My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 869 - 522: Scumbag Man (Double-Length) (2)

"Strange smell?"

"Like last time, the Kishimojin, that kind... the stench of the monks creating a Physical Buddha."

Chen Yi's gaze slightly hardened... Physical Buddha, having once consumed the Physical Relic Soup to make a Physical Buddha, he was particularly sensitive.

Honestly speaking, although he accidentally gained ten years of Yang longevity because of the Daoist he encountered in the underworld, the Physical Relic Soup wasn't a complete solution; it merely extended his life without reason.

"Kid, when you were standing at the entrance of the White Lotus Sect hall, that smell was the strongest. Once you came out, it weakened considerably, and there was a hint of the scent of death mixed in."

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you suggesting that someone is watching me and this group from the White Lotus Sect? Is it someone from Baolian Temple? Or perhaps someone from the Underworld?"

The Old Saintess couldn't say for sure who exactly it was, only saying, "If my nose hasn't failed me."

At this, Chen Yi lowered his eyes in thought, finding it hard to determine if Baolian Temple was targeting this group from the White Lotus Sect or him, but the presence of people from Baolian Temple in Wuchang Prefecture was certainly unexpected.

But it's just as well.

If I can lure the snake out of its hole, I'll make a move to kill it, lest dreams linger too long.

"Thanks, old lady," Chen Yi said calmly.

Whether as a term of respect or derision, the Old Saintess didn't mind. She turned her head, her "gaze" seemingly looking out,

"This little girl of yours, indeed she has a treasure, with such talent, even if it's the Heavenly Ear Technique... the progress is remarkably swift."

"Isn't it just that I have guided her well?" Chen Yi chuckled as he planned to move on.

"You've only facilitated it," the Old Saintess replied meaningfully, lowering her eyes.

The next words made Chen Yi's eyes suddenly turn cold,

"The most precious thing is that she has the heart of a Bodhisattva, suitable for joining our Holy Sect."

After speaking, there was a long silence without a response.

"A demon sect is a demon sect," after a long time, the person's voice was cold: "Old thing, curb your tongue. If your so-called Holy Sect ever lays hands on her… except for Zhu E, I'll kill all of you."

The Old Saintess narrowed her eyes in silence, after a long time saying, "There's no need for such hostility, I was just marveling."

Chen Yi turned back, then jokingly said with a cheeky smile: "It's just a joke, if you're joking, I'm just joking too."

The Old Saintess laughed loudly, following his words: "You really are in tune with each other, she's so close to you, yet you dare to give her the cold shoulder."

"Just a little noise, to let her know who's in charge in this home."

"Haha, you're quite assertive, but I dare to bet, you won't keep it up for long, it seems that she will give in to you, but in reality, you cannot resist bowing to her, I've seen through you, you prefer softness over toughness."

Chen Yi rolled his eyes, ignoring it further, lying down with his head supported, and fell asleep with noise around.

......

The chill of early spring, a cold wind blew in the morning, making the Little Fox sneeze. After washing up, she thought it over, while Chen Yi was still asleep, quietly made tea, folded his clothes neatly at the foot of the bed, tidied his tousled hair... after finishing these delicate and quiet tasks, Yin Tingxue finally relaxed.

Snow began to fall, Yin Tingxue sat by the window reading, occasionally snowflakes drifted onto her book, gazing out the window, the sky was lowered by the snow, distant buildings' blue tiles turned white, pedestrians were fewer, this corner of Wuchang City was now serene and otherworldly, light snow drifted gently, sometimes snowflakes sneaked through the window crevices, staining the yellowed pages with pale marks, like circling the words "mutual support" for her.

The drifting snow fell onto her book, Yin Tingxue reached out to wipe it away, melting on her fingertips, the characters on the book deepened, she happened to see the scene where the doe was holding an umbrella, waiting in the snow for her lord.

Suddenly she heard rustling behind her, it was Chen Yi waking up, reaching for the clothes at the foot of the bed.

Yin Tingxue continued to stare at the page, while her fingertips quietly curled into her palm. He should have seen the folded clothes and be able to have some hot tea upon getting up.

The waterstain on the book's pages was heart-piercing.

Chen Yi's movements upon getting up were not big, after washing up, he changed clothes, drank the hot tea as a matter of course, Capital City had long been accustomed to Yin Tingxue's service, now there was no indication of appreciation, the young girl frowned in disappointment, but ultimately said nothing.

The Old Saintess watched, feeling increasingly that this dog-like man was unworthy.

Miss Donggong got up early, stretching greatly in the snow-filtered sunlight, her posture beautiful, seeing Chen Yi come out, she spoke up wanting to practice swordplay with him.

Of course, Chen Yi did not refuse, practicing swordplay with her, sparring and exchanging techniques, the light of blades and shadows of swords intertwined, Sword Qi sweeping like autumn leaves, the whole sky of snowflakes swirling around him.

