My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

The one who died was none other than Jingming. Zhao Tong had just confirmed the soul of the deceased with him, and in the blink of an eye, he had also become a dead man.

It immediately sent chills down everyone's spine.

Previously, they wanted to handle things delicately, but now they couldn't keep it secret any longer. Both the Dragon and Tiger Mountain people and the White Lotus Sect had discovered the corpse, and upon learning from Zhao Tong that someone had already died before, it instantly caused an uproar.

"What is going on?! What kinds of demons and ghosts are causing trouble?"

"Could it be... could it be that we offended this temple... this temple is spiritual, so..."

"The White Lotus Sect people are fine? They're actually fine?!"

The Taoists' voices trembled, filled with panic. Without seeing demons or evil spirits, there were these strange deaths one after another. Although they practiced Taoist skills, they had never experienced such bizarre situations. The panic continued to spread, not unlike common people dealing with demons and ghosts.

Demons and ghosts themselves are not worth fearing; it's the things beyond understanding that truly terrify people.

In the midst of the Taoists' anxiety, a White Lotus Sect member suddenly prostrated on the ground, fervently shouting, "The Red Sun calamity has ended, the White Sun will rise! Mother of Non-Birth protect us! Mother of Non-Birth protect us!"

The rest of the White Lotus Sect members followed suit, one after another, with frenzied and ecstatic expressions on their faces, mumbling incessantly, as if their scriptures were affirmed, the righteous path revealed, and the Vacuum Home was the ultimate destination for everything.

These fanatical shouts were like adding oil to a hot pan, causing the already fearful Taoists to become even more terrified.

"This temple is haunted, definitely haunted!"

"It's those evil people's ghosts!"

"Evil techniques, it must be evil techniques, otherwise, how could nothing happen to them? I said we shouldn't have walked with them!"

As the accusatory words fell, a member of the White Lotus Sect immediately jumped out to scold them.

"What are you bunch of lousy Taoists saying? Wanna say that again?!"

"Your grandpa acts openly and aboveboard, how could he stoop to such vile acts!"

"You lousy Taoists better convert to the Mother of Non-Birth early, so you'll still have a place in the Vacuum Home in the future!"

...Not knowing which side couldn't hold their tongue, swords were drawn for intimidation, and in an instant, the ancient temple was like a powder keg, just a spark away from exploding.

At the critical moment, the Saint Heirs still held back the White Lotus Sect people, and Zhao Tong held back the Dragon and Tiger Taoists. After several rounds of rebuke, the two sides slowly regained their composure.

However, the already scarce trust was almost depleted.

Violet Compassion Sage glanced at the Taoists and said, "This matter has nothing to do with our Holy Sect. If you all can't trust us, then either head back or go ahead first."

The Taoists exchanged glances, made up their minds, and decided to leave the eerie temple where people had met with sudden deaths overnight.

Even though Zhao Tong felt uneasy and worried about the White Lotus Sect stabbing them in the back, given the situation, it was wise to proceed first. This ancient temple was certainly not safe.

Therefore, the group of Taoists started packing their things, collected the corpses into coffins, and prepared to set off.

Chen Yi looked at the two bodies being placed into coffins, furrowing his brow.

He chanted a spell to Open the Heavenly Eye.

It was still the same—no demons, no ghosts. Jingming died naturally, like someone in a village who becomes too tired one day and falls asleep, and nobody thinks much about it until it's time to eat and the person doesn't show up.

But two people died overnight, both from Dragon and Tiger Mountain. No matter how natural the deaths seemed, they were strange and abnormal.

Chen Yi's thoughts raced, and he went to ask the Old Saintess, but she couldn't make sense of it either.

"I don't understand; I don't get it either. How could they just die... Is there any common factor?"

"They're all from Dragon and Tiger Mountain. Jingming checked the soul of the first person. That's all."

"Could there be a curse transmitted from soul to soul?" Chen Yi narrowed his eyes. Such a possibility couldn't be ruled out, but the truth remained elusive, and the source of danger was still unknown. That was what made it most frightening.

He felt his clothing being tugged and turned his head to see Donggong Ruoshu staring wide-eyed, trembling with some fear.

"It's so scary," her voice wobbled a bit.

"Don't be afraid; I'm here." Chen Yi paused and deliberately advised, "There might be some soul-transmitted curse here."

Yin Weiyin hesitated.

Death is just death; she was a bit worried, but her true self was far away, so she couldn't be harmed. But if it's a soul-transmitted curse...

Could she be the next target?

Yin Weiyin shivered.

"Don't... don't move too far from me; I'm too scared to sleep." She hurriedly got up and clutched Chen Yi's hem tightly.

Initially, she was just pretending to be pitiful, but now she was really feeling a bit pitiful... Whenever there was danger, she instinctively relied on Chen Yi.

Feeling the tug on his clothing, Chen Yi inexplicably found it familiar, but couldn't quite recall why.

Glancing back again, he saw that the Taoists had already set off; there was time to ponder later.

Leaving the ancient temple, the Taoists continued along the path behind it. The surroundings became increasingly dark, yet the road ahead was so wide it seemed boundless, as if walking in the Underworld.

No, the Underworld wasn't this desolate.

The ancient temple gradually receded, but the Taoists remained alert, their breathing more anxious and uneasy. The road ahead seemed to stretch for thousands of miles, with no certainty of finding true safety.

Chen Yi kept observing carefully, yet never found anything unusual. The only noteworthy sight was catching Qing Yuan's eyes slightly narrowed, seemingly in deep thought.