My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Yin Weiyin saw that his expression had not completely softened, her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly lowered her eyelashes, speaking in a gentle voice, "No, nothing, just afraid that you’re still mad at me..."

As she spoke, she snuggled closer, trying to use the warmth of her body to soften him.

Chen Yi felt her proactive closeness, his other hand slowly caressed her smooth skin, bringing a slight shiver, he was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke:

"Yin Weiyin, do you think this is over?"

Yin Weiyin’s body stiffened slightly, she looked up at him.

Chen Yi looked down at her, his eyes retracted with desire, appearing particularly cold, "This time, considering you ultimately... fulfilled something for me, I’ll let it be for now. But if you think admitting fault and yielding like this, then shedding a few tears, can completely cover up your thoughts..."

He paused, applying a bit more force with his fingertips, pinching her tender flesh slightly, his voice lowered further,

"I have many ways to make you... be more obedient."

Many ways...

These light words, when they fell into Yin Weiyin’s ears, involuntarily sent a shiver down her spine.

She instantly recalled many unbearable memories, those scenes of being tormented by him with various unimaginable methods, her body seemed to reflexively tingle with soreness and trepidation from deep within.

He certainly would do what he said.

An indescribable fear surged like a tide.

Chen Yi saw it in her eyes, slightly closing his own, in this world, there were almost no women who truly understood his methods, only Zhou Yitang from his previous life had experienced most of them. At that time, he was quite beastly, and Zhou Yitang was the sort who refused to bow her head, among those methods to deal with her, the little dark room was considered mild...

Once, he even forced Zhou Yitang to kneel and lie on the couch, chanting nonsense like "Master knows his mistake, please disciple punish."

But today is different from the past, too little was gained in the previous life, sometimes overly extreme, now there are many women around him, the heart and the person both attained, not to mention the influence of Little Fox, Min Ning, and others, Chen Yi restrained himself a lot.

Yin Weiyin got up slowly, moved closer to Chen Yi, buried her face in his chest, lowered her head, hiding the complex look in her eyes, murmuring, "...I understand."

Her fingertips were still trembling.

Chen Yi saw it, a wave of complexity passing through his heart, yet his tone did not soften, "It’s best if you truly understand your mistakes, otherwise I have plenty of methods to deal with you, and they are...methods I really don’t want to use."

"Hmm."

Yin Weiyin held him tightly with a trembling motion, genuinely afraid.

Chen Yi saw it, that bit of coldness in his heart gently melted away somewhat. He knew well Yin Weiyin’s unclear nature, constant suppression and intimidation might make her submit temporarily, but it couldn’t guarantee that deeper seeds wouldn’t be planted in her heart, leading to unforeseen turmoil later.

There must be proper relaxation and control.

Constantly oppressing his beloved Great Yin wasn’t a solution either, she tends to forget herself easily, a little leeway and she could open a dye shop with colors, but the tighter you press her, the more she gets nothing, causing things to backfire instead.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi came to a conclusion. The hand resting on her back slowly moved upward, with a touch of soothing force, gently rubbing her messy hair, his tone also softened,

"Forget it, let’s not mention the past for now."

He shifted the topic as if casually mentioning an insignificant matter:

"Didn’t you say before that there was... some Dual Cultivation Method from Taihua Mountain that’s beneficial to cultivation?"

When Yin Weiyin heard this, she raised her head in surprise, her eyes, still misty with tears, were filled with astonishment, seemingly not expecting Chen Yi to suddenly bring this up in such a situation.

Wasn’t he always dismissive of her becoming an Immortal?

But this surprise only lasted for a moment, she immediately realized, this might be a rare opportunity, the matter of their dual cultivation might finally be on the agenda.

She hurriedly replied, her voice still a bit hoarse, yet filled with eagerness, "Yes, what I mentioned before, ’Void-Calling Phoenix Art’, emphasizes the mutual aid of Yin and Yang, the exchange of Dragon and Tiger, it’s a secret transmission from Taihua Mountain, like a martial artist’s Refining God and Returning Void, enough to temper the Divine Soul..."

Whether Chen Yi truly wanted to learn or just to change the topic and give her a way out, Yin Weiyin had to seize it. She eagerly introduced, afraid that if she was even a moment late, Chen Yi would change his mind.

