My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

"Since you know my intention, what are you waiting for?"

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Once someone is involved with Ying Yu, it’s hard to disengage.

For several consecutive nights, Chen Yi visited Yin Weiyin’s guest courtyard, where the Golden Boy and Jade Girl dual cultivated, jointly pursuing the Great Dao.

The courtyard had only the shadows of swaying bamboo, the clear moonlight, and the intermittent, almost imperceptible fluctuations of Spiritual Energy inside the room.

Golden Boy and Jade Girl, Yin and Yang united.

Taihua Mountain’s dual cultivation technique prioritizes the Jade Girl, with the Golden Boy supporting.

Initially, Yin Weiyin tried to maintain dominance during their dual cultivation, silently executing Mysterious Technique to guide the flow of Spiritual Power, but Chen Yi always found a way to break her composure.

Chen Yi seemed determined to erase her random thoughts, making each dual cultivation session as exhausting as possible, allowing her no distraction. Yin Weiyin went from barely sustaining at first to gradually entering a favorable state, even occasionally sinking into indulgence without noticing herself. The various schemes lingering in her mind were genuinely diluted in the day-after-day fusion of spirit and flesh.

Occasionally, a maid on night patrol walked past the distant corridor, hearing what seemed like the sound of wind and thunder within the courtyard, or the trickle of a spring. They remarked it was immortal cultivation with frequent anomalies, not daring to approach nor inquire.

In the tranquility of night, with Yin Weiyin resting her head on his arm, she idly traced circles on his chest.

Chen Yi felt a slight itch and grabbed her hand.

Yin Weiyin discontentedly glanced at him for interrupting her movements.

"Such unruliness?" Chen Yi’s voice carried a lazy hoarseness after the event.

Yin Weiyin tried to pull back her hand, but he held it tighter, so she stopped struggling and instead pressed her cheek closer to his warm chest. Amidst a wave of fear, it brought her an unusual sense of peace, surprisingly more calming than meditating alone.

"You were the one to disturb my peace first." Her voice came muffled, carrying an unnoticed hint of coquettishness. "Not even allowed to draw circles now?"

Chen Yi chuckled lightly: "Allowed, why not? But your circles are so distracting; how can I meditate peacefully?"

"You’re just arguing. Obviously it’s your own lack of self-control, yet you’re blaming me."

Yin Weiyin snorted lightly, paused as if thinking of something,

"Speaking of... these days, you’re much more diligent than when at Taihua Mountain."

She felt embarrassed to say "putting effort," so she chose a more tactful word.

Chen Yi lowered his gaze to her, only able to see her black hair and a small section of smooth forehead. He reached out to gently stroke her cheek with his knuckles, feeling the cool and slippery texture.

"Oh?" His pitch slightly rose, teasingly, "Clearly you’re more sensitive now."

Yin Weiyin’s ears grew warm, "I mean... I meant the flow of Primordial Qi is more harmonious and smooth, what were you thinking!"

Her denying expression cleverly tugged at his heartstrings, so Chen Yi pulled her closer into his embrace, placing his chin on the top of her head, breathing in that cold fragrance of her hair.

Seeing things with Chen Yi’s perspective, rather than dual cultivation, it seemed more like he was giving her an epiphany.

However, Yin Weiyin truly lived up to Taiyi Transformation, after repairing the Longevity Bridge, the speed of progress in her realm during the brief period of dual cultivation was astonishingly rapid; in less than a year she might surely reach the Nascent Soul Realm.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi’s eyes slightly narrowed.

His family is already troublesome enough without reaching Nascent Soul, what if she became Nascent Soul, what would it be then?

Chen Yi was speaking well just now, then suddenly his gaze turned pensive, thinking deeply. The lingering resonance of the fusion of their Divine Souls, Yin Weiyin vaguely guessed what he was contemplating, quickly said: "What are you worried about?"

Coming back to his senses, Chen Yi glanced at her and said: "Worried about your restlessness."

"I... am I restless..." Yin Weiyin lowered her gaze, then said: "I’ve clearly been helping you lately."

