My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 905 - 535_2

"Oh, they are cooking salt to eat. My master said that mud can be used to cook salt."

Compared to Yin Tingxue, Miss Donggong had more Jianghu experience. She continued:

"Just watch, they have other things to eat, probably some bean rice, sweet potatoes, or thin porridge. All of these are edible."

"...Is that all they eat?"

"Yes, otherwise they'd be eating tree bark by now, and that's not tasty."

Donggong Ruoshu spoke without a care, her words were like a child's, with no regard for wealth or status, nor any sympathy or pity.

Yin Tingxue looked at this scene, her heart couldn't bear it, so she said, "Sister Donggong, can you share some food with them?"

"That's my own," Miss Donggong replied. "I know you and can share with you, but I don't know them."

The simple-minded girl didn't have so many twists and turns in her mind, but considering relationships and debts, Yin Tingxue thought a bit and said, "How about I owe you a favor?"

"That works." Donggong Ruoshu immediately divided a few pieces of cake for her, "You need to help me attract Chen Yi afterwards."

Yin Tingxue smiled broadly; Miss Donggong had a large chest, and also a large heart...

She immediately felt ashamed for having felt slightly antagonistic towards Miss Donggong before, secretly deciding to help Donggong Ruoshu in the future.

......

What Chen Yi saw on the way made him realize that those staying here to work the mines were all the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled.

He had always known that the chaos of the White Lotus Sect was not unfounded; these displaced civilians were the root of the White Lotus Sect.

Because he already knew this, the White Lotus Sect never swayed him. Civilians were civilians, and the White Lotus Sect was the White Lotus Sect.

Chen Yi ascended a height to overlook a broad area; he took in the terrain at a glance. The mountains stretched endlessly, and the village lay nestled in the valley between, at a low point.

This should be a place where water gathers. When heavy rains come, this area would definitely be flooded. Many waterlogged souls might have perished here, but...

Chen Yi couldn't detect any hint of yin energy.

"This is really strange," Chen Yu murmured.

"Rainwater generates yin energy; wherever the rain falls, yin energy gathers," the Old Saintess said, also frowning. "Why don't you summon some rain and see?"

Feigning the mystic is a usual trick of a Taoist. Zhou Yitang had never officially granted Chen Yi a Taoist name, making him more like a wild Taoist of the forest, performing his old craft.

Chen Yi pinched out a rain prayer charm; the talisman paper was dark brown, the script elegant, evidently drawn by Yin Weiyin. He glanced at it, noticing a mistake at the end, thinking its effectiveness would be diminished, but no matter, it would count eventually.

Chen Yi gently blew on the paper, preparing to toss it up, when inexplicably, a cool sensation brushed his cheek.

Huh?

Chen Yi drew the talisman back; his stern face was touched by raindrops, and a drizzling rain was pouring in from afar.

Someone was here.

......

"Elder, can this method really flush out the White Lotus Sect people?"

Silhouettes flickered among the trees, and voices sounded from within.

"Don't rush, don't rush, this is absorbing yang energy."

"Absorbing yang energy? What does that mean?" another one-eyed man asked.

"The yin and yang of heaven and earth are not distinctly separate, within yin there is yang, and within yang there is yin. If we look aimlessly, it is no different from searching for a needle in a haystack, possibly dying before finding them."

Zhang Shengzhen said unhurriedly:

"Here, as long as the yin energy is thick, the yang energy is like ink spots on white paper. Wherever the White Lotus Sect people gather, they will have nowhere to hide."

"I don't understand, why not just kill them? My blade's getting dull," the one-eyed man said.

"Don't be bothered by this rude man, elder; once we slaughter this group of White Lotus Sect people, we will be well compensated."

The one speaking was the head of this group of martial artists, named He Wei. They were from Shanxi Jinzhou, heading south for the Hero Conference on Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

Since they were going to pay their respects to the mountain, how could they not bring a gift? Having learned from a monk that this was a logistics base for the White Lotus Sect, each of them wanted a few heads as a gift to uphold the reputation of their Zhe Dao Sect.

Zhang Shengzhen smiled and said, "Your Jianghu spirit is admirable. Coincidentally, I'm heading to Dragon and Tiger Mountain as well. How about we travel together?"

As his words fell, the group of men hesitated. This Zhang Shengzhen appeared to be a wild Taoist, trying to leverage his way into Dragon and Tiger Mountain by riding on the Zhe Dao Sect's reputation. Taking such a person to the Hero Conference would tarnish their reputation, wouldn't it?

