My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Indistinct and ancient in tone, the thunderous roar threatened to shatter one's eardrums.

The space before them suddenly distorted, and the lateral pressure clashed with a bang, sweeping across the Sword Array. The leading Taoist spat blood, yet the Array did not collapse but moved several yards forward forcibly.

The Kui Demon's sweeping attack was powerful and heavy, but it gave Chen Yi a moment to catch his breath. He seized the opportunity to channel energy throughout his body, stabilizing the wavering Sword Intent World once again, pouring out the vast Sword Qi.

"Three steps!"

As Chen Yi took off from the ground, the bricks where he stood cracked radially, sword light shooting out. The Kui Demon spun and roared like thunder, throwing a punch which Chen Yi countered mid-air, the sword's edge piercing through the transparent chest, and the Kui Demon's eyes flared with red light like a furnace.

"Southeast, seven steps to the Xun position!"

Qing Yuan seized the moment, guiding the Sword Array into the battlefield. The sword momentum sliced into the void, nearly brushing past Chen Yi's ear. The void trembled like a lake, and the ensuing shock knocked three Taoists at the rear of the Sword Array out of the air. Qing Yuan continued his forward slice, and under immense pressure, the Sword Array shattered like a flower yet stubbornly advanced another three inches.

The Sword Array that cut through the Dragon and Tiger Mountain's sacred ground was like a wedge driven deep into a mighty tree.

The Kui Demon's body boiled, and its frantic roars made the entire underground palace emit a deathly groan.

Chen Yi, free of distracting thoughts, slashed at the Kui Demon—one strike wasn't enough, so he delivered another, like continuous Heavenly Thunder crashing into the invisible body. Qing Yuan also attacked with one sword after another, until the Sword Array could no longer hold and shattered repeatedly. Yet, the couple's blades worked in perfect harmony, and the Kui Demon was unable to withstand any longer, its entire body trembling violently.

Even the struggle to retaliate seemed powerless.

Like a person pinned to the wall with a blade, no matter how arrogant and terrifying before, now left with only weak struggles.

"Cut it down!"

The Sword Formation Spell's voice was like tearing fabric.

The remaining sword forces consolidated and plunged into the Kui Demon's body. The momentum of cutting through the Dragon and Tiger Mountain's sacred ground was unstoppable, slicing from the inside out and splitting the transparent abdomen, the ensuing airflow cascading like a flood breaking through a dam.

When the storm gradually subsided.

Chen Yi and Qing Yuan exchanged a glance, then withdrew in unison, pulling out their blades,

after which came the booming sound of a giant entity collapsing to the ground.

...

The turmoil ceased.

Although unseen and untouchable, the booming crash of the colossal creature's collapse thundered like an echo still reverberating in the hearts of the people.

The Taoists panted heavily, still in shock, yet as they exchanged glances, they realized not one of them had died on this trip, and they had obliterated this divine remnant spirit. Their previously panicked hearts pulsed with intense excitement.

Soon after, Zhao Tong and others arrived late, learning the situation from a few junior disciples. After verifying the facts amidst some doubt, the words he intended to reprimand were suddenly stuck, replaced by endless astonishment.

He turned his head, looking at Donggong Ruoshu in full surprise and confusion.

She was nestled in Chen Yi's arms, as if needing the comfort of a young beast, innocently shrinking back.

After a brief survey of the surroundings, Zhao Tong slowly approached.

"What do you want?" asked Chen Yi directly, seemingly unwilling to let Zhao Tong agitate the woman in his arms.

"I just have a few questions to ask."

Zhao Tong expressed no malice. Donggong Ruoshu exchanged a glance with Chen Yi, seemingly seeking confirmation. When Chen Yi nodded, she said, "Then go ahead and ask..."

Zhao Tong took a deep breath, understanding he couldn't ask much and deciding to focus on the key: "That was a Kui Demon. We've just confirmed it, but how... how did you predict it was a Kui Demon beforehand?"

"Predict?"

Donggong Ruoshu seemed puzzled and only after a while did she counter-ask:

"What is prediction?"

Zhao Tong was taken aback, suspecting he heard wrong. He touched the Eight Diagrams Mirror at his waist, attempting a divination gesture,

"It's using divination to calculate, to foresee."

This was evidently common sense, and the hardest thing to explain is common sense. After watching his gesturing for a while, Donggong Ruoshu finally seemed to understand and said, "I can't predict."

Zhao Tong was even more stunned, and gradually bewilderment turned to peculiarity and doubt. If it were divination, while strange, it could still be explained. At the Demon Refining Abyss, even though divination was obstructed, under certain unknown influences, predicting results was possible, though their authenticity might be questionable.

In other words, behind this, there might be an unknown existence on par with—or even above—the Kui Demon.

As the Heavenly Master's first disciple, he naturally had to verify its origins and establish cooperation if possible. The woman before him was likely intentionally deceiving.

So, he slowly asked, "If it wasn't prediction, how could you be sure it was a Kui Demon? We're all in the same predicament, there's no need for deceit."

"I really didn't predict," Donggong Ruoshu stood still and after a while, countered: "Can't you... see it?"

Upon these words, silence enveloped everyone.

Not only Zhao Tong, everyone was stunned.

Such a simple, direct answer struck at their very hearts. Zhao Tong's face was rigid, unable to utter a word as the first disciple of the Heavenly Master.

There wasn't some higher tier unknown existence...

Or was it that... this seemingly naive girl was the unknown existence herself?!

Donggong Ruoshu gazed blankly around, exuding a slight confusion beneath her exterior appearance,

far away, the female crown felt a dark satisfaction in her heart.

They were all frightened. Nothing was more satisfying than displaying one's divine abilities with an innocent look!

Even if her Taoist Heart was as clear as a mirror, ripples still rose imperceptibly.

Yin Weiyin, facing the astonished looks of everyone, feigned fear as if she had misspoken, secretly delighted. She turned her face to see Chen Yi's expression.

To glimpse this Golden Boy... Yin Weiyin was slightly puzzled.

He was solemn, without a trace of astonishment, only an indecipherable concern in his gentle eyes.

Yin Weiyin lowered her head, avoiding his gaze, suddenly feeling that such divine display was meaningless and dull.