My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Yin Weiyin raised an eyebrow slightly; what he said wasn't wrong. She possessed the body of Donggong Ruoshu, and Chen Yi didn't know who she really was, but somehow it sounded a bit odd...

After a long pause, she said, "What if... after we enter the tower, we become affectionate?"

"Don't worry, that's not possible."

Yin Weiyin secretly furrowed her brows; he was just an ordinary man and thought he had made her completely obedient, but little did he know, who was controlling whom wasn't clear. But seeing him so anxious, she decided to put up with him for now, knowing he'd realize his mistake eventually.

Just imagine, when she sacrifices herself in front of him, in that instant, memories flood his heart, and he realizes that all the indifference he previously expressed had unwittingly carved deep emotions... The thought crossed her mind, and thinking of his grief-stricken expression, she inexplicably felt a bit excited, yet somewhat reluctant.

Ahead.

All the way down, whether it was the Daoist or the White Lotus Sect people, everyone was initially very tense. But as the path widened and the journey became smoother, all the anticipated dangers didn't appear, not even a hint of change.

The scenery before them was as mundane as mundane could be—dark and gloomy requiring the illumination of firelight, vast and silent needing the adornment of footsteps. Occasionally, indistinct murals could be seen on the surrounding walls, but that was it.

Everything seemed so normal.

The only issue was...

Huang Duren continuously asked, "Did anyone see him?"

Zhao Tong paused for a moment and said, "I thought he was with you guys."

Chen Yi seemed to be closer to the White Lotus Sect, and, being a notorious rebel, it made sense for him to stick with them. However, the puzzled looks of the White Lotus Saint Heir gave him the answer.

This inevitably raised suspicion.

He was the one who advised the two sides to work together to find the tower, yet when they entered the tower, he was nowhere to be found.

But since they had already entered the tower, it made no sense to leave and search for him, otherwise one side might seize the opportunity, and it'd be all for naught.

"Forget about him, let's keep going. Let's see how far we can go today." After a long time, Zhao Tong said.

So, they continued moving forward, following the wide path downward. The stone walls extended in all directions, and the space seemed to be constantly expanding. Initially, the firelights from both sides could illuminate almost everything, but now they could only light up a fraction, and soon, only scattered sections could be seen.

Facing an increasingly expansive space, they seemed smaller and smaller, like ants walking on a plate. Yet as the space expanded, the scenery remained unchanged, still so vast and desolate, with a heavy atmosphere pressing down on the team.

Faint chatter began within the team; initially, two or three female cultivators chattered, then gradually it expanded.

"Why didn't Chen Yi come?"

"I don't know, maybe he got scared at the last moment."

"Ha, I thought he was so powerful; guys like him are all show and no go."

When women start chatting, they rarely pay attention to timing, and they don't stop when they should; once they're engaged, time seems irrelevant.

"He has a famous reputation, but who knows if it's all just for show," a beautiful female cultivator said sullenly.

At this, another female cultivator chimed in, "You can't say that; his reputation for being ugly is quite famous too. Remember that picture? With the pointed monkey face and grotesque features; it gave me a fright the first time I saw it."

"Maybe he really is that ugly; Jianghu people all know a bit about disguises."

"Yeah, otherwise why would they say he's a toad trying to eat swan meat, climbing up to Taichua Goddess?"

"Haha, it really seems he's just a toad."

... Their conversations echoed in the underground space, gossiping about Battalion Commander Chen.

Yin Weiyin listened, heart pounding.

She clearly remembered the wanted posters spread far and wide, a handiwork of her father, Prince Jing.

Back when he was a West Factory Battalion Commander, he had enmity with Prince Jing Mansion, and Prince Jing never liked this son-in-law. He only accepted him grudgingly because of their Daoist bond, and the hideous depiction on the wanted posters surely carried some resentment.

Voices floated around, and Chen Yi's expression was unclear, as he took a deep breath and muttered, "Yin Weiyin..."

The female crown shivered, almost raising her hands in surrender out of instinct.

But snapping back to reality, remembering that her actual self was not here, Yin Weiyin steadied herself, and after a moment, feigned surprise, "Yin... Yin Weiyin... who is that?"

Chen Yi paused and turned his head to see her approaching, looking at him with concern.

She asked cautiously, "You... you're not having an affair with someone else, are you..."

Chen Yi's steps faltered.

An inexplicable feeling emerged, like being caught red-handed for an accidental slip of the tongue.

Seeing his slightly stiff expression, awkward and at a loss, Yin Weiyin secretly chuckled. He seldom had to back down in front of her; if she didn't seize this chance to laugh, then when?

Yet Chen Yi remained silent for a long time before slowly explaining, "It's no one, just a Daoist nun friend of mine."

Yin Weiyin's eyes widened, and her smile froze.

Damn, the boomerang hit her face.

Even knowing he was just playing along, the words were infuriating, although she could only hold her anger in, swallowing her pride. She forced herself to remain calm, her face innocuous as she said, "Oh, then I misunderstood you."

"Yes, you misunderstood me."