My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 889 - 530: Hollowed Out (Triple Release, Combined)

The sound of hooves rang out outside the restaurant; having heard that the battle here was over, Su Hongtao rode over in haste.

He dismounted quickly, tossed the reins to the constables, and strode inside.

The killing intent had dissipated, but Su Hongtao bowed his head, seeming to still hear the relentless wails, screams, and cries of pain from the sprawled corpses with open mouths...

Su Hongtao turned his head and asked, "Are they all dead?"

The armored soldier clasped his fist, his voice as cold as iron, "Report to Anshan Gong, White Lotus Rebels resisted to the death and did not surrender; they are all dead, none survived."

Su Hongtao paused for a moment before calmly withdrawing his gaze, stepping through the dry, fetid blood, heading towards the second floor, turning the entrance hall, and pushing the door open to see racks of bloodstained weapons, a table covered with severed limbs and maps, and four or five dead bodies.

The old man, Su Hongtao recognized; days before, he had glimpsed him in the restaurant, his chest caved in with a large hole, threads of chilling cold exuding from inside, unmistakably Ji Yuan's handiwork.

All was silent; Su Hongtao did not understand his own emotions, only that his eyes were obscure.

After a long time, he waved his hand, instructing:

"Throw all the prepared items down."

The armored soldier clasped his fist again, responding in a deep voice, "Understood!"

Soon after, as Su Hongtao left the restaurant, each armored soldier placed some insignificant things upon each corpse, as if gathering the dead.

Nothing more than tokens of Han Xiu colluding with the White Lotus Sect...

......

Watching the people of the Ming'an Divine Sect come and go within the secluded courtyard, Yin Tingxue couldn't help but feel nervous, holding a tea bowl and pretending to gaze at the sky.

Chen Yi glanced at Yin Tingxue from the window lattice, understanding the girl's apprehensions.

In a previous life, he was killed by Yin Tingxue, who had been established as Saintess by the Ming'an Divine Sect, thus he harbored little goodwill towards the Ming'an Divine Sect, even hating it fiercely for a long time. The current Yin Tingxue was somewhat affected by this.

Rather than being influenced, Yin Tingxue inherently disliked the Ming'an Divine Sect's disregard for human life and its focus on souls. She feared too much contact with the Ming'an Divine Sect might lead her to be feared by him. Nowadays, the Little Fox increasingly cared about his view of her, which Chen Yi understood well.

Zhu E approached with tea in hand, Chen Yi took it with both hands, her gaze lingering on Yin Tingxue momentarily.

The Saintess was born to serve the Ming Venerable.

No matter what, as long as the Ming Venerable commands, actions must follow without question.

Yin Tingxue could serve the Ming Venerable before understanding her identity, and Zhu E felt honored for her.

After tasting the tea, Chen Yi slowly said, "When will you leave Wuchang?"

Zhu E turned her eyes back, shyly glancing at Chen Yi, softly saying, "The gentleman's intent is not in the wine."

Chen Yi only chuckled, "What are you talking about? You're obviously misinterpreting it."

"Whenever Su Hongtao dies, then we'll leave Wuchang," Zhu E paused, seeming to discern Chen Yi's implied meaning, added, "Many affairs in Jinghuang South need the Divine Sect's handling; I cannot accompany you temporarily. Besides, Dragon and Tiger Mountain has always disliked our kind of 'heretic deviants.' Even if we insist on going, it might only create trouble."

Chen Yi nodded slightly, already anticipating this answer.

Zhu E said, "However, allow me to say, the situation in Jiangxi is undoubtedly more complex than in Hu-Guang. You should focus and avoid getting distracted, especially by... beauty."

Chen Yi raised an eyebrow; almost everyone said similar words, worried he would be distracted by beauty, yet he was self-restrained and wouldn't be so careless.

"Beauty doesn't necessarily cause trouble; perhaps it can add excitement."

After finishing his tea, Chen Yi placed the bowl down, leaned towards Zhu E, his hand already clasping her waist. His gentle demeanor in recent days was merely a mask favored by lecherous individuals.

The Princess's eyes flashed momentarily but didn't immediately lean closer, instead teased, "Gentleman, your words are not finished yet."

"Not finished?" Chen Yi urged her to finish talking quickly, his hand already advancing towards the rounded, seemingly gleaming place.

Zhu E turned her head, looking at Yin Tingxue in the courtyard, pondered for a moment, then said, "Tingxue has been following the gentleman for quite some time."

Chen Yi was puzzled, only saw the normally alluring eyes glisten with a sudden fervor.

Yet she appeared indifferent as she said:

"If you are the Ming Venerable, then she ought to be the Saintess.

Yet all this time, she hasn't shown a Saintess demeanor."

Chen Yi's fingers abruptly tightened, the flesh pressing out from between them, and a faint moan of pain echoed around his ears.

Zhu E turned her eyes aside to glare, but instantly stopped, seeing the man with half his face cloaked in shadow, grinning as he said:

"Zhu E, am I to let you instruct me?"

His eyes glinted with a hint of blood, and Zhu E suddenly recalled the Sect Hierarch leading her along the narrow, winding path of the Holy Mountain; the midday sun shone through the crimson and yellow glass at a subtle angle, casting light on the murals, holding the sun wheel in the left hand and the moon wheel in the right, countless dark demons crumbled, the golden thread on silk seemed to come alive as it rose and fell amidst the dust, that was her entire impression of Him at the age of six. The Ming Venerable in the murals also had such bloody eyes.

"Dare not instruct the gentleman, merely carrying the Sect Hierarch's order here; if I can see the Ming Venerable, I'll pass it to you." Zhu E's voice was slightly low, yet still fervent.

Chen Yi remained expressionless, slowly said, "Speak."

Returning to the Southern Border, Zhu E would undoubtedly report everything to Sect Hierarch Gongsun Guan, even a fool could foresee that.

"From start to finish."

"Yes, Zhu E returned to the Southern Border, settled the Prince, then went to the Holy Mountain's main altar to ask instructions from the Sect Hierarch, recounting everything between you and me verbatim. Initially, Zhu E was worried the Sect Hierarch might deny your identity as the Ming Venerable, but unexpectedly, the Sect Hierarch made no definite answer, only instructed me the next time I meet you, to lead you and Tingxue to the Southern Border's main altar."