Finally getting on the right track of dual cultivation, attaining immortality was almost at hand; she didn’t want to revert to her original state so suddenly.

Chen Yi chuckled lightly, indifferent.

After hesitating for a moment, Yin Weiyin still chose to change the topic: "Speaking of which, Miss Donggong recently mentioned returning to Western Jin, she’s been very homesick these days, always looking worried. And... did you promise her something?"

Chen Yi thought upon hearing this.

Indeed, because Miss Donggong taught him the Murder Sword, he promised to help her kill someone.

The one to be killed was none other than the Crown Prince of Western Jin.

Miss Donggong had been a ghost for so long that even she forgot she had returned to being human. She hadn’t brought it up again, so he also almost forgot about it.

In addition to that, there’s also the battle against Broken Swordman.

Chen Yi knew, even if he didn’t go to Western Jin, when the time came, Broken Swordman would come anyway.

Here is where his Prince, his daughter, are. He couldn’t bring trouble down to the Southern Border.

"Then... at the end of the year we look to... set off." Chen Yi thought things over and murmured.

Hearing this, Yin Weiyin’s eyes lit up, almost exclaiming in delight. She wouldn’t have to stay here, leaving the Southern Border meant Lin Wanxiao posed no threat, in fact was supportive; Donggong Ruoshu was foolish and insignificant, so when the time came, Chen Yi could manipulate her as he pleased.

Catching her hint of excitement, Chen Yi was slightly displeased, said: "You just want me to leave my daughter?"

Yin Weiyin hesitated, then lowered her head slowly: "It’s not like that... if you want, you can take her along, I don’t mind looking after her."

Rather than minding, it exactly served her intent well.

Chen Yi snorted coldly, pinching her playfully.

The soft flesh he pinched earlier still left a lingering warm feeling; Yin Weiyin knew he was teasing her but couldn’t resist, so resentfully she traced another circle on his chest, this time with a hint of frustration.

After a while, Chen Yi calmly said: "Luan Huang, these days, I’ll spend more time with them, take care of yourself, do you understand?"

"...Can’t you say it nicer?"

"I’ll spend more time with you afterwards."

"...Okay."

After answering, Yin Weiyin raised an eyebrow slightly.

The current Chen Yi seemed a bit obedient towards her,

Unintentionally, had she grasped the knack of being First Lady?

The candle had unknowingly burned out, with a gentle pop, the room fell into a soft darkness.

Only the moonlight outside filtered through the window lattice, casting a hazy glow, enveloping the two who cuddled in sleep on the bed, silent yet flowing between them, countless tenderness.

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The break of dawn, dew still not dry.

Inside the Prince Mansion’s martial field was a tall, vigorous figure swinging a long, dark spear.

The spear moved like a dragon, the sound of breaking air fierce, sweeping up scattered fallen leaves from the ground, spiraling along with the spear’s movement.

Qin Qingluo’s snake eyes sharp, blood surging, sweat sliding from her forehead, dripping on the stone slabs leaving dark marks.

She held her stance, the long spear grounding with a dull "thump," True Qi flowing endlessly inside her, smoother and more refined than ever, the spear’s intent more condensed and pure.

"Another level higher..." she murmured.

Now, the bottleneck between Fourth Rank and Third Rank loosening remarkably.

And all these changes seemed to have started once the man named Chen Yi stepped into the Southern Border.

Thinking of this, that figure involuntarily flashed through her mind, Qin Qingluo’s spear continued its momentum, yet inside she let out a cold snort.

These days, Chen Yi proved tactful during the day, assisting her with some accumulated affairs, occasionally accompanying Yue’er, fulfilling some "fatherly" duties.

But come night... he seemingly vanished without a trace.

At first for a day or two, she thought he was up to some new trick or being snagged by some trivial matter. But after so many days passed, he truly managed not to seek her out?

Qin Qingluo’s wrist violently twitched, the long spear with sharp whistling sound striking toward the empty space ahead, with such force that the surrounding air rippled like water.

Just... this bitch could really endure, playing the hard-to-get game with her for so long.