Though Donggong was the one who lost every time, she was innately cheerful, patting her rear before standing up, persistently dueling with Chen Yi, her martial arts honed and improved, there were several times Chen Yi barely won, narrowly risking defeat, in the end, even he marveled, this Miss Donggong... truly a great talent in the Sword Dao.

Apparently, when it comes to innate talent, Dong Gong Ruoshu is no worse than Min Ning, it's just that she's simple-minded, thus her opportunities haven't arrived yet.

In the courtyard, Dong Gong Ruoshu and Chen Yi were passionately practicing swords, chatting happily. The energetic presence of the stupid girl was incredibly infectious. After practicing swords, she was drenched in sweat, droplets of sweat rolling over her flushed skin, settling at the peaks and valleys, allowing her unparalleled athletic beauty to bloom freely. Even the scent of sweat was imbued with the fragrance of youth.

Yin Tingxue watched for a while, feeling increasingly bitter in her heart.

Time passed quickly, and after two days, Chen Yi flipped through the invitation card; it was time for the banquet.

"Are you going out?"

Just after changing clothes, Chen Yi turned his head to see the little fox wrapped in a cotton jacket slowly approaching.

"Hmm, I'm going out. You stay here and don't be afraid." Saying this, Chen Yi patted her head, leaving behind a silent trace of Sword Intent.

Now that Yin Tingxue had practiced swordsmanship, Chen Yi no longer had to worry excessively about her encountering danger. A restriction had been set in this secluded courtyard, and combined with this trace of Sword Intent, it wasn't enough to provide utter peace of mind, but it did alleviate many of Chen Yi's concerns.

"I'll be back soon, don't stay up late." Chen Yi reminded her as he tidied up his clothes.

Yin Tingxue nodded her head. A husband leaving home is something a wife would naturally ask about—it's routine. After asking, she should have turned and left, but the girl didn't move, just stood there.

She twisted the corner of her clothes with both hands. When Chen Yi turned back, she said:

"Could you... bend down a bit?"

"What's the matter?" Unclear about her intentions, Chen Yi still bent down.

Boop.

Yin Tingxue pecked his cheek with a quick kiss.

Chen Yi was slightly taken aback, a smile creeping onto his lips, and he responded with a quick peck in return. The girl's cheeks visibly blushed, and she whispered, "You'd better go now."

"Okay."

Chen Yi took a step out the door, looking back to see Yin Tingxue watching him as he left, and when Dong Gong Ruoshu came forward wearing a tiger mask, Yin Tingxue's eyes focused even more intently.

This little fox...

Chen Yi shook his head inwardly,

Usually, she wasn't like this, but ever since the arrival of Miss Donggong, after failing to grasp her own feelings, she became increasingly proactive.

Chen Yi smiled wryly, thinking that he should still give her some pressure, making her proactively show kindness. But suddenly, an inexplicable sense of guilt surged in his heart.

Along the way

"Chen... no, Young Master Qin."

Dong Gong Ruoshu suddenly spoke, and Chen Yi turned to look at her.

The stupid girl pointed to the fortune-telling stand by the roadside and said, "Shall we have our fortune read regarding marriage?"

Since ancient times, marriage fortune-telling has always been a significant matter between men and women. In the ordinary neighborhoods, matchmaking alone wasn't enough; a good fortune reading was necessary. Otherwise, if they married and later found out their zodiacs conflicted, resulting in an unhappy marriage and a broken home, what would they do then?

Chen Yi kept his gaze lowered; he had no particular interest in this stupid girl at the moment, nor did he have any intentions of going through such a superfluous activity. He smiled and said, "Let's rather not, Miss Donggong. It's no problem if we don't have it read. It'd be troublesome if the reading revealed something unexpected."

Miss Donggong slightly nodded. She had already gone through the wedding ceremony with Chen Yi, making the fortune-telling unnecessary. The so-called marriage fortune-telling was, in reality, just a way to strengthen their feelings for each other.

However, since she had already made substantial efforts to seduce Chen Yi, not having it read was no big deal.

The two of them gradually walked further towards the direction of Bright Moon Hall.

The street was bustling with people and traffic, unceasingly flowing. Just as the two walked past the fortune-telling stand, the yellow banner suddenly fluttered in the wind.

Sigil flags flapped, and the Taoist, wearing a multi-yarn headscarf, raised his hand to hold them down.

He looked at the backs of the already-departed figures, and the bronze Compass hanging at his waist unexpectedly spun three rounds on its own, finally pointing directly westward. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"A living person walks in the shadow world, Yang Fire envelops calamity..."

He crushed the nearly extinguished incense stick between his fingers,

"In the end, it's been found. This King Yan is summoning the living Yin Official..."