My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

"True heart? Weight?"

Qin Qingluo could no longer listen, and in extreme anger, she laughed instead. She suddenly felt that Min Ning, her confidant, was so unreasonable,

"Fine! You want weight, huh?"

She suddenly turned towards Chen Yi, the cold light in her snake-like eyes exploding like fireworks in this bridal chamber:

"Chen Yi, tell her, tell me! Tonight, here, in our wedding chamber, before we drink our wedding wine, who do you choose?!"

Almost at the same moment, Min Ning also took a step forward, her eyes determined to give it all, her voice equally firm:

"Chen Zunming! Speak! Are you going to give me an explanation?!"

Two gazes, two voices, like two peerless sharp blades, simultaneously slashed towards Chen Yi who stood frozen in the middle.

Chen Yi stood in place, suddenly feeling like he had fallen into an ice cave. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t have imagined that after the calm, it would escalate to such a tense situation.

The taut string, the powder keg that had been accumulating for so long, was finally about to explode here...

Qin Qingluo’s eyes flashed with a stern look, and she spoke no more.

Her tall figure suddenly moved forward, her left hand shot out like electricity, her five fingers forming a claw, the tips carrying a piercing sound, aiming straight for the Acupoint on Min Ning’s right shoulder, intending to subdue her.

Min Ning was already fully alert, seeing her shoulder move slightly, she knew Qin Qingluo’s intention. As the hand reached out, she pointed her toes, her body floating back like a red lotus in the wind, taking half a step back, while her left arm blocked and deflected, precisely intercepting Qin Qingluo’s wrist.

"Pa!"

A crisp sound of flesh striking flesh, the two arms touched and separated instantly.

Qin Qingluo missed with her strike, her move changed instantly, the claw transformed into a palm, Qi Force was emitted from her palm, horizontally striking towards Min Ning’s ribs, the palm wind covered a large area, making it difficult for Min Ning to avoid it with movement technique.

Min Ning’s eyebrows furrowed, she advanced instead of retreating, twisting her waist and turning her body, passing dangerously close to the main force of the palm wind. Her right hand formed a sword with her fingers, swiftly pointing at Qin Qingluo’s elbow, forcing her to defend. This point was swift and powerful, if it struck, the entire arm would become numb and immobile.

Qin Qingluo snorted coldly, changing the strike into a chop, the hand knife like an axe, slashing towards Min Ning’s fingertips.

Bang! Dong!

Two dull sounds almost echoed simultaneously.

The palms and knives crossed, the force of the wind spread everywhere, blowing their clothes into a flutter.

Min Ning’s Qi and blood surged, she couldn’t help but take half a step back to dissipate the force, her face showing a trace of slight anger and flush.

Qin Qingluo’s figure also shook slightly, her gaze towards Min Ning becoming more filled with shock and anger. She did not anticipate Min Ning’s Power had advanced so much, causing her to fall back in the exchange.

The two suddenly separated, facing each other from a distance of a yard apart.

Under the light of the red candles, Qin Qingluo’s Python Robe was slightly disheveled, her breath somewhat heavy. Min Ning’s red dress was like fire, her chest rising and falling slightly, her hand in a sword stance steady as a rock, though her fingertips trembled slightly.

In just those few quick exchanges, the situation was already extremely dangerous, full of killing intent. The murderous aura in the bridal chamber not only did not dissipate due to the clash but became even more concentrated and sharp.

Qin Qingluo’s anger grew deeper. As the ruler of the Southern Border, when had she ever been challenged like this consecutively?

The True Qi within her surged, Qi Force gathered again in her palm, more solid than before. Her figure slightly lowered, she was about to leap forward again, intent on using thunderous means to suppress the presumptuous female knight.

Min Ning was also unwilling to show weakness. She took a deep breath, suppressing the surging Qi and blood, her sharpness in her phoenix eyes increased, she stepped forward with strength, twisted her waist, ready to advance again, the Finger Wind Sword Intent poised to be unleashed.

With the second round of even fiercer confrontation about to ignite, the two figures about to collide again,

Whoosh!

A shadow suddenly cut between the two, as silently as a phantom, startlingly faster than anything they could react to.

Upon closer inspection, that person had already arrived between the two.

He held the stable and unshaken wedding cups in his left hand, while his right hand, as swift as electricity, reached out later, with perfect accuracy, lightly touching the acupoint on Qin Qingluo’s wrist where the scorching Hand Force had gathered. His fingertip contained Sword Intent, and with a slight nudge, Qin Qingluo’s gathered Hand Force dissipated like a punctured balloon, and her forward momentum halted.

At the same time, his left wrist turned slightly, soundlessly blocking Min Ning’s sharp point, the cup trembled slightly, a thick and resilient force melted all of Min Ning’s gathered penetrating finger force into nothingness, tingling her fingertip, and her attack dissipated.

In an instant, Chen Yi had resolved the exchange between the two women with just one hand and one finger.

He stood calmly where he was, as if he had never moved, yet those eyes which always held some jest or depth, were at this moment calm as water, slowly sweeping over the astonished faces of the two women.

"Enough."

Chen Yi spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly carrying a kind of unprecedented severity as it reached their ears,

"Qin Qingluo, Min Ning."

He called them by name, his gaze lingering on their faces,

"You want to contend, you can, but acting is not reasonable."

The two women simultaneously paused.

The Princess’s face was ashen, and she wanted to exert more power, but the surging True Qi was swallowed by Sword Intent like clay oxen into the sea; Chen Yi merely pressed lightly, and Qin Qingluo’s True Qi was suddenly blocked, stagnant like a river cut off.

The female knight momentarily bewildered, reached out again, but was also halted mid-air by Chen Yi’s later but faster interception.

"Still want to make a move?"

Chen Yi looked around at the two women, speaking each word clearly:

"Do you truly think I have no way to deal with the two of you?"

The two women eventually fought fiercely, reaching a point Chen Yi had tried his best to avoid, truly crossing the line.