While speaking, she carefully observed Chen Yi’s expression, seeing that he did not show impatience, but instead seemed somewhat intrigued, her heart stirred slightly, she hesitated for a moment, as if making some kind of decision, her voice softened further, yet carried a peculiar allure, she added:

"If you are interested... I can teach you right now."

Her words were subtle, but the meaning was self-evident. On this marriage bed that had just witnessed two "battles" and was still filled with lingering breath, the instruction of the "Dual Cultivation Method" that requires personal practice... its implication could not be more obvious.

Chen Yi suddenly looked up, swept his gaze over her, and gently stroked her cheek,

"Beauty trap, Yin Luanhuang."

Upon hearing the familiar name Luanhuang, Yin Weiyin suddenly felt a sense of relief, her fingertips lightly brushing his hair at the temples, leaned forward, and kissed him softly on the cheek.

"You always fall for my beauty trap, don’t you?"

.........

The wedding lanterns from last night had yet to be taken down; they were meant to be hung up for seven days and seven nights.

Min Ning, clutching the wedding contract with ink still wet, left the marriage room filled with the residue of absurdity, feeling a mix of emotions—relief from closure, indescribable bitterness, and a touch of uncertainty about the future.

After some thought, the female knight pushed these feelings to the back of her mind. Before departing, she had one idea: she wanted to see Qin Qingluo’s daughter, Qin Yue.

Not entirely due to Chen Yi, but more so because her disciple Qing Li kept mentioning wanting a little junior sister. Min Ning herself had also been considering it. If she could find someone of talent and beauty, take them under her wing, and guide them carefully, watching them grow would be a great joy in life and could slightly diminish the chaotic thoughts arising from Chen Yi.

At the very least, she could examine the child’s potential.

With this thought, she walked toward the place where she had previously seen Qin Yue.

The corridors of the Prince Mansion were much quieter under the morning light, as if last night’s revelry was merely a dream. She turned a Moon Cave Gate, but her steps involuntarily paused for a moment.

Not far ahead, outside the warm room, two people stood under the corridor.

It was Qin Qingluo holding a child, accompanied by Princess Consort Zhuo. Qin Qingluo had already changed out of her tightly-fitted wedding dress and was wearing a more casual outfit, still in dark colors with hidden patterns, complementing her stately figure.

She held little Qin Yue in her arms, the little girl nestling obediently against her father, her big eyes curiously looking over.

Qin Qingluo’s gaze also fell upon the suddenly appearing Min Ning.

Their eyes met, and the air seemed to stagnate for a moment.

Zhu E noticed and broke the silence with a gentle smile, "Miss Min is here too." Her tone was natural, as if nothing had happened.

Min Ning composed herself, stepped forward, nodding slightly in acknowledgment to Zhu E, then looked at Qin Qingluo and the Qin Yue in her arms.

She tried to keep her tone casual, "Prince, Princess. I’m... about to leave, and wanted to see the child before I depart."

Qin Qingluo didn’t respond immediately; she looked down and spoke warmly to Qin Yue in her arms, "Yue’er, go play with your mother for a while, Father has something to say to this... Aunt Min."

Little Qin Yue seemed reluctant but nodded obediently, glanced at the woman with little chest, and allowed Zhu E to lead her away with a smile.

As Zhu E left, she gave Qin Qingluo a meaningful look.

Once Zhu E and Qin Yue’s figures disappeared at the end of the corridor, Qin Qingluo redirected her gaze back to Min Ning.

She observed Min Ning, who had shared a husband in such an absurd manner in this Prince Mansion just last night. At this moment, Min Ning stood in the morning light, her figure still straight, with an unshakeable heroic spirit in her brows, yet unable to hide a touch of fatigue.

Qin Qingluo was silent for a moment, then suddenly took two steps forward to stand by Min Ning’s side, calmly speaking,

"Shall we walk together?"

This was neither a command nor politeness. It felt more like... an invitation based on some subtle connection, perhaps a resonance in being women or an impulse to clear up matters after last night’s unbelievable shared bed incident.

Min Ning was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting Qin Qingluo to propose this.

She looked at Qin Qingluo’s well-defined profile, imbued with the vassal king’s dignity, recalling last night’s generous fulfillment, her heart momentarily mixed with emotions.

She hesitated for a while, but eventually nodded.

"Alright."

The two women, both proud and fiercely spirited, walked slowly side by side through the corridors of the Prince Mansion in the morning light.