My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chen Yi harnessed the Resentment Demon Master, with endless Unenlightened Resentment converging around, presenting an immeasurable and illusory scene. The master of this World of Ignorance harbored natural wrath towards Ming Venerable and Bright Hall, with the roar growing stronger, and the profound torrent surging like a Jiao Dragon.

Purity Saintess flew her fingers rapidly, weaving and changing lights. Suddenly, a scene of a great tide crashing against the shore emerged from her hands, the waters roared mightily. The Jiao Dragon, traversing the sea to its end, leaped into it, and was instantly swallowed by an endless silver-gray sea, calm and tranquil.

In the duel between the two sides, how could Xu Qi stand idly by? He took bold steps forward, not bothering with much finesse, and punched towards both parties.

Both were punches of overwhelming force.

The majestic fist force swept in ferociously, and the previously calm sea, which even swallowed the Jiao Dragon, suddenly became turbulent and stormy. A whirlwind arose, and the Jiao Dragon trapped within emerged from it, stirring wind and rain, seemingly powered by Heavenly Force.

Purity Saintess’s expression tightened, and Chen Yi was also uncomfortable. True Heavenly Person Xu Qi’s punch crashed in, and the surrounding Unenlightened Resentment near the Resentment Demon Master was shattered like forest trees meeting a fierce wind.

Chen Yi’s feet sank slightly, feeling the Qi and blood in his body surging. The residual wave of the Fist Gang pierced through layers of resentment directly, making his sleeves whirr loudly.

His face tightened, Sword Intent lightly guided, and Hou Kang Sword emitted a clear Dragon Roar.

It was seen that the sword tip slightly trembled, and it actually regathered the scattered resentment.

The black mist shattered by the Fist Gang did not dissipate, instead transforming into thousands of fine sword threads, permeating into the cracks of the fist force Xu Qi unleashed like spring rain nurturing the earth.

Xu Qi shook his hand, smiling curiously.

He distinctly felt that his unleashed fist intent was being consumed and disintegrated by a certain soft force, the delicate Sword Intent tracing back along the trajectory of the Fist Gang.

Reaching out, he pinched a remaining thread of Sword Intent, instantly comprehending its exquisite nature.

Such a subtle utilization of Sword Intent, already beyond the ordinary realm of Sword Dao.

Neither Murder Sword nor Living Sword, he had faced figures capable of founding schools with both styles, and this Sword Intent was starkly different.

A flower, a world; a leaf, a Bodhisattva... with a flavor akin to that.

Xu Qi felt with a sigh, wondering if under this sky another figure like Wei Gang might emerge. Perhaps this thought was too lofty, but even becoming someone like Wu Buxu would suffice.

The tidal wave imagery at this time forcibly tore apart the Fist Gang and Jiao Dragon, near to shattering, Purity Saintess retracted it. Seeing Xu Qi and the Resentment Demon Master mutually pulling at each other for a moment, with an opportunity so fleeting, how could she let it slip?

Her slender hand lightly raised, Bright Hall’s brilliance suddenly intensified, myriad Dao marks streaming from the hall door, forming a twelve-petaled Golden Lotus in mid-air. As the lotus petals gently rotated, they actually gathered all of Chen Yi’s activated sword threads and Xu Qi’s remaining Fist Gang, pushing them back!

Such a trick of playing a switcheroo, akin to a deer’s horn hanging unexpectedly, borrowing the strength of both without notice.

Wherever the Golden Lotus passed, the void rippled with fine textures, as if unable to bear the power from the merging of these three forces.

Chen Yi’s brows furrowed, yet he showed no panic, merely sharply arousing the Sword Intent.

The massive body of the Resentment Demon Master leaned back, Chen Yi shielding it in front of himself.

The Golden Lotus, spinning with the force of the three parties, distorted light and shadow as it passed through, striking the massive body of the Resentment Demon Master, unleashing a sound akin to water and fire clashing.

After striking, the Golden Lotus did not disperse but circled around the Resentment Demon Master, turning towards Xu Qi.

Xu Qi, seeing the Golden Lotus sweep over, instead of retreating, advanced forward, both fists forming a circle in front of his chest.

Ranked among the top of Martial Arts List, the Jianghu referred to them as "Three Heavenly People."

This analogy was not about the emotional beings defined by Buddhism’s heavens, nor the celestial immortals described by Taoism, as Jianghu never had much regard for academic references; Heavenly Person was just Heavenly Person.

The vast difference from earthly martial artists is the essence of Heavenly Person, rather missteps align one to reach the First Grade Realm, achieving "Martial Intent uniting with the Great Dao, Unity of Heaven and Man." Delving deeper into its profoundness, it is unfathomable, neither Immortal nor Bodhisattva can match Martial Arts First Grade.

The reason is simple, you Immortal Bodhisattva are essentially floating in the True Suchness of the Great Dao, whereas I unite with Heaven and Earth.

This is the state Wu Buxu reached before being defeated by Xu Qi.

And Xu Qi,

stood at an even higher point.

This time, the fist force was no longer overwhelmingly fierce, he swept his hand, resembling silk spun by a spring silkworm, encompassing all the scattered Sword Intent and lotus petals.

The three forces flowed and collided in his palms, emitting a crisp sound like colored glaze clashing.

Purity Saintess’s gaze flickered, her pale hands forming seals in front of herself, Bright Hall’s brilliance becoming intensely substantial, gilding a layer around the chaotic Qi force in Xu Qi’s palm.

Chen Yi pondered with a serious expression, momentarily tempted to strike, as who knew whether killing Purity Saintess would lead Xu Qi to target him. Yet, a thought flashed by, suddenly stopping him.

No opportunistic profiteering.

Otherwise, cleverness would turn into folly.

In a breath’s difference, the Qi force in Xu Qi’s palm suddenly trembled violently, the three forces tearing at each other, about to lose control. Unperturbed, he took a deep breath, his chest swelling like a bellows, absorbing the forces like a Water Dragon, absorbing them all into his body.

Purity Saintess finally changed color once more.

Xu Qi’s pores emitted countless golden gleams, his whole being akin to a blazing sun in the sky.

He slowly pushed out a palm,

The wind and clouds drastically changed.

As if a fierce sun was being pushed over.

The Resentment Demon Master let out a cry of pain, countless resentment melting like snow in the sun under this palm force.