My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

The candle flame burned upwards, swayed by the wind, then steadied like a roly-poly toy, silent as the stars in the night. Chen Yi lifted his gaze to look at the female crown. Yin Weiyin gathered her sleeves and leaned slantwise against the chair back, her demeanor calm and indifferent. Seeing him look over, she smiled slightly, neither too familiar nor too distant.

It had been a long time since Chen Yi had interacted with Yin Weiyin in this manner, and even he felt a bit uncomfortable with it.

He vaguely remembered that in Shantong City and on Taihua Mountain, he and Yin Weiyin were like this; those were tranquil days.

Back then, outside, Yin Weiyin always had the bearing of an Immortal Lady, and Chen Yi was happy to grant his household, Great Yin, some face, accompanying like an assistant, a golden boy and jade girl, never allowing the guest to overshadow the host. So many outsiders thought that he, Chen Yi, owed today’s achievements to the Taichua Goddess.

Chen Yi didn’t care much for empty reputations, especially since Yin Weiyin was his wife. Giving some face was a good thing, so he wasn’t too concerned unless it became excessive. Otherwise, the mere misconception that he, Chen Yi, was a furnace would make things unpleasant for Yin Weiyin.

Besides, the Taichua Goddess, who was aloof and untainted in public, allowed herself to be humiliated and degraded by him in private. Chen Yi didn’t exactly dislike it.

However, after parting ways on Taihua Mountain and reuniting on Dragon and Tiger Mountain, many disturbances had occurred—the primary one being that Great Yin was always restless and secretly employed the means of immortal families. Secondly...

"Confusing flowers, seemingly about to dazzle the eyes..." Chen Yi murmured softly.

In the past in the Capital City, the only connections were the Twin Yin Lords, either this or that. Later, on Dragon and Tiger Mountain, the master finally entrusted him with true feelings, and Lin Wanxiao, albeit with reluctance, was embraced. It was hard not to focus on Great Yin for a while, not to mention her unclear and displeasing habits of character, making Chen Yi wonder how he had been attracted. Was he truly captivated by her physical allure?

There seemed to be no reason for it to happen...

Yet now, when he saw a fleeting moment of grievance in her, it was hard to restrain, perhaps because his Great Yin was always too confident and seldom aggrieved.

Unlike the Little Fox, who treated grievance as a weapon, piercing the softest spot of one’s heart, Great Yin’s grievances were always genuine. Chen Yi thought, even when she was a concubine, no matter how harshly she spoke, his heart still couldn’t help but feel tender.

Currently, his heart was in turmoil. Fortunately, Great Yin was not Xiao Yin, still appreciating her own elegance and not bringing him embarrassment. Chen Yi calmed the ripples in his Heart Lake and looked at Yin Weiyin again, saying slowly, "Luan Huang."

When he called her by her name, Yin Weiyin’s gaze flickered slightly, but she wasn’t in a rush to silently recite the Supreme Forget Love Technique; she let things run their course.

"What is it?"

"Do you care a lot about Qin Yue?"

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly silently recited the Supreme Forget Love Technique.

After all, everyone knows that Qin Yue is Chen Yi’s reverse scale.

Yin Weiyin pondered for a moment. Avoiding the conversation would seem guilty, so she proactively said, "I’ve seen that child; her innate talents are exceptional and a good material for spiritual cultivation."

Chen Yi glanced at her again.

"These are not empty words. I, Yin Weiyin, have no reason to scheme against a child."

Chen Yi chuckled coldly. From his understanding, it was not that Yin Weiyin saw no reason, but rather she dared not.

The cold laugh reached her ears, and Yin Weiyin’s brow furrowed imperceptibly. Being seen through so thoroughly, she couldn’t help but feel annoyed, with a tinge of urgency to dispel the misunderstanding.

"Why do you laugh? I swear upon the name of the Taichua Goddess, none of this is false. Qin Yue indeed has exceptional talent, with spiritual light inherent. If she can be guided on the Righteous Path, with time..." She tried to make her voice sound calmer, like someone pleased with discovering good material, not tinged with selfishness.

However, Chen Yi did not let her finish.

He suddenly leaned forward, his arm crossing the small table between them, which held an empty bowl, and abruptly pulled her into his embrace, his fingers instantly resting on her waist, interrupting her explanation.

His gaze locked onto her eyes, which attempted to remain cool and indifferent.

"Yin Weiyin," he called her by full name, his tone not particularly stern, "why are you always focused on such trivial matters?"

Being suddenly pulled into his arms, Yin Weiyin was momentarily stunned by his question. The words about how bright Qin Yue’s path could be all got stuck in her throat.

"A mere child deserving of such consideration and repeated mention from you?" Chen Yi’s voice lowered, carrying an indefinable tone. "Luan Huang, when did your thoughts become so... convoluted?"

The word "convoluted" struck at Yin Weiyin’s heart, implying she was entangled in worldly emotions and sufferings like an ordinary person.

Embarrassment and grievance mingled with the awkwardness of being exposed, surging up, shaking her Taoist Heart. Yin Weiyin lowered her gaze, momentarily forgetful of the Goddess’ poise, and mumbled:

"You... you won’t even engage in Dual Cultivation with me..."

Chen Yi blinked.

Seeing him soften, Yin Weiyin raised her voice a little,

"You are my Golden Boy, yet you don’t know what duty is. I know you don’t want to become Immortal, but even if not for immortality, think for a moment: when I achieve my realm, fully becoming a Nascent Soul, you and I, husband and wife united, who in the world could be our match?"

After these words, the female crown trembled slightly, knowing that Chen Yi always held a grudge regarding her becoming Immortal.

However, he wrapped her shoulders, bent down, and planted a fierce kiss on her lips. Her face first went pale, then flushed crimson.

"Fine, I’ll engage in Dual Cultivation more with you, Yin Luanhuang. You keep your schemes to yourself." He issued a stern threat, presumably as a form of punishment, pecking at her again, not satisfied, and even pinched her sharply through her clothes.

The female crown’s face reddened extensively, letting out a pained hum. She initially intended to play coy, but then reconsidered, realizing such behavior would fall into cliché and diminish his regard for her. Yin Weiyin straightened, pushed him away, rose to her feet, brushed down her cloud sleeve, and said crisply: