My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Yin Tingxue raised her head. At this moment, she didn’t know if she was still in shock or trembling with fear. Emerging from the depths of the World of Ignorance, she suddenly found that the world, once frozen and sluggish, was now bright as day, feeling as though one wave had not yet settled before another arose.

Raising her head, the woman holding up the temple was dazzling to the extreme. Behind her, halos naturally unfolded, vaguely forming a perfect, neither real nor illusory spiritual light. Within this light, countless tiny scriptures seemed to appear and vanish in a flow, but upon closer inspection, there was nothing there.

She merely stood there, without sadness or joy, without good or evil, as if she were the ruler of the World of Enlightenment, as if she were the true Ming Venerable.

Yin Tingxue felt her slightly tilt her head, as if she gave her a glance.

She shivered instinctively, a chill running down her spine.

The Ming Venerable high above... didn’t resemble the one she was familiar with.

Unwittingly, she turned her face, using the corner of her eye to glance at Chen Yi, and instinctively moved closer to him.

Having just finished cursing, Chen Yi swiftly calmed down. The Purity Saintess had repeatedly mentioned the Bright Hall, and now she had usurped it; he vaguely sensed this beforehand, but didn’t realize that once he had a moment of enlightenment in the depths of the Wuming Forbidden Land, he would immediately become the Ming Venerable.

Was it really this easy to become the Ming Venerable?

Just as the Resentment Demon Master attacked, he left Chen Yi no time to think, and it was at this moment that the Purity Saintess, who had been plotting for a long time, intervened.

He had indeed been tricked.

Chen Yi leveled his sword and tapped it lightly with his finger,

yet, there was still a backup plan.

Beside him, Donggong Ruoshu, who had narrowly escaped death, took several deep breaths. Having just returned to her body, she was momentarily unaccustomed; after being a ghost for so long, her entire body felt like it belonged to someone else. Instinctively, she felt around, pulled open a corner of her collar, and vaguely saw the familiar birthmark on her chest, realizing that this was indeed her body.

She wondered how Chen Yi managed it...

to instantly transmit her body and put her into it. Perhaps... it was wish fulfillment?

The stupid girl didn’t dwell on it much. She raised her head and was startled, not by the Purity Saintess, who was already like a god, but by the sky, bright as day, and a distant azure figure as small as a speck in the vast ocean.

"...True...Heavenly Person?"

Yin Tingxue turned back sharply, her pupils narrowing. Despite being immersed in the sect’s canons and mystery stories over the years, she was not entirely ignorant of the outside world and naturally knew what "True Heavenly Person" meant.

Even in the distant Southern Border, she had heard of the legend of this True Heavenly Person.

It is said that he has sat on the Great Heavenly Mountain without descending even once in over sixty years, yet he can make the entire Jianghu bow to him. In the sixty years he’s presided over this Jianghu, there have been various debates over who stands second, third, and so on, but Xu Qi’s dominance as the first in the Martial Arts List is indisputable. Back when he was second, he had pummeled Wu Buxu, who had long held the first place for sixty years atop the cloud, with nothing but his fists, never to be seen again in the Jianghu.

And the currently acknowledged second under heaven, Wei Gang, sought battle thrice, yet the most contentious fight was concluded within three steps.

Jianghu flourishes with talent, with the rankings of the Martial Arts List changing as swiftly as water flows. Demon sect heroes, righteous path giants, and reclusive old monsters take turns on the stage, playing out countless grand and heroic sagas. Yet no matter how the storm of events unfolds, the great king flag atop the city walls never changes; the Great Heavenly Mountain remains, and Xu Qi is always Xu Qi.

He stands like an insurmountable solitary peak, silently erect at the end of every martial artist’s view, unmatched even when tracing back five hundred years.

Even possessing Infinite Buddhist Skill and once sharing the top position with Xu Qi, the Wuxiang Zen Master with the Bodhisattva Sword is now also universally believed to lose if he were to fight Xu Qi again, being decisively defeated.

With such a person presiding over Jianghu, if for the Righteous Path, it would surely suppress every wicked entity from raising their heads. And the Ming’an Divine Sect is widely recognized in the Jianghu as a demon sect... When Yin Tingxue first entered the sect, she heard this and couldn’t help but be startled, but she quickly found peace as the Sect Hierarch Gongsun Guan later told her that Xu Qi was revered as a True Heavenly Person because he laid down rules at the Great Heavenly Mountain, abstaining from worldly affairs unless utterly necessary.

At this moment, the newly birthed, formless Divine’s "gaze" silently met with the azure-clothed man emerging from the River of Time, even as it swept past the slightly disheveled Chen Yi and his companions.

The azure-clothed man remained simple, his face still sharp, as if he had only taken a leisurely stroll through a mountain path rather than having just pierced through the River of Time with his bare hands.

Xu Qi stood at the edge of the temporal tear, his garments still carrying traces of the Fist Gang’s ash.

When his calm gaze passed over the Purity Saintess holding the Bright Hall, the entire World of Ignorance seemed to freeze under his regard.

The raging gray tide, the resplendent glory of the Bright Hall, even the chaotic fragments of time, at this moment, were forcibly smoothed and suppressed by an invisible yet boundlessly vast will.

She had calculated innumerable causes and effects but hadn’t accounted for this martial intent that abruptly intervened, managing to resist her world-shattering strike across the boiling River of Time. ​

"Xu Qi..." her voice was no longer an ethereal echo, as though confirming, and yet seemed to be a soliloquy.

The Buddhist Scriptures say "all acts are impermanent," and so it is. ​

Xu Qi lifted his gaze slightly, not focusing on the Purity Saintess’s light source, nor did he spare a glance at the Bright Hall in her palm. Instead, he looked towards the scene in the River of Time of Gongsun Guan executing her before the crowd.