was a good master, but not a good wife.

Tch, better come up with a way to drag her to bed soon…

And…make her willing to come to bed herself…

Chen Yi gently stroked the hilt on his back, pondering.

The one-armed woman seemed to sense this rebellious disciple plotting, sneering in the night.

Chen Yi didn't mind; the subtle, tangled threads between them—they both knew.

He turned away, striding forward, his mind turning back to matters he had been pondering earlier.

This trip to the Joyful Sect was finally over. As for gains, there were many—not only had he realized both Killing Saber and Killing Sword martial intents and stepped into Fourth Rank, but he had also solved the Little Fox's mysteries, untangling her fate several times. According to the Medicine Buddha, only by converting himself would Yin Tingxue gain enlightenment. In other words, she was safe now.

As for the Meat Relic Soup, the poison hadn't been cured, but at least its origins were clear.

Her cultivation also had…

Chen Yi turned, giving Yin Weiyin a meaningful glance.

The female crown shivered, forcing herself to act calm.

Blessings of Infinite Heavenly Venerable, please let him not notice, let him not notice…

Chen Yi retracted his gaze.

Besides all this, there was another gain—not sure if it counted, or perhaps…a pleasant surprise.

Chen Yi's thoughts grew a bit tangled,

He thought of…that female Prince's child she was carrying.

......

Taking a small boat and leaving the Joyful Sect, when they returned to the Capital City and bid farewell to Dong Gong Ruoshu, it was already deep into the night, nearly the first crow of the rooster.

Chen Yi half-dragged, half-carried both big and little Yin back to his own courtyard. The one-armed woman said nothing, simply heading straight to the guest room.

Once someone was in the guest room, and seeing Chen Yi left and right embracing, the female crown instantly understood what was happening. Having him ruin the two of them together—what was this coming to? She protested, saying she wanted to leave, but after a few tugs found Chen Yi held her tight. Turning her head, she caught his greedy gaze.

Chen Yi pinched her waist hard.

Yin Weiyin let out a soft moan, her face flushing bright red, voice trembling: "…No, you can't."

If others saw her tangled up like this, where would the face of Prince Jing's daughter be?

Chen Yi lowered his gaze, smiling: "Well, you're already here."

"I could leave..." The female crown's voice grew soft.

"Didn't you say I can do whatever I want with you?" Chen Yi showed no sign of letting her go.

Remembering her earlier promise, Yin Weiyin instantly regretted to the bone, her voice weakening: "Didn't you already… enjoy me twice today?"

"I still have energy," Chen Yi merely replied.

He wouldn't tell this clueless woman that, thanks to Qin Qingluo and Zhu E, he wanted to vent once more.

Especially Qin Qingluo—this female Prince actually now carried his child.

Her waist was held so tight; his hands roamed without restraint. Yin Weiyin was red to her ears, grasping at straws as she turned to Yin Tingxue, begging:

"Even if you do what you want with me, Tingxue wouldn't like…"

Chen Yi looked to Yin Tingxue.

The Little Fox also blushed. Given the choice, what woman would want to be with another like this? It was so embarrassing. But seeing Chen Yi's raised brow, a clear sign of displeasure, the words of rejection died on her lips. Instead, she thought of something, blinking as she asked:

"Does this…make you happy?"

When she finished, Chen Yi grinned and nodded, while the female crown turned cold as if dropped in an ice cellar, shivering nonstop.

Yin Tingxue darted her eyes, then whispered, "This is really humiliating… Can it count as three times?"

Chen Yi chuckled, patting her cheek: "All right, it goes on your record."

The Little Fox docilely nodded. Having been tamed by Chen Yi's side, she'd learned not to fuss; as long as it wasn't too much, it didn't matter how he bullied her—besides, apart from shame, it wasn't really too much.

Chen Yi turned to Yin Weiyin with a teasing smile: "Last time I made you wait in line, it actually pricked my conscience."

The female crown's pretty face flushed redder still. The moment she saw Yin Tingxue agree, she was already in despair. No matter what, she knew she meant less to Chen Yi than Princess Xiang. Now that the latter agreed, she simply gave up her pride.

With resignation, she bit her lip: "How…how can you treat me like this…"

"Cut the nonsense—let's get in." Chen Yi's face was all mockery.

Yin Weiyin had no recourse; she could only endure the humiliation, biting her teeth and silently reciting the Supreme Forget Love Technique to calm her mind, striving to think happy thoughts.

After a long while, she slowly let out a breath, finally accepting her fate, face settling into calm.

Suddenly, Chen Yi asked, "Yin Luanhuang, are you hiding something from me?"

At that, the female crown was instantly covered in goosebumps.