My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 100 - 83 I’ve Got It

Yin Weiyin finished reading the words on the tortoise shell. The entire oracle bone inscription recorded an ancient myth, which the Summer Dynasty people had offered to the Ba Snake through ritual sacrifice.

She started with the first twelve characters: "Heaven above, Earth below, the gods are unsettled; Yu marries Tushan," and read until the final twelve characters: "Nine tails turn to stone, thus Xia Qi is born, and the gods are settled again."

After finishing, Yin Weiyin’s face revealed confusion, yet she vaguely sensed elusive threads of mystery. She followed the flow of her thoughts. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Long ago, Dayu married into the Tushan Clan, but doing so disrupted the cosmic order. The Tushan Clan transformed into stone to give birth to Xia Qi, and at that moment, harmony was restored to the Dao.

The ancient myth echoed in Yin Weiyin’s mind like a great bell tolling. Gradually, she grasped fragments of the Goddess’s legacy and heard the Heavenly Dao’s resonance.

Even so, Yin Weiyin still found it difficult to capture the full meaning.

She was deeply intoxicated by her comprehension of the Dao, enchanted beyond reason, drifting into a state of selflessness.

When she regained her senses, she noticed Chen Yi staring at her in confusion.

"You... are attached to illusions?"

Chen Yi asked.

Upon hearing his words, Yin Weiyin wasn’t angered but replied serenely:

"The Dao I have comprehended is beyond your understanding."

"Really attached to illusions." Chen Yi shook his head and said.

Yin Weiyin sneered at him dismissively.

Summer insects cannot speak of ice. To explain further to a mere mortal like him—what meaning does it hold?

"Let’s move on."

Yin Weiyin spoke softly.

Hearing this ethereal voice, Chen Yi vaguely felt that the timid Princess Jing he once knew... seemed to have drifted away somehow, leaving him with an indescribable sense of regret.

Could it be... that she was perfecting the Supreme Forget Love Technique within this underground palace?

Returning to the original burial chamber, Chen Yi retrieved the bronze box.

Contained within that bronze box were partial remains of the Tushan Clan.

The two ventured deeper into the underground palace. There were no lurking dangers around them, only boundless silence. The echo of their footsteps reverberated off bronze vessels, and Chen Yi occasionally glanced back to see Yin Weiyin with her eyes lowered, seemingly immersed in contemplation, growing ever more detached.

After half an hour, they reached a desolate expanse. Ahead lay a subterranean dark river. By the riverbank stood a stele, and from a distance, Chen Yi squinted and gasped in shock—two figures stood before the stele.

A man and a woman, one elder and one young. The elder was dressed in Wu attire, his hair as white as snow but his face youthful. The girl had delicate features and appeared about twelve years old. Both were scrutinizing the inscriptions carved onto the stele.

Hearing footsteps behind them, the girl turned around, eyes wide, staring at Chen Yi and Yin Weiyin.

"What brings you here?"

Being pulled by the girl’s sleeve, the old man snapped out of his daze and turned to the arrivals:

"Who might you be?"

Seeing that the elder showed no signs of hostility, Chen Yi stopped and cupped his hands in greeting:

"I am Chen Yi, a Thousand Households of the West Factory."

"West Factory? Is it a newly established government office of the Great Wu Emperor?"

The girl asked, puzzled.

Hearing her words, Chen Yi was equally perplexed.

"Great Wu Emperor? What Great Wu Emperor?"

"Who else could it be? The current emperor, Sun Quan."

The girl replied nonchalantly, without hesitation.

Chen Yi immediately realized something was amiss and questioned back:

"May I ask your names?"

The elder laughed cheerfully and said:

"I am called Wang Biao. As for her, you may address her as Fang Ji. We were tasked by His Majesty to travel the lands in search of the Immortal Law of eternal life."

This time, even Yin Weiyin was taken aback.

"Wang Biao, Fang Ji? Are they... people of the Wei-Jin era?"

She recalled clearly that Sun Quan had sought the secret to immortality, emulating Emperor Qin in repeatedly sending emissaries to seek enlightenment, among whom Wang Biao was the most famous, as legends described him and his maid possessing the ability to communicate with mountain and river spirits.

"Wei-Jin? What is Jin?"

Fang Ji asked, perplexed.

Chen Yi turned his head and didn’t answer but posed another question:

"Do you know what year it is now?"

"Naturally, it is the first year of the Great Wu Taiyuan era."

Fang Ji answered matter-of-factly.

Wang Biao sensed something was wrong and was about to speak when Yin Weiyin interjected:

"No, it is now the third year of the Great Yu Huanglong era, separated from the Three Kingdoms period by nearly eighteen hundred years!"

Wang Biao and Fang Ji froze in place.

Then, a horrifying scene unfolded—the twelve-year-old girl Fang Ji suddenly grew several inches taller than the elder. Her face rapidly began wrinkling, and her back hunched.

She was aging at an unimaginable speed!

In the blink of an eye, the once-twelve-year-old girl had become white-haired, decrepit with age, and when she tried to speak, her lips parted—but the words never came. She collapsed and died.

She had died of old age.

The elder Wang Biao stood there stunned, frozen for a long moment before murmuring two words:

"Wasted time."

Then, he fell to his knees and likewise aged until he also perished.

Chen Yi watched the scene in horror. As the pair lay crumpled, he noticed their flesh and blood shriveled and vanished, leaving only bare bones. Moments later, even their skeletons disintegrated into powder, scattering into the dark river below.

It was as if the two had endured the grinding of thousands of years in that single moment.

This sight made Chen Yi think of the legend of the Rotten Ke Chess Game.

Had these two never heard of the Rotten Ke Chess Game, lingering in front of the stele for so many years?

Quickly, the answer dawned on him.

The Rotten Ke Chess Game was a tale of the Jin Dynasty, while these two were figures from the Three Kingdoms period.

Confronted with their deaths, Chen Yi felt shaken, yet Yin Weiyin’s face remained expressionless.

"Don’t you... feel anything?"

Chen Yi asked instinctively.

"They brought it upon themselves. Why would they intrude into the underground palace when their Taoist skills weren’t mastered?"

Taichua Goddess spoke calmly, then stepped closer to the stele.

Chen Yi gazed at the stele and saw on it an engraving of two divine beings, representing one Yin and one Yang, merging into one—the Tai Chi fish.

Carved upon the stele were bold and profound ancient characters, brimming with overwhelming power:

[He Qinzi slaughters the mother and dies divided between heaven and earth?!]

These ancient characters had weathered countless years yet retained the poet’s questioning gaze toward the heavens: "Why did Xia Qi murder her mother?!"

Chen Yi became engrossed in the impact of these words, faintly sensing a connection to the Dao, yet just as he was on the brink of deeper realization, his body was overtaken by the searing pain of his acupoints!

The strange poison inflicted by the Empress!

When Chen Yi previously practiced the Shangqing Heart Method, he had felt the poison’s hindrance. Now, as he approached enlightenment, the poison ignited and burned fiercely throughout his being.

Chen Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision gradually clearing.

"Sh*t, I nearly fell into the same trap as Wang Biao, but unexpectedly, this poison... actually brought me a blessing in disguise."

He gasped for air, no longer daring to examine the writings more closely.

Looking up, he saw Yin Weiyin beside him, her face serene, seemingly immersed in newfound understanding of the Dao.

The stele’s inscriptions began to weave together with the tortoise shell texts Yin Weiyin had previously seen.

Ages ago, there were many who couldn’t comprehend Xia Qi’s act of matricide. Qu Yuan wrote the "Heavenly Inquiry," questioning the heavens as to why Xia Qi, clearly a filial son, would choose to slay his mother, the Tushan Clan.

All for the sake of one word: "Dao."

The Dao was disrupted when Yu married the Tushan Clan and bore an heir, and calm was restored only through Tushan birthing Xia Qi.

Yet the true restoration happened not merely due to Xia Qi’s birth but because the Dao foresaw the future and knew that Xia Qi would inevitably slay his mother.

One life created, one life taken. Too much disrupts balance, while the void preserves completion...

Suddenly, Taichua Goddess was struck with enlightenment:

"The way of heaven is to diminish the excess and replenish the deficient!"

The Tushan Clan gave birth to Xia Qi, creating a surplus, an "excess," so Xia Qi killed the Tushan Clan, subtracting a life and filling the Dao’s "deficit."

"I see now. I understand!"

She sank deeper into the Dao, becoming ever more one with the Supreme Forget Love, and increasingly... detached from herself...