But at the moment, they needed his help, so they couldn't say anything.

Seeing this, Zhang Shengzhen was slightly displeased but said, "Don't look down on me just because I seem down-and-out. Recently, I've had amiable talks with Sage Lady Lu of Yin Sword Mountain, and we've exchanged Daoist insights."

He Wei laughed and said, "We certainly won't slight you, elder. Let's find the people first."

Although Zhang Shengzhen was displeased, he knew that these men had paid him, and he needed to display his divine prowess now more than ever to impress these rough martial artists.

The rain fell, and Zhang Shengzhen chanted secretly.

After a moment, he said, "I've found them."

The crowd leaned closer, their faces tense.

"However," Zhang Shengzhen furrowed his brows and murmured, "they're all old, weak, sick, and disabled..."

His words made everyone slightly hesitant. They had expected a bloody battle, with blades clashing and sparks flying. Instead, this was the reality.

It made sense; if they weren't old, weak, sick, and disabled, why would they stay in such a godforsaken place?

But does that mean they shouldn't proceed? According to Jianghu rules, one shouldn't mercilessly kill the old, weak, women, and children; thus, they considered retreating.

After a long silence, someone suddenly spoke up:

"We've come this far; let's kill them anyway."

A man slapped his thigh and said, "That's right, they're all White Lotus Evil People, not a single innocent among them."

"Haha, who cares about the old, weak, sick, or disabled? Kill them all!" the one-eyed man said, unsheathing his large knife.

"When picking persimmons, choose the soft ones to squeeze. If they weren't old, weak, sick, or disabled, we wouldn't kill them." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The men of the Zhe Dao Sect shouted, and within moments, they had crossed the barrier of Jianghu rules.

On the contrary, Zhang Shengzhen, the old Taoist, seemed a bit pale, pondering long. Finally, he let out a sigh.

It couldn't be helped that these old, weak, sick, and disabled people had joined the White Lotus Sect. Since they had fallen into the Demon Path and become White Lotus Evil People, everyone had their fate.

The men took up their weapons and descended the mountain, proceeding along the mountain path towards the dilapidated village. Their blades gleamed sharply, looking like a pack of tigers descending from the mountain. Even the most ruthless mountain bandits would have to think twice.

They are separate and shouldn't interfere with one another.

However.

Suddenly, a light breeze swept through, and He Wei saw a young man in a Taoist robe, wearing a sword and carrying a blade, standing in the middle of the mountain path. He seemed like a solitary ink spot in the wind, with his sleeves fluttering like a ghost.

The group of men slowed their pace but did not stop. He Wei fondled the handle of his blade, about to shout, "Who goes there?"

"Who are you?"

Before they could speak, the young man questioned them first.

"Who are we?" the one-eyed man laughed and said, "Where'd this stinky Taoist come from, blocking our way for no reason? Get lost as far as you can, it doesn't concern you."

Clearly, they'd encountered a barrier on the path and wanted to scare him off.

The man did not leave; not only did he not leave, but he also walked over slowly.

Dressed in a Taoist robe, the White Lotus Sect people loved disguising themselves as Taoists. He Wei glanced to the side, signaling the one-eyed man.

The one-eyed man understood immediately, stepping aside half a step, allowing He Wei to approach.

The Taoist stopped a few feet away in front of He Wei. With a smile, He Wei cupped his fist and said:

"Young master, excuse us. Have you heard of the Zhe Dao Sect from Jinzhou?"

Before the words had even fully left his mouth, He Wei slashed at him with his blade.

This sudden explosion was powerful and heavy, almost about to...

Stuck.

Mid-strike, the blade was abruptly caught between two fingertips, and everyone...

The fingertips pinched the blade, and with a light twist, the hefty blade snapped in half with a loud crack.

"I've heard of it."

Understanding, and also the Breaking Law Gate imparted by Zhou Yitang. If this Old Saintess meets Zhu E, they will surely settle accounts, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Although it may not be concealed for long, Chen Yi needed time to prepare appropriately.

Chen Yi got up to wash up; when he returned to his room, he didn't bring Square Land back to the bedroom.

The scent of Zhu E still seemed to linger at the tip of his nose. Their brief, intimate, beautiful, and full moment was separated by clothing. Chen Yi's heart tingled slightly. Miao Clan women are adept at using this tactic to lure people, leaving them with lingering emotions just as they depart.