My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

It seems like the wish has just been fulfilled, only to dissolve into emptiness again, leaving behind regret.

Even until now, when Grandfather is about to depart, Chen Yi has not left a single good impression on him.

Min Ning's voice carried a slight choke: "Grandfather…"

Min He merely smiled gently, shook his head, and said nothing.

At this point, he no longer brought up that person—after all, this was the last day.

However, amid Min Ming's voice trying to block the way,

Min He's pupils slowly widened.

That familiar face stepped into the courtyard.

"It's you!"

Min He took a deep breath, his voice heavy.

As the words fell, Min Ning abruptly turned her head and saw Chen Yi standing there.

The warmth dispersed in an instant, the atmosphere took a harsh turn, the wind turned cold and desolate. That person said nothing, stepping slowly on the fallen leaves scattered across the courtyard.

Min He's eyes narrowed, staring intently at this unwelcome guest. His aura surged, a chilling vigor erupting, as if ready to assume the guise of the Day Patrol Deity at any moment.

Beside him, Min Ning lowered her gaze slightly. She silently gripped the hilt of her blade, her trembling fingers betraying her hidden tension.

The courtyard was blanketed in an icy, lifeless stillness that seemed impossible to dispel.

"I brought you something, Old Sir."

The man spoke, reaching into his chest as though searching for something. Min He's expression tightened. But finally, he pulled out a vibrant, red wedding bun and offered it forward.

Min He was momentarily stunned.

This morning, he had already heard the sound of firecrackers. This bun was clearly something the man had obtained from those celebrations.

"You're leaving, Old Sir, and coincidentally someone nearby was having a wedding. I rushed here quickly. I had nothing prepared, so I picked this up along the way."

Chen Yi stepped closer, holding the wedding bun out in front of Min He.

Min He had entirely not expected that if Chen Yi raised his blade, he would have been prepared, yet suddenly receiving a wedding bun left him at a loss.

In the end, Min Ning quickly walked over and accepted the bun on behalf of her grandfather.

She broke the wedding bun apart. Its fragrant warmth wafted outward, filling the space. Even Min He could smell its aroma—souls of the departed cannot eat, nor drink, but people still place offerings at graves. Simply because the departed can smell it, inhaling it is akin to consuming it.

"Why… have you come?"

Min He turned his head slightly, staring steadily at Chen Yi.

He had heard of this man from his eldest granddaughter more than once. It was precisely this man who coveted the two sisters that relied on each other within the declining Min family. Time and again he threatened and coerced them. In the past, he had leaned on the Lin Party to abuse his power, and even now his wicked intentions remained unchanged.

Moreover, Min Ning had her heart inexplicably hung upon this man, whose martial arts rank was even noted in the renowned Spring and Autumn Registry.

With his abilities, killing Min He cleanly and effortlessly in a face-to-face confrontation was an indisputable reality.

"I know what you think of me."

Chen Yi finally spoke, his voice indifferent.

Min He responded with a cold glare. "Since you already know, why don't you just leave?"

"Because you can't defeat me."

Min He was rendered speechless in that instant.

All he could do was clench his fists tighter, his face flushed with anger.

After a long pause, his hoarse voice broke the silence: "Whatever you have to say, then speak."

Chen Yi slowly pulled out a wanted poster from his chest and said:

"Min Ning entrusted this bounty to me. Wan Xifeng, Sixth Rank of Martial Arts, nicknamed the Golden Saber Thief, a man guilty of heinous crimes and ruthless killing. Yet he remains unapologetically filial, with a blind old mother at home. I killed him."

Min He's expression turned icy and he said:

"So what? You're no stranger to bloodshed."

"But aside from killing him, I also made arrangements for someone to care for his mother."

Chen Yi's voice was calm.

"Do you understand?"

A faint trace of surprise flickered across Min He's face.

Beside him, Min Ning's gaze silently fell upon Chen Yi, watching him closely.

Chen Yi spoke slowly: "I do indeed covet the two of them. You believe their trust in me is misplaced, and I won't deny that. But now, I am willing to try to change, to demand more of myself."

His expression was resolute, his words filled with conviction.

Min He listened, and his voice thundered in indignation: "And then what? Her life doesn't belong here in the Capital City!"

"What does that have to do with me?"

Chen Yi's voice dropped slightly.

"I don't intend to persuade you, but she matters to me, and I matter to her. If you still have something to say, I don't mind settling this with martial skill."

Min He's ghostly eyes seemed to burn with raging infernos. He stared directly at Chen Yi, traces of fury still lingering on his face. But before long, his gaze collided with Min Ning's complex, layered expression. At last, he calmed himself and hoarsely asked:

"Do you know that you might destroy her? If you forcibly keep her here, do you understand what she truly wants?"

Chen Yi took a deep breath, then abruptly raised his voice:

"Then let her leave the Capital.

You all claim I'll destroy her.

I won't.

I'll demand more of myself and wait for her to decide—I'll wait until she herself wants to come back!"

His voice was not loud, but it rang with the commanding force of ironclad resolve. Even Min He's pupils constricted at these words.

"What did you say?"

Min He was somewhat dazed, entirely unprepared for this man to make such a concession.

"I won't destroy her."

Chen Yi patted down his uncluttered thoughts and let out a carefree laugh:

"She's a young hero now,

and one day she'll hold her head high, shoulder her sword, and become a great hero."