My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Suddenly hearing this, even Chen Yi, who was used to watching the stupid girl’s antics, was dumbfounded for a moment, unable to follow her train of thought.

Years ago, during her journey to Dragon and Tiger Mountain, the stupid girl had ventured deep into the Chu Tomb, resulting in her spirit separating from her body and becoming a ghost. Because of this, Chen Yi mourned her for a long time, carrying a coffin on his back, a sight that made Jianghu travelers sigh with regret, imagining a melancholy and tragic story.

Each time he passed an inn, Chen Yi would be ready to drown his sorrows in wine, waiting for kind-hearted people from Jianghu to approach and ask about his past. At that time, he would certainly shed a few crocodile tears and mention how he lost his wife years ago, leaving him no choice but to rely on his daughter for company, planning to return to his hometown to rest in peace. Unfortunately, while there were many kind-hearted people in Jianghu, there were too few busybodies, and most would only watch quietly from a distance and sigh sadly.

This would sometimes make the Little Fox struggle to hold back her laughter.

And as soon as they reached the Southern Border and Chen Yi became the Ming Venerable, he immediately brought Miss Donggong back to her body. He didn’t want to drag on any longer; who knew what would happen if they delayed further.

This stupid girl’s fortune was incredibly bizarre, always carrying an unexpected strong luck, always able to turn misfortune into blessing. Even when it was truly disastrous, the disaster wouldn’t be too severe. In her past life, even when Donggong Ruoshu’s martial arts reached its peak, she was only around the Third Rank, always second-tier, not to mention incomparable to the blade-wielding Min Ning, and even inferior to Yin Tingxue. Yet, in the previous life, she miraculously ended up reaching her own conclusion of dying to repair the heavens.

The gods, demons, and buddhas in the sky were helpless against her.

Sometimes, Chen Yi felt that it was hard to say whether his becoming the Ming Venerable and letting Donggong Ruoshu return to her body was helped by her strong luck.

But he didn’t expect that the stupid girl, after being a ghost for so long, didn’t want to be human anymore.

Startled, Chen Yi couldn’t help but feel suspicious. What exactly was this stupid girl up to? He wanted to ask her properly, but Qin Yue was still in his arms crying loudly, trembling with fear.

Chen Yi had no choice but to first drive away the ghost.

Calming his frightened daughter was the priority, so he put on a stern face, continued to lightly pat Qin Yue’s back with one hand, and pointed in the direction of Donggong Ruoshu with the other, chanting words intentionally loudly,

"Hey! What ghost dares to frighten my beloved daughter! Disperse at once, as per the commandment!"

As he chanted, he manipulated the Tai Sha Sword, which, in response to his will, emitted a clear hum, circling around the direction where Donggong Ruoshu was.

Although Donggong Ruoshu was simple-minded, she immediately caught on from Chen Yi’s look, realizing that she had scared Qin Yue.

The stupid girl cooperatively retreated to the corner of the corridor, imitating a villain’s tone from a play as she backed away, "Hum... It’s the Five Thunders Righteous Method; you’re lucky today! I, I will be back..."

After saying that, her figure flickered and disappeared behind the rockery corner, completely out of sight.

Only then did Chen Yi breathe a sigh of relief, looking down to gently say to his daughter, who was still sobbing in his arms, "Yue’er, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. Look, Daddy has already chased the ghost away, the ghost has been driven off by Daddy!"

Qin Yue’s crying subsided a bit as she cautiously raised her head from his embrace, her tear-filled eyes looking towards the empty corridor, where only sunlight and the shadows of flowers and plants remained.

Confirming that the scary grandmother ghost was indeed gone, Qin Yue’s little body finally relaxed, but instead of breaking into a smile, she seemed to feel even more aggrieved, her small mouth puckering as she burst into tears again, even louder than before, as if trying to cry out all her fears.

After crying for quite a while, she slowly turned to soft sobs, wiping her tears and snot with her tiny hands.

Then, she lifted her head to glare at Chen Yi, and suddenly stretched out her little fist, hitting Chen Yi’s thigh hard, complaining with a crying voice,

"Daddy, Daddy is useless! The ghost... the ghost came back! Waaa... Daddy is useless!"

She cried and complained, hitting Chen Yi harder as if venting all her earlier fright. When Chen Yi crouched down to hug her, she even stood on her tiptoes and haphazardly swung her small hands at his head, snorting a few dissatisfied hums.

Chen Yi, helpless under her blows, furrowed his brows slightly, looking at his daughter’s bratty little demeanor, thinking to himself with a hint of bemusement: This unreasonable nature... I wonder whom she learned it from.

It definitely doesn’t resemble him, anyway.

Seeing the little girl hitting him with increasing excitement and no intention of stopping, Chen Yi, who never liked suffering losses, even when it’s his own daughter, found the manner of hitting inappropriate.

So, he cleared his throat and put on a stern face, whispering mysteriously,

"Shh, Yue’er, stop it, don’t hit anymore, Daddy will tell you a secret..."

He deliberately paused, seeing Qin Yue’s waving little hands indeed hesitating to stop, staring at him with teary, angry eyes.

Seeing both anger and curiosity in her eyes, Chen Yi continued slowly,

"If you keep hitting Daddy... Daddy’s mana won’t work, and the ghost... might come back!"

Indeed, these words worked.

Qin Yue’s little hand, suspended in mid-air, froze instantly, then retracted sharply as if scalded, hiding tightly behind her back. She glanced anxiously around, afraid that the grandmother ghost would really appear again.

Even if the big grandmother ghost doesn’t appear, what if a little grandmother ghost comes?

What if, what if that woman without a chest she saw that day is also a ghost?