My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

His voice was not loud, he said calmly: "You are a Great Demon, if you were merely residing in isolation, it wouldn’t matter. I have been away from the mundane world for many years, there are countless people in the world who cut down demons and remove evil, even if they are discontent, they would not break their own small rules to personally hunt you down.

However, I have established rules with the Heavenly People on the Great Heavenly Mountain, during my lifetime, regardless of any divine beings, none shall arbitrarily alter time, fathom cause and effect, especially since... with Ming Venerable ahead, I might as well see for myself what constitutes a Great Fiendish Deity."​

As his words fell, he raised his right hand, not clenched fist, just a virtual press.

The movement was lighter than when Purity Saintess pressed out the River of Time earlier, yet it caused the surrounding space to ripple like a lake surface, not violent tremor, but a type of realignment tremor.

The disrupted myriad phenomena and past scenes began to flow back into the river guided by his Martial Intent, even the ruptured hole started to gently mend itself. ​

Xu Qi’s gaze finally fell upon the faceless visage of Purity Saintess and he smiled,

"This path is impassable."

Purity Saintess lowered her brows like a Bodhisattva, indifferent, and after a long while she said softly:

"You may not be able to keep me here."

Xu Qi laughed heartily, it had been a long time since anyone spoke to him like this, but then his brows sank as he made a gesture that was extremely confident yet exuded Grandmaster demeanor.

True Heavenly People raised his hand and said:

"Please."

As Xu Qi spoke the word "please," the heavens and earth suddenly fell silent.

The Bright Hall in Purity Saintess’s palm lightly spun, its radiance flowing while billions of falling light threads abruptly went taut, no longer the gentle flow, suddenly transformed into countless sword shadows.

Soundlessly and without trace, they already enveloped Xu Qi.

These light threads do not harm flesh, they are specialized in severing existence, ordinary Martial Artist touching them would instantly face spirit extinction.

Xu Qi remained standing, merely raised his right hand slightly, and with his fingertip lightly scraped three feet before him.

Buzz!

The sword shadows collided with the invisible barrier, like winter snow meeting sunshine, silently dissolved and disintegrated.

A domain of three meters around him became a self-contained world, immune to all methods.

Chen Yi squinted his eyes.

The halo around Purity Saintess slightly fluctuated, triggering the nearby not yet settled Time Fragments, causing instant space-time distortion, myriad past and future scenes like Mirror Flower Water Moon trapped Xu Qi at the center.

Xu Qi nevertheless chuckled heartily, stepping forward and actually voluntarily entered that chaotic time current.

His figure within alternately appeared and disappeared, yet always solid as before, no matter the thousand times time tore at him, he remained unmoved, instead, he backhandedly struck a fist towards the yet unhealed River of Time,

Boom!

Martial Intent penetrated the space-time, causing the entire river to violently shake. Purity Saintess’s spell was momentarily disrupted, the radiance around her body flickered unstably.

"A worthy True Heavenly Person." Her voice for the first time contained coldness.

The Bright Hall in her palm abruptly retracted its brilliance, its towering phantasm seemingly came alive, the hall doors swung open, revealing the nascent chaos light within, beginning to ferment and gather.

She was about to invoke the Bright Hall’s essence, execute the true authority of "Ming Venerable."

Xu Qi felt the gathering of that power, his clear face showed no fear but rather displayed a pleasure found in hunting, his previously plain aura began to rise, not a surge of Martial Intent, but becoming dense like mountains, as if he filled the heaven and earth standing there.

The clash between the two had yet to genuinely unfold, but the entire expanse started to mourn.

In the distance, the mountains slightly trembled, even the sky-reaching light columns rippled.

Chen Yi protected the two women retreating ten yards, only feeling chest tightness.

Donggong Ruoshu said tremulously: "They... this..."

Yin Tingxue watched the two confronting in the sky, gently saying: "Deities clashing..."

The two women were both astonished by the intimidation, it was their first time witnessing such an encounter beyond First Grade.

Chen Yi slightly narrowed his eyes, incessantly tapped the sword with his fingers, in several breaths grasped the essence within.

Among them Xu Qi grasped three parts, Purity Saintess grasped five parts.

As Chen Yi was brooding, in this quiet frozen World of Ignorance, suddenly a breeze swept by.

The wind arose with no origin, yet carried the morning dew’s refreshing clarity from between the mountains, softly caressing this land that had just undergone a great upheaval.

"Sect Hierarch." Yin Tingxue exclaimed.

The voice carried unconcealed astonishment.

