My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 943 - 547: Vegetable People (Double-Length)

Yin Weiyin felt dizzy, almost fainting.

Back on Taihua Mountain, Donggong Ruoshu had promised her, assuring that she had nothing with Chen Yi, and Chen Yi also denied any relationship between them. Now, less than a year later, Donggong had become Chen Yi's deceased wife.

Chen Yi was even observing mourning for Donggong!

No wonder he met with everyone else but refused to see me!

Chen Yi suddenly turned around, his eyes like sharp arrows fixed on the Green Grain Flying Sword,

"What are you doing?"

Yin Weiyin also turned her head, seeing Chen Yi looking at her with vigilance. He took a few steps to guard the coffin, forcing her back, arousing even more anger in the female crown.

You're still protecting her?

Yin Weiyin couldn't help but get angry, the Flying Sword quivering intensely in response.

Chen Yi didn't understand why the Flying Sword was acting crazy, only feeling an inexplicable revulsion, sensing a mutual incompatibility. He hadn't realized it was just like when he first met Yin Weiyin.

The Flying Sword darted back and forth, plunging this way and that. Its chilling glow made people uneasy. Chen Yi reached out and grabbed the sword, which continued to tremble violently, not calming down like before.

Murderous intent flashed in Chen Yi's eyes as he gradually exerted more force.

The Flying Sword continued to struggle fiercely. But after a slight shift, it seemed to make contact with his gaze and suddenly stopped.

It was as if a bucket of cold water was poured over her. Yin Weiyin shivered with cold sweat.

Some unpleasant memories surged in, momentarily suppressing her raging anger at catching them in the act. The female crown paused the Flying Sword, taking a couple of breaths.

Seeing the Flying Sword stop, Chen Yi hesitated but released his grip. Without understanding the situation fully, rashly breaking this Flying Sword would be unwise.

The Flying Sword retreated, inverted and planted into the ground. Yin Weiyin's face turned slightly pale as she bit her lip, coming back to her senses. Chen Yi's gaze had been so dangerous—how could she not know? In the past, she and Chen Yi had been fierce rivals, matching each other's brilliance at times.

The Green Grain Flying Sword belonged to Dragon and Tiger Mountain. If it broke, it broke. But losing track of Chen Yi and others afterward was a bigger concern. She wanted to see how deep their affection really ran.

Thus, it would be appropriate to hold them accountable later.

Yin Weiyin made up her mind, suppressing her momentary humiliation, deciding to first observe the situation.

The young girl was startled by Chen Yi, chattering with him as she returned and took small steps forward.

She whispered, "Is everything alright? He's just a bit wary of you."

The Flying Sword bobbed up and down, mimicking a nod.

Yin Tingxue asked, "What should I call you? Brother Feijian or Sister Feijian?" She extended her hands, "Left for Brother, right for Sister."

Yin Weiyin naturally leaned toward the right hand, thinking, it's Tingxue who truly cares for people.

Regarding the Little Fox, such a young mistress, Yin Weiyin felt understandably sympathetic, especially since the Little Fox had once helped her in a time of crisis. How could she not be satisfied?

After all, she knew about Chen Yi's roving eye, similar to a primary wife viewing concubines. Without her consent, he couldn't dally with other women. Especially with the forbidden Donggong Ruoshu, who almost truly became Chen Yi's First Lady.

Despite many grievances, Yin Weiyin kept silent for the time being. It was late, and Chen Yi and Yin Tingxue were about to rest.

...…

Approximately three hours later.

Donggong Ruoshu groggily awoke. Previously, while hiding in the coffin to escape danger, she had fainted, conveniently getting a good sleep, and now she felt refreshed as she prepared to stretch.

Suddenly, she saw a Flying Sword extended in front of her, maliciously pointing its tip at her.

"This is..."

Donggong Ruoshu was puzzled when Chen Yi grabbed her soul into his palm, turned away, and transmitted a secret message:

"This Flying Sword has a spirit. Don't provoke it or speak to it."

Donggong Ruoshu nodded with partial understanding, realizing that the Flying Sword could be both a foe and a friend, definitely not easy to deal with.

So she floated back into the coffin, letting Chen Yi cover it with a board and carry it on his back.

Chen Yi took a deep breath, glanced at Yin Tingxue; it was time to set off.

The Green Grain Flying Sword followed closely. Yin Weiyin looked at the coffin, recalling the spirit-like figure of Donggong Ruoshu. Though unclear about what they had experienced, Chen Yi dressed in mourning clothes was undoubtedly deeply connected to her.

Her heart sank, wondering what she was scheming while watching Chen Yi and the others pull away, hastily following.

After yesterday, the Demon Refining Abyss regained some of its deathly silence. Intertwined branches of withered trees divided the sky, shrouded in a dark gray. Chen Yi guessed that after a surprise attack, after a series of offensives and defenses, the White Lotus Sect people had scattered throughout the Demon Refining Abyss, while those Jianghu martial artists continued waves of obliteration.

Which direction should he go first?

Chen Yi kept thinking, wanting to divine, but shook his head in denial. In the realm of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, divination might mislead him.

Thinking thus, he could only forge ahead silently. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Time passed unknowably as midday came with the sun high, yet still little light could be seen in the Demon Refining Abyss, shrouded in dark, gloomy colors, barely allowing the path ahead to be seen.

At this moment, every rustle felt extraordinary.

But along the way, there was almost no rustling at all.

Chen Yi cautiously advanced in the Demon Refining Abyss, his spirits tense for a long time, found nothing amiss. Passing a junction, he saw a stele standing on the road ahead.

The inscriptions on the stele had blurred beyond recognition.

In any case, there were structures ahead.

Chen Yi focused, his hand gently resting on the scabbard. Yin Tingxue's breathing quickened, worried about what might emerge, yet feeling reassured with him there, nothing would be too concerning.