My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 914 - 538: Who Among the World’s Heroes Can Be My Match?

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After bidding farewell to Zhang Shengzhen, the two exchanged a courteous gesture, ready to part ways.

Chen Yi suddenly said, "Wait a moment, my friend."

Zhang Shengzhen stopped in his tracks, unsure of the reason.

Chen Yi spoke slowly, "It's rare to meet someone by chance and forget to introduce myself. My surname is Chen, given name Yi."

Zhang Shengzhen first appeared to recall something, then hesitated briefly, his voice trembling as he said, "You are that... the Battalion Commander Chen?"

"Yes, the very same Battalion Commander Chen wanted nationwide."

Zhang Shengzhen, unable to remain calm, had his legs trembling slightly, oftentimes wanting to speak but holding back. However, he quickly thought of Chen Yi's conduct and realized that even if he were a demon, he was not one to kill indiscriminately. He finally nodded with difficulty.

Chen Yi smiled and said, "I hope you, Mr. Zhang, will spread my name."

Zhang Shengzhen was momentarily stunned, then suddenly understood, saying, "Understood."

He then turned and left, his figure gradually disappearing into the dim sky.

Chen Yi exhaled and returned to the place, looking at Donggong Ruoshu's body on the ground, lost in thought.

Miss Donggong drifted to Chen Yi's side, pondering with him.

Chen Yi glanced sideways at her and asked, "What are you thinking about here?"

Donggong Ruoshu retorted, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about how to handle your body; it can't be left in the Square Land. I'm afraid I'll have to carry it all the way." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Oh, I'm also thinking about how to deal with my body; it can't be left in the Square Land. I'm afraid I'll have to carry it all the way."

Chen Yi sighed; discussing matters with this stupid girl was indeed troublesome.

Come to think of it, such a large body, carried on the back, would surely arouse suspicion. It needs to be disguised and hidden. After pondering briefly, Chen Yi concluded that the best current solution would be to find a coffin, put Donggong Ruoshu's body inside it, and then carry it on his back.

Dressed in mourning, it would be no different than a filial son carrying a coffin home for filial piety.

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Misty rain obscures everything.

Within the teashop, looking out the window, the landscape is picturesque, naturally a place of scenic beauty. The view faintly includes a corner of the Tengwang Pavilion's eaves, merged with the stormy sky as one. A white-robed female crown sips tea in the wind, every movement full of a carefree allure.

The woman beside her was like a beautiful ghostly shadow.

Miss Lin was always seen with a worried face, instantly recognizable as a widow left in a lonely chamber. Even if she bothers herself with one thing a day, it should tire her, but she remains endlessly vexed by the same thing day by day.

Even her maid Xiuhe had many whispered complaints about this, but due to the master-servant relationship, it was hard to mention.

Throughout this journey south, although not dressed in mourning clothes, her attire was not lavish. Upon learning she was about to meet Chen Yi, she instead put on mourning garb. Yin Weiyin was increasingly satisfied seeing she couldn't compete for prominence.

This is just perfect—Chen Yi cannot dislike her, and she won't overshadow the main guest. With Lin Wanxiao by her side as a foil, she appears even more considerate and refined, a true National Beauty.

Having now entered Jiangxi and with Dragon and Tiger Mountain not far away, they heard along the way that the Yin Sword Mountain Sword Armor was heading to Dragon and Tiger Mountain for sword-related matters. Yin Weiyin had a hunch that Chen Yi would definitely head to Dragon and Tiger Mountain as well.

She knew Chen Yi too well; he was someone who couldn't stay away from allure.

This is good, no need to search deliberately; a coincidental encounter will do.

Moreover, descending from the sky, he would surely be dazzled, as if seeing a Heavenly Person.

Such clever tactics indeed, a light gleamed in Yin Weiyin's beautiful eyes as she gazed into the distance over the calming lake, feeling an oversight of all the mountains even from where she stood.

But halfway through this sheen, it slightly came to a pause.

Yin Weiyin's forehead creased gently. In the distant streets and alleys, passersby were sparse, enveloped in a thin mist. A one-armed woman walked gracefully from within the smoky rain.

Though it seemed inappropriate, a term surfaced in her mind,

Who in the world can stand against a hero?