Chen Yi turned his head, only to see that clean white robe descend, followed by three Saintesses, two old and one young.

Without knowing when, the Demon Sect Hierarch Gongsun Guan had silently stood not far away, still in that spotless white sacrificial robe, his expression calm like an ancient deep pool.

Behind him, the Wisdom Saintess and the Great Strength Saintess stood on either side, their gazes complex as they scanned the scene before finally falling on Chen Yi, while Zhu E stood slightly behind, her head bowed and eyes lowered, fingers slightly curled.

The Demon Sect Hierarch Gongsun Guan gazed at Chen Yi and slowly said, "I have said, the Ming Venerable may not necessarily be you, and you may not necessarily be the Ming Venerable."

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone’s ears, carrying a sense of detachment as if he had long understood fate.

Chen Yi sneered, "Not necessarily."

He held the sword horizontally in front of him, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the sword’s spine, producing a faint clear ring, with threads of bright light hidden within.

The Old Saintess furrowed her brows, about to speak a reprimand, but glanced at the Purity Saintess in the distance, suspended like gods and buddhas, confronting Xu Qi, she still shook her head and closed her lips without speaking.

The Wisdom Saintess moved her lips, but swallowed back the words, as the current situation was too treacherous for her to discern.

Chen Yi looked past those two old women, his gaze unintentionally falling on Zhu E, who lowered her brows to avoid his gaze, but a moment later, suddenly raised her eyes, revealing a hint of determination, as she simultaneously slightly shifted her gaze, landing on Gongsun Guan.

That glance was swift as lightning, containing too many unspoken words.

No words were needed, Chen Yi understood her meaning.

Strike and kill Gongsun Guan first.

Chen Yi couldn’t help but shake his head in amused disbelief,

That was a First Grade expert, ranked seventh in the world; one must be out of their mind to think of striking first, yet even Zhu E had such desperate thoughts, showing how dire the situation had become.

His lips curled into a self-deprecating arc.

Facing a First Grade expert, no matter how one strikes first, it would be like an ant trying to shake a tree. But Zhu E’s action indicated that she felt they were almost at the end of their rope.

Yet in the end, she didn’t refuse to acknowledge herself as the Ming Venerable, did she...

Chen Yi felt a slight stir in his heart, as if a trace of unspeakable... love still lay deep within Zhu E’s determined eyes.

He turned his head and asked aloud, "The Hierarch came over here, surely not to show me some displeasure?"

"No need for that."

"To help me?"

Gongsun Guan shook his head.

"To kick me while I’m down?" Chen Yi slightly raised an eyebrow to ask.

Gongsun Guan shook his head again.

He was neither offering help in the snow nor looting a burning house, making his intentions all the more unfathomable.

His gaze passed over Chen Yi, looking once more toward the distant battlefield, as if waiting for something, or as if everything was already anticipated.

Chen Yi smirked slightly, the enigma’s inner thoughts were unreadable to all, so he asked directly:

"Then why are you here?"

"The Ming Venerable sent me."

This statement was as obscure as a cloud-mist veil, making it even harder to decipher.

Chen Yi resolutely ceased further questioning, not even pondering whether it was caused by the future Purity Saintess changing the River of Time; he simply continued to slowly build up his own thoughts.

At this moment, seeing him still leisurely watching the celestial battle between those two in the sky, the Old Saintess finally couldn’t hold back and spoke up:

"Kid, you’re just going to watch?!"

The voice carried obvious impatience and dissatisfaction, for with the sect’s rule about to be overturned, this kid was still leisurely remaining a bystander.

Chen Yi turned back, his gaze quietly landing on the Old Saintess’s face, full of wrinkles, which appeared even more profound due to urgency.

The Old Saintess glanced disdainfully, continuing, "I have no intention of bowing and scraping to those who split from the sect."

Ideas... of course, he had ideas.

Chen Yi’s gaze shifted slightly; how could he truly have no plans? From the moment he sensed his power being intercepted, to witnessing Xu Qi’s descent, and then Gongsun Guan’s appearance, even though he seemed silent, his mind was already simulating everything.

Chen Yi lowered his gaze again, once more lightly tapping the sword in his hand with his fingers.

That Hou Kang Sword emitted a faint clear ring, the sword’s body trembling slightly, as if responding to his emotions.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head, once again gazing at the figure in the sky supporting the Bright Hall and illuminating the world, slowly stating:

"If I kill the fake Ming Venerable, then I will be the true Ming Venerable, yes?"