My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 873 - 524: Reunion with Zhu E (Triple Bonus - )

Chen Yi casually pulled up a chair and sat down, turning to Donggong Ruoshu and said, "Did you notice anything?"

"What did you notice?" Donggong Ruoshu retorted.

"Su Hongtao, and the monk and Taoist by his side—the monk's Buddhist name is Ji Yuan from Baolian Temple, and the Daoist is a Judge patrolling the human world from the Underworld. These two are mixed together, Su Hongtao...is not simple."

Donggong Ruoshu nodded and said, "You're really amazing, I hadn't even noticed before you spotted everything."

Chen Yi was speechless for a moment, silently contemplating what he had seen tonight.

Originally, he was attending a banquet with Chu Yiyuan, just as a courtesy, and also to see what kind of person Su Hongtao was.

But now, sorting through the information he had obtained, he realized he had gained a lot.

The monk and the Taoist by Su Hongtao's side—one is Ji Yuan from Baolian Temple, the other is a Judge from the Yama Hall's Investigation Department, both with significant backgrounds. These two traveling with Su Hongtao seem to be his greatest support.

As for how Su Hongtao, a Standard Second Rank local official, connected with this monk and Taoist, and where the Judge's orders from King Yan came from, what conspiracy lies behind it...

Chen Yi had no intention of investigating.

He had no interest in unraveling the complex relationships in the political scene of Hu-Guang, nor in being moved by the fame; those weren't his concerns. He came, he left, only caring about the task of killing.

"What are you thinking about?" Donggong Ruoshu asked, noticing he was deep in thought.

Chen Yi glanced at her, then said, "About killing."

"Why suddenly think about killing?"

"We won't be staying long in Wuchang Prefecture, and with thirty percent of the White Lotus Sect people remaining in the Hu-Guang area, if they all head to Jiangxi, the chaos of the White Lotus Sect might never cease," Chen Yi said slowly. "Killing is a good way to solve problems; you kill the person causing the problem, and it's settled."

"Oh, that's immoral."

"The most effective methods are often immoral. I am just a passerby; the longer I stay, the deeper I'll sink, so leaving quickly is of no harm and no benefit. The next step is to deal with Su Hongtao. He's creating problems; kill him, and it's over." Chen Yi spat out the seed of the longan.

"So whoever creates problems, you kill them?" Donggong Ruoshu paused, then suddenly asked, "Then will you kill me?"

Chen Yi was taken aback, then laughed, "So you know you're causing problems."

Donggong Ruoshu peeled a longan and handed it over, saying, "Here's a longan for you, don't kill me."

What she said had no ups and downs, neither jokingly nor with the slightest trace of fear, but rather appeared exceptionally sincere.

Chen Yi thought for a while, then accepted it, smiling, "To you, I'm not just a passerby; no matter what, I won't attack you."

This clumsy girl couldn't be deceived in such matters. She had a simple nature, and if she took it seriously, it would be troublesome... Seeing Donggong Ruoshu staring intently at him, Chen Yi smiled and tossed the longan into his mouth. The fruits and vegetables in this Bright Moon Hall were full of water and sweetness except...

"...why is it a bit salty?"

"I didn't wash my hands."

"..."

Chen Yi took a deep breath and peeled several more longans himself, throwing them all into his mouth at once. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Donggong Ruoshu didn't seem to notice anything wrong, continuing to peel and eat longans. The southern climate of East Yu was warm, with many novel fruits she had never eaten before, each sweeter than the West Jin ones, and the clumsy girl, having a strong appetite, couldn't stop eating, even licking off the juice on her fingers.

Donggong Ruoshu chewed the sweet flesh, a drop of juice slipped from the corner of her mouth, slid down to her neck, and into her clothes, causing an itch. She reached out her hand to scratch upwards, trembling slightly as she did.

This clumsy girl... Chen Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, sighed helplessly. It's human nature to like curvaceous figures; he did too, but somehow, perhaps due to a natural clash, he'd always had slight issues with those of voluptuous figure.

People like the Little Fox, Min Ning, and Lu Ying got along fairly well, even Yin Weiyin was just right, not too big or small.

So it seems, maybe the Little Fox was right; smaller chests are better.

Donggong Ruoshu kept eating, cleaning out all the longans in the fruit bowl, leaving the table scattered with longan seeds and bitter yellow peels. After clapping her hands, she casually wiped her hands on the top of the headboard chest plate.

"None as big as mine, yet they're the headliner," she said childishly, then stretched, elongating her "hmm" while saying, "It's warm here, warmer than the main hall."

Chen Yi smiled helplessly; Donggong Ruoshu was always like this, regardless of time and place. At times, it made her prone to causing trouble, but she seemed to have great fortune; even if trouble did arise, she always ended up perfectly fine, and perhaps even ended up benefiting from mishaps.

The private room fell silent for a while; neither made the slightest sound as Chen Yi calculated the time, quietly waiting for half an hour until Chu Yiyuan sent someone to knock on the door.

Based on the information currently held, Chu Yiyuan was likely going to kill Han Xiu, pushing Su Hongtao directly to a dead end with no room for delay in the matter of the White Lotus Sect's transfer.

Calling him in was merely to potentially shift the blame onto the Ming'an Divine Sect, preparing for both outcomes.

Chen Yi didn't care if Han Xiu lived or died, he had no personal connections with him; he only cared about killing Su Hongtao, allowing him to die heroically at the hands of the White Lotus Evil People.

As he analyzed carefully,

suddenly,

a string of hurried footsteps rang out in the hallway outside,

"Someone's been killed! An assassin! There's an assassin!"

...

The hall quieted suddenly, the previous clamor dissipating like a tide, cut through at a certain moment by a sharp sound. It wasn't an ordinary exclamation, but the gasp when a shoulder was pierced.