My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 923 - 542: Missed a Few Chapters (Quadruple Bonus - )

The night passed.

In the morning, Chen Yi learned from the innkeeper that the group of Martial Artist Taoists had already left. He nodded slightly, thinking they must have returned to Dragon and Tiger Mountain to report back.

He figured that this group of Daoists would embellish the story when they got back, painting him as a heinous villain. Chen Yi didn't care much; his involvement in this affair was accidental, and since he was only here to deliver a sword, he didn't need to worry about how the Daoists viewed him.

Chen Yi went outside the inn to buy some breakfast and stepped in with his left foot first.

Returning to the room, he was about to walk past the screen when he suddenly heard Yin Tingxue's playful voice: "Hold on! I'm bathing with Sister Donggong."

Chen Yi was slightly stunned, inexplicably feeling a surge of heat in his lower abdomen.

He suddenly felt dirty all over.

With blood coursing through his body, Chen Yi was a bit surprised by the unrestrained flow of his yang energy. He toyed with the idea of barging in, but quickly dismissed it.

Losing face after having pretended to be a master last night would be dishonorable. Moreover, with an innocent girl present, it's inappropriate to act wantonly during the day.

As his thoughts swirled, Chen Yi remembered the times when the young girl used to nestle against him in the bath. She was always shy; even after marriage, she was reluctant to bathe together. It wasn't until he strongly coaxed her, even spanking her a few times, that she begrudgingly got into the water. Back then, she was still his concubine, and Chen Yi held her tenderly for a long time, but her shoulders trembled, and the water rippled along... She was always this afraid of him.

In the past, he felt no guilt when teasing the Little Fox; he bullied her as he pleased. On one occasion, when she stepped in with her left foot first, he pulled her onto the bed.

Chen Yi sighed, realizing things were different now. He couldn't just bully her without a reason. Looking back, she had always been endearing, and he had always been softhearted, first agreeing to learn to like her, then taking her to Yintai Temple, becoming boyfriend and girlfriend, giving her gifts... Gradually, their relationship shifted from master and concubine to something resembling a marriage. He slowly stopped punishing her.

After some time, Yin Tingxue emerged fully dressed, encountering Chen Yi as she came around the screen. She exclaimed, "Chen Yi, I want to punish you."

Chen Yi raised an eyebrow and replied with a laugh, "Oh, what for?"

"You stepped in with your left foot first."

Chen Yi was taken aback, his thoughts caught by the Little Fox. He pinched her freshly washed, moist face with a smile, "What's my punishment?"

"Feed me... okay?" she asked cautiously.

Of course, Chen Yi obliged, replying gently, "Alright, I'll play with you for a while."

Yin Tingxue, with a smile, was about to move to the table when an untimely voice called from the bath: "Tingxue, there's still some area not properly dried." She repeated it twice.

"I dried it, where isn't it clean?" Yin Tingxue hurried back to the bathroom.

"Here, here, underneath your chest, it collects water and gets dirty, and there's a smell."

Yin Tingxue looked down, realizing she might never have this trouble.

Chen Yi: "...."

"Oh, you're still young, it's normal not to know."

Donggong Ruoshu said matter-of-factly. Yin Tingxue, unwilling to show a mean face, calmly picked up the towel and started wiping, then she heard something... Why was he thinking dirty thoughts again?

Yin Tingxue frowned, scrubbed hard, trying to make the big bundle smaller. Donggong Ruoshu was not angry; she thought the girl was not using enough force.

She could hear it.

The girl thought, somewhat aggrieved, if the Bodhisattva Guanyin had a large bosom, Chen Yi would probably have shaved his head and become a monk.

Alas… how could she have such serious thoughts? Bodhisattva Guanyin, forgive me...

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Capital City.

After the turmoil, Wuyong Building suffered heavy losses. Many of its branches and claws were pruned by the Heavenly Family, replaced, and what was once an independent Jianghu intelligence organization, supported by Jin Country's Chen Family, gradually became dominated, with even the Chen Family's daughter given away. In this situation, Pavilion Master Li Jisheng had no means to change the course and could only take it one step at a time.

Luckily, the past year had seen favorable weather, and Wuyong Building's stellar reputation still stood, with connections remaining intact. Various Jianghu people continued to visit.

Li Jisheng walked slowly around the corridor with a shrewd smile on his face.

A distinguished guest had arrived today.

Lifeng Pavilion.

Assassin organizations were either despised or feared. Lifeng Pavilion was notoriously the latter, with assassins traversing between Western Jin and East Yu countries, killing as effortlessly as taking something from a bag. This time, they had been tasked by a prominent family from Western Jin to assassinate someone Li Jisheng was somewhat familiar with.

Min Ning.

"No need for pleasantries, Mr. Li. Let's cut to the chase. Our Lifeng Pavilion has learned of two Min Nings, one in Western Shu and one in the Southeast. Which is real, which is fake?" asked Han Diao Zhong Hou, the incense master of Lifeng Pavilion.

Li Jisheng discarded any thoughts of exchanging courtesies. A businessman must seek desires with others. He said, "I think one is the real Min Ning, while the other is certainly a fake Min Ning impersonated by Chen Yi, the Battalion Commander. Let me warn you, the latter... is not easy to deal with."

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Li. If we encounter the fake Min Ning, preserving a complete corpse would be good fortune." Zhong Hou replied, "Name your price."

Li Jisheng looked pained, "When Wuyong Building fell into trouble years ago, Battalion Commander Chen Yi helped us out. He is a great benefactor to us."

"We'll offer more money."

"It's not all about the money..." Li Jisheng was about to continue when he saw the other party reach for their purse again, forcing a wry smile: "The real Min Ning is in Western Shu."