The Arch-Enemy Must Not Become a Wife

At this moment, Ji Mingyu was waiting bitterly in the northern realm, unaware that her beloved was engaging in amorous passion with Qingqing, oblivious to the world...

In the water towns of Jiangnan, a beautifully crafted pleasure boat inscribed with "The Moonlit Night of Twenty-Four Bridges" gently sailed across West Lake.

The sky was overcast, with a light drizzle pattering onto the pear-wood hull, producing a crisp sound on the verdant lake surface.

Chu Xuan lay comfortably on the boat’s soft couch, eyes half-closed, quietly listening to the rain.

Ji Mingyu, on the other hand, sat in front of a guqin, occasionally plucking the strings awkwardly.

This made Chu Xuan somewhat helpless, "Stop playing around, the mood of listening to the rain on such a beautiful boat is all ruined by you."

Ming Yu stopped with a cold expression, "Do you despise me?"

Chu Xuan shook his head with amusement, "Earlier, Miss Zhao was playing beautifully, yet you insisted on sending her away, even her maid and the boatman, saying it was better for just the two of us to be alone."

"But you got bored of listening to the rain and started playing the guqin. Do you even know how? It’s best left to professionals."

"You really do despise me. Shall I call Miss Zhao back? She might as well sit in your lap to play," Ji Mingyu’s words clearly carried a tone of jealousy, though her face remained unchanged.

Chu Xuan leisurely got up, "I don’t mind, go ahead and call her back."

Ming Yu instantly appeared in his lap, her hands on his shoulders, bumping her forehead against his, "Chu Xuan~" she said with a tone full of resentment.

"Ah, ouch, why did you bump into me?" Chu Xuan rubbed his forehead, looking both amused and helpless.

Ji Mingyu didn’t answer, just sat in his lap holding him, pouting in silence.

So Chu Xuan kissed her cheek, gently nibbling on her earlobe, "Just joking, how could I ever despise you~"

"Besides, if you wanted to learn, isn’t it at your fingertips? You’re just not interested."

Ming Yu was somewhat satisfied with this, "I came to this world to cultivate and become immortal, skills for little girls don’t suit me."

Then she asked, "Where are we going next?"

Chu Xuan answered matter-of-factly, "Going back, where else?"

This left Ji Mingyu unsatisfied. She counted on her fingers, "Seeking plums in the snow, drinking under the moon, adding fragrance to red sleeves, boating to collect lotuses, listening to the rain on a pleasure boat."

"You promised to do six romantic things with me, and we’ve only done five. Do you think I’m stupid?"

Chu Xuan gently stroked her long hair, "And taking you to Broken Sword Mountain to see the marvel of the silver fish in the sky? Did you forget? That also counts."

"That doesn’t count," Ming Yu pouted defiantly.

"By the way," she suddenly remembered, "can you lend me your ’Celestial Water Returning Ruins Technique’ to take a look? That would make up for it."

"Why do you suddenly want to see that?" Chu Xuan asked curiously.

"No reason, just curious. I asked before, but back then we weren’t as close as we are now, and you were stingy and wouldn’t let me see it."

When Ji Mingyu helped Chu Xuan heal his sword wound back then, she had personally witnessed him using the cultivation technique to devour the lingering sword qi and vital energy of the primordial element, and her curiosity was piqued long ago, bringing the matter up again today.

Chu Xuan hesitated for a moment. He had already told her about his being a transmigrator, and since Ming Yu’s personality wasn’t as extreme as Qing’er, she probably wouldn’t do anything rash. It might even broaden her perspective on her cultivation path.

So he took out a jade slip, inscribed a copy with his divine sense, and handed it to her.

Ji Mingyu cherished this feeling of being trusted by Chu Xuan, immediately gave him a kiss, then lay down beside him on the couch, closing her eyes to study it carefully.

After a long while, Ming Yu lifted her head, enraptured, "A genius! Whoever created this cultivation technique is undoubtedly an unparalleled genius."

"Although it seems quite heretical, it’s ingenious, different from any cultivation technique today. Ordinary demonic arts are like child’s play compared to it and might as well kneel and call it ancestor."

"It’s just..." Ji Mingyu hesitated, "The end describes something like ’rejected by heaven and earth.’ Will it affect your future ascension?"

Chu Xuan shook his head with a smile, "The person who managed the Ruins in ancient times was a great divine magician, a realm beyond our small practitioners’ imagination."

"As for ascension, we can talk about it when the time comes." He thought silently: The third great war between right and evil is probably coming soon, I should survive it first.

Ming Yu nodded, "If you can’t ascend to the celestial realm in the future, then I won’t either. I’ll just stay here with you."

Chu Xuan was dumbstruck, then laughed, "Earlier, you said you came to this world to cultivate and become immortal."

"But for you, I can give it up," Ji Mingyu said seriously.

Chu Xuan was slightly taken aback, but eventually shook his head, "For now, only heaven and earth, you and I know of this cultivation technique, remember it must not be spread."

"And then, how do you plan to repay me?"

Ming Yu sat up with a smile, wrapped her arms around his neck, and lovingly kissed his lips.

...

When Chu Xuan woke up from the dream, he still felt a bit bewildered and lost. Once upon a time, his relationship with Ming Yu was so good.

In those years, the ice-cold beauty and the vagabond Demon Venerable met, initially clashing with fists after a disagreement, but eventually sparking love.

From then on, the ice-cold beauty was melted by his passion and love, learning how to smile, and they shared many days of mutual understanding and love.

However, she disliked the Demon Venerable’s flirtations and wanted to have him exclusively to herself, which sometimes led to cold wars between them, only to reconcile again, with them becoming like affectionate enemies with their separations and reunions.

But why had things come to this point? He didn’t understand...