My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

"Miss Donggong, if the issue truly lies within your heart... shall I enter your Heart Lake and take a look?"

As soon as the words left his mouth.

Donggong Ruoshu replied swiftly without thinking, "Sure."

"So readily agreed?"

"I trust you."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi shook his head helplessly and laughed, the girl’s unconditional trust warmed his heart slightly. Reflecting on matters from his previous life, he sighed with a smile.

In his past life, he almost betrayed the trust of that stupid girl.

At that time, the master was still the master, and the disciple remained the disciple. Even though Chen Yi harbored countless desires towards Zhou Yitang in his heart, after rejection, he could only bury them deep within. While pained by love here, he sought affection elsewhere, thus turning his eyes towards the Miss Donggong who traveled alongside him.

Their clothes were already stripped off, just one step away, yet the stupid girl pulled him back. Even after that, despite Chen Yi’s thick skin harboring a thorn, the stupid girl still interacted with him as if nothing had happened.

Later, upon separating from Miss Donggong in Western Jin and returning to Yin Sword Mountain, Chen Yi resumed his pursuit of Zhou Yitang, but that was another story.

Seeing her agree so readily, Chen Yi composed himself and said to Donggong Ruoshu:

"Alright, since that’s the case, prepare yourself."

Donggong Ruoshu, hearing this, blinked her large eyes, showing a little confusion, and seriously asked, "How do I prepare?"

Chen Yi was already accustomed to this and patiently guided her: "Just meditate, relax your mind, discard distractions, and calm your consciousness."

"Oh." Donggong Ruoshu responded, seemingly understanding and not understanding.

She was quite obedient, immediately wanting to meditate on the spot. She attempted to sit cross-legged by bending her legs, but she was wearing tight knee-high Hexagram Boots, which were sturdy in material. She awkwardly attempted several times, unable to bring her legs into position, making her posture quite uncomfortable and unable to sit stably.

She looked down at her bothersome boots, not thinking much, and decisively took them off, placing them aside. Thinking her socks might also be restrictive, she simply took off her clean silk socks, revealing a pair of delicate, white jade feet.

She sat cross-legged on the soft grass, with her bare feet, smelled one of her feet lightly after some awkward motions, and after this nonsensical act, she straightened her back and formed a vague seal with her hands, displaying an "I’m ready" expression towards Chen Yi.

Chen Yi was already used to this, his face showing not a hint of surprise.

This stupid girl always acted this way, occasionally smelling her own smelly feet without concern. If she suddenly became circumspect and meticulous, that would truly be a world wonder.

Seeing her finally settle down, Chen Yi no longer delayed.

He raised his right hand, thumb and middle finger forming a mysterious Finger Technique, drawing Primordial Qi, and chanted the low incantation passed on by Zhou Yitang.

As he chanted, a gentle and bright spiritual light quietly arose from the apex of his finger gesture, initially as small as a bean, soon stabilizing, emitting a pure and peaceful aura.

When the spiritual light stabilized, Chen Yi’s gaze focused as he directed the light from his fingertip towards the center of Donggong Ruoshu’s forehead.

At the moment fingertip touched skin, the spiritual light, like a droplet merging with the ocean, silently sunk in, spreading a barely noticeable ripple.

Chen Yi’s soul followed the path of the spiritual light, penetrating into the depths of Donggong Ruoshu’s Heart Lake.

In the world, most people’s Heart Lakes are similar, varying only in size. Calling them Heart Lakes is more like ponds, puddles, or vast like lakes or seas; beyond size, they differ little, as Nuwa used the same clay to mold humans, how much difference could there be?

As for cultivators, it is a different story. Seeking a clear Spirit Platform or searching for immortal methods, or due to the cultivation technique, a cultivator’s Heart Lake is often peculiar; for example, Chen Yi’s is now an infinite world, whereas Zhou Yitang’s Heart Lake is Cangwu Peak of Yin Sword Mountain.

Entering Miss Donggong’s Heart Lake, Chen Yi first encountered fog.

Nigh endless fog enshrouded all directions,

not ordinary mist, it was so dense and turbulent it couldn’t be dissipated, thick and sluggish.

Gazing around, everywhere was white shrouded in mist, neither sky nor ground seen, even sensing depth or distance was impossible, only the seemingly endless fog remained.

Chen Yi attempted to part the dense fog with his hand, but the mist seemed to have life, as soon as he dispersed a wisp, immediately more, thicker fog surged to fill the void, even denser than before.

Furthermore, the mist appeared able to erode perception, being within it only a short while, Chen Yi felt inexplicable confusion, as if losing direction, not knowing where to go.

He furrowed his brow lightly, for cultivators to achieve Enlightenment, they strive to clear their Spirit Platforms, the Taoist sects do so, as do the Buddhist sects.

Even ordinary people, unless undergoing immense shock causing mental collapse and madness, would not have such heavy fog deep within their Heart Lake.

Amidst the fog, Chen Yi couldn’t help but wonder, is it truly the Master Linghui, as claimed by Donggong Ruoshu, creating mischief behind the scenes?

He couldn’t let this fog persist, as Chen Yi held such thoughts he raised his hand.

Instantly, a speck of golden light burst forth from his fingertip, initially faint, then like the rising sun, abruptly unleashed dazzling golden brilliance, the radiance of the Bright Hall manifested here.

The resplendent golden light spread towards the boundless mist around him.