My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Qin Qingluo’s eyebrows immediately furrowed upon hearing this, with deeper suspicions arising within her heart.

These words had been spoken by the little one before, and she hadn’t taken them to heart, assuming it was just a child’s wild imagination. The Prince Mansion is heavily guarded inside and out, with numerous protective charms against evil spirits, so where could the talk of ghosts come from?

Yin Weiyin’s expression remained unchanged; he only slightly nodded, signaling Qin Yue to continue.

"That ghost... it has big Grandma..." Qin Yue struggled to gesture, attempting to describe the terrifying scene, "Daddy... Daddy chased the ghost away, but, but the ghost came back, changed clothes, still... big Grandma..."

Her words were fragmented, carrying the chaotic logic unique to children, yet they didn’t seem false.

A gleam of understanding flashed in Yin Weiyin’s eyes, timely raising a slender finger to his lips, making a "shh" gesture to Qin Yue, saying: "Let’s stop here for now, do not say another word."

If Qin Yue continued speaking, she might have to drink chrysanthemum tea again.

Seeing this, Qin Yue hurriedly used her two tiny hands to cover her mouth tightly, her big eyes still showed some fear, yet she dutifully remained silent.

Qin Qingluo looked at Yin Weiyin, with sharp light hinting from her snake-like eyes, said, "Immortal Lady, what does this mean? How could there be phantoms and spirits haunting within the Prince Mansion?"

Yin Weiyin slowly straightened up, with the wide sleeves of her Daoist robe hanging like flowing clouds. Her gaze swept over the seemingly calm corridor and crimson railings, calmly saying: "Prince, rest assured, the Prince Mansion is a place blessed by the Dragon Qi, with barriers and protective charms against evil spirits; ordinary phantoms and spirits can’t approach, let alone repeatedly entangle the Princess. This ghost is naturally not the same as other ghosts."

"Not a real ghost?" Qin Qingluo raised her eyebrows higher, her confusion mixed with a trace of displeasure, "Then what did Yue’er see?"

Yin Weiyin let her gaze fall back onto Qin Yue, who snuggled close to her father, and said affirmatively, "It is not an external evil, but an inner demon; the child... her heart gave rise to a demon."

"Heart gave rise to a demon?"

Qin Qingluo repeated the term; she was well-versed in martial arts plot tactics, but not much involved in such mysterious sayings.

"Indeed." Yin Weiyin slightly nodded, "A child’s mind is pure, like a bright mirror, easily reflecting things that ordinary people can’t see. The Princess is still young, her soul isn’t firmly settled; lately, whether due to the shift in fortune within the mansion or contact with certain... special people or objects, her aura has been influenced, causing a disturbed heart and fantasies arising from the heart. What she saw as the ’Big Grandma ghost’ may not be an entity, but a manifested image mixed with her inner fears."

Yin Weiyin had no need to tell such an obvious lie, let alone as a Daoist, she doesn’t speak falsehoods. The so-called heart giving rise to demons is naturally a true thing; children all have ages at which they frequently have nightmares, dreaming of various hauntings, and this is precisely the reason.

She paused thoughtfully, adding: "Chen Yi once calmed her spirit, temporarily soothing her mind, which is why she felt the ghost was driven away. However, the root cause was not addressed, and under the influence of her aura, the visions naturally returned. This cannot be resolved with ordinary medicine or martial arts, it requires adjustment from the heart and fortune."

Qin Qingluo remained silent. Although Yin Weiyin’s words were mystical, they were not difficult to comprehend. If there was falsehood in them, summoning a Daoist to inquire would reveal the truth. She recalled Yue’er’s unusually clingy and sometimes startled behavior lately... Could it really be from some heart-borne demon?

She gazed at her daughter’s fearful little face, feeling a pang in her chest, and when she looked back at Yin Weiyin, there was less scrutiny and more inquiry in her eyes, "According to Immortal Lady, what’s to be done?"

Yin Weiyin knew, the fish had taken the bait.

Her expression remained calm, speaking with a serene tone: "Begin with calming the mind and soothing the spirit, and supplement with methods of harmonizing aura. Though I may be humble, I have some insights into the Calming Incantation and Soul Calming Talisman. If the Prince trusts me, allow the Princess to follow me in retreat for a few days, read Taoist Scriptures, wear specially made talismans, to dissipate the inner demon, ensuring peace."

Qin Qingluo looked into Yin Weiyin’s eyes, as clear as untouched water, then back at her dependent daughter, deliberating for a moment before slowly nodding.

"In that case, I will trouble the Immortal Lady to take care of her."

......

Finally, the child is in hand!

The thought surged up, and Yin Weiyin immediately suppressed her excitement, her face remained calm.

These sentiments were not good, making herself seem like a human trafficker luring children, yet she had a well-meaning intention for Qin Yue to follow in retreat, it’s a fortune this child rarely encounters.

Yin Weiyin exercised her breathing, walking with light steps. After the New Year, likely within a month she’ll leave the Southern Border for the Western Jin, this period of time wasn’t too long nor too short, enough for Qin Yue to follow in retreat. According to her observation, Qin Yue was not foolish, on the contrary, rather intelligent and clever; truly she wondered if her future child with Chen Yi could be as bright. Upon this thought, Lin Wanxiao’s belly needs to be reliable.

Yin Weiyin slightly furrowed her brows; if that woman birthed a stupid child, she definitely wouldn’t acknowledge them.

She walked slowly through the corridor alone.

Her gaze swept over the newly hung red lanterns under the eaves, past the auspicious knots entwined between the corridor pillars. Though this Prince Mansion was not as grand as the Capital City’s Mansion, it had a unique Southern Border delicacy and warmth.

Thinking that after the New Year she would bid farewell to this place, perhaps never to return, for a moment, a faint sense of farewell welled up in her heart.

Her disposition was always calm and detached, with few entanglements, yet now she felt the moments of the past few months crystal clear, like yesterday.

However, the trivial affairs of the human world often lead to partings.

Moved by the scenery, her heart stirred slightly, with poetic sentiments lingering. As she pondered the verses, intending to compose a farewell poem, she heard footsteps ahead.

Looking up, she saw Chen Yi approaching from a distance. He had changed out of his formal attire, wearing a plain blue robe, with his hands carrying various bags as though he had just returned from shopping.

Getting closer, you could even catch the scent of fireworks’ nitrate on him, the smell of outside festivities.

Yin Weiyin’s faint parting melancholy, cultivated a moment ago, was promptly dispelled by the lively festive air.

Chen Yi also spotted her, smiled, as his gaze flitted over her immaculate Daoist robe and serene face, raising his brow, "Oh, what’s the Immortal Lady doing here alone, daydreaming by the scenery? Could she be thinking worldly thoughts?"

His tone carried obvious teasing, yet Yin Weiyin didn’t retort as she usually would. She simply looked at him, at the things he carried, suddenly recalling the excitement of setting off fireworks as a child, a thought arose within her heart: this kind of worldly scene, perhaps... isn’t entirely tying.

She slightly lowered her eyes, thoroughly suppressing her earlier lingering regrets, and when she raised her eyes again, she returned to her usual serene composure, saying:

"Just casually taking a walk, you... did you just come back from outside?"

Chen Yi shook the items in his hands, smiling:

"Yes, buying some New Year goods, and incidentally got some toys for Yue’er, along with firecrackers, the little girl might be quite eager."

Yin Weiyin softly acknowledged with a hum, saying plainly:

"As the New Year approaches, the festive atmosphere should indeed be heavier."

His family Great Yin always preferred posing with the dignified manners of the Taichua Goddess, overly aloof in ordinary times. Chen Yi was slightly displeased, then said: "You won’t dual cultivate with me anymore."

Yin Weiyin abruptly widened her eyes, impatiently stepped forward a pace or two.

"Just kidding."

Upon hearing this, Yin Weiyin exhaled a sigh of relief, realizing her loss of composure, yet seeing Chen Yi teasing like this, she felt slightly annoyed inside.

Chen Yi didn’t mind; he just shook the fireworks and firecrackers in his hands, asked aloud: "Would you like to set them off with me tonight?"

Yin Weiyin was unwilling to do such childish things, moreover fireworks and firecrackers were just bursts of sound and light, whereas Immortal Techniques were far superior to these earthly splendors; she was about to shake her head.

But then Chen Yi continued, "Speaking of which, I’ve set fireworks with Little Fox, with my master, but not with you yet."

"...Alright."

Yin Weiyin paused, seeing him somewhat pleased, then asked:

"Then... let’s call Lin Wanxiao too, and... Qin Yue would certainly enjoy it as well."