My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

There won't be any problem.

So everyone slowly walked across the suspension bridge one by one, with Chen Yi holding Donggong Ruoshu and walking across without stopping.

He held her hand tightly, even though the suspension bridge swayed, Yin Weiyin's heart didn't waver at all.

A warm current inexplicably flowed through the bottom of her heart. Unconsciously, fragments of the underground palace flashed through her mind, and her heart trembled a bit, but once she stood firm, she felt a little sullen.

He held Yin Weiyin's hand like this back then, and now he's holding mine the same way...

The road beneath their feet still continued.

Reaching the next fork, the group once again glanced towards Donggong Ruoshu like before, and after receiving her confirmation, they continued forward.

This seemed to form a small habit invisibly, and with Donggong Ruoshu present, the people who had been uneasy since the tower incident started felt somewhat settled, no longer as jumpy as before.

Silent all the way.

Since entering deep within, witnessing people die in front of them, the team's chatter and laughter had virtually disappeared, leaving only footsteps, breaths, and the sound of swords swaying, as they moved slowly forward until reaching another open space.

Suddenly a voice echoed,

"There's..."

In the instant the word was spoken, a sudden wind struck, and unseen amidst the space strange turmoil surged!

Encountering residual spirits again.

In the blink of an eye, they formed into a sword array, and a bloody battle was imminent.

...…

Soon, the bloody battle concluded.

The residual spirits were naturally eradicated here, not many in number, just a few, and easy to handle if properly arranged, though these spirits were unusually elusive, making them formidable foes in surprise attacks.

Moreover, the residual spirits here seemed fierce outwardly but weak inwardly, not as ferocious as before, appearing quite weakened.

The group caught their breath and once again surveyed the surrounding environment.

Looking around, the space was vast, with many vessels buried in dust, wall murals severely fragmented and unreadable, amid the mess lay some items not matching the surroundings.

Scattered copper coins, Eight Diagrams Mirror cracked and broken, torn Taoist robe bundled to one side, Magic Sword standing against the wall, resembling a clothing mound, of which there were eight in total.

Everyone gasped.

Someone couldn't resist stepping forward quickly, examining the inscription on the sword, and cried out, "It's Uncle Yuan Ding's sword..."

The Taoists' expressions turned pale, Zhao Tong sighed slowly and could only silently recite a soul-calming scripture.

These were previously the clothing mounds of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Taoists.

For two thousand years Dragon and Tiger Mountain had been searching for the Evil-Slaying Sword, with dangers lurking within the tower, and these Dragon and Tiger Taoists unsure of their chances of survival could only hastily erect tombs for their fellow disciples here.

After a brief worship, having recited the soul-calming mantra, the group set off once again, the atmosphere overhead more sullen than before.

Even though this outcome was somewhat anticipated,

The Evil-Slaying Sword is a crucial artifact of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, rumored to have been bestowed by Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad. Since it was lost within the White Tower, inevitably countless Dragon Tiger Mountain People had ventured bravely into the tower over the millennia, ending in failure regardless of who died here, on a historical scale of two thousand years, it was insignificant.

Insignificant within two thousand years, but who knows if the next batch of insignificant people might be them?

No time to think more.

Ahead, residual spirits attacked once again.

...…

Soon.

As the sword light arose, Chen Yi was clutching Donggong Ruoshu's collar.

The bloodline formed by residual spirits nearly brushed past her throat, carving a three-inch deep groove on the stone wall.

Instantly Chen Yi's sword edge broke through, enveloping the latter with immense Sword Intent, struggling was futile.

"Left seven at the Kun position!"

Donggong Ruoshu shouted low.

The Taoists in the sword array stepped unwaveringly to the left with Gang Step, slaying the attacking residual spirits.

"Three steps to the right!"

The White Lotus Sect members rolled over to avoid, and the original standing position was instantly filled with icy bone-like spikes; only then realizing, seemingly tranquil corners were also lurking with residual spirits, without the lady's reminder they would have been torn to pieces.

"Heaven and Earth reverse!" Dragon and Tiger Mountain Taoists abruptly shifted formation.

The sword edge stirred the air, tearing open a rift in the mist.

Immediately, piled like a mountain behind the fog were bronze vessels, with an object resembling a Sun Dial glowing mysteriously.

"Destroy it!" Zhao Tong shouted fiercely.

Before the voice fell, the sword momentum shattered it. The Sun Dial split into fragments, causing the entire space to tremble violently, settling only after a long while.

The residual spirits dispersed, though some were injured, fortunately, no one died.

Donggong Ruoshu was about to breathe a sigh of relief when her collar was suddenly yanked, she turned around only to meet Chen Yi's serious expression.

For no apparent reason, she felt strangely guilty, "What's wrong with you?"

"It was dangerous just now, didn't you know?"

Just moments ago, Yin Weiyin in her effort to command the Taoists and White Lotus Sect members had Donggong Ruoshu step forward a few steps, nearly getting injured by the raging residual spirits due to a moment of inattention.

She was indifferent, but Chen Yi's anxiety was undeniable.

"I..." Facing his countenance, she felt a bit guilty, angering Chen Yi had never been easy to deal with, and she remembered this vividly, "I was just careless, didn't mean to."

"Heh, with significant mishaps, does it matter if it's intentional?" He retorted coldly.

Donggong Ruoshu lowered her head, silent and sullen.

After a while, Chen Yi coldly said, "Give me your hand, I'm going to hit your hand."

As the words fell, Yin Weiyin hesitated for a moment; if it can be settled this way, then enduring some sting is fine, so she tremblingly extended her hand and shut her eyes.

As his fingertips approached, her palm felt slightly cool, she opened her eyes to see him writing a bamboo character, followed by 'ben' (笨) — foolish.

Yin Weiyin was stunned, unsure of what to say, merely dazed foolishly in place.

After a while she turned around, seeing his earnest chastisement, "Miss Donggong, if you provoke me again, next time it won't be written on your hand."

"Where will it be written then?"

Chen Yi remained silent, only tapping the scabbard.

Yin Weiyin immediately stiffened, jolted, her face immediately flushed red.

She lowered her head, mumbling for a moment before faintly cursing, "Rogue."

He is such a lecher, how could she not know? Mistaking that he was genuinely going to hit her, he never had good intentions.

Luckily, learning from experience, she won't provoke him again, nor end up in any situation involving peach graffiti, speaking of which, she won't get too close to him, much less end up in bed together...

No, aren't they already very close... also no, I meant Donggong Ruoshu, not her... no, that's incorrect too...

Yin Weiyin couldn't help but reprimand herself, why was she thinking these things?

Yet in a daze, she accidentally perceived herself and Yin Weiyin as two separate people.

Donggong Ruoshu took a deep breath; now wasn't the time for entanglement, better think about something else.

For instance... the Immortal Lady.

She finally confirmed it!

It must be Qing Yuan, silent from the start like a mute.

Appearing so plain and ordinary, it's unknown how he drew attention, secretly exchanging glances numerous times along the way.

Yin Weiyin frowned, suspecting Chen Yi's taste had changed; having feasted on delicacies, wanted to savour some grains to change taste or, more severely, not craving the body, but in terms of affection.

All in all, Qing Yuan surely had overstepped boundaries, tampering with her Golden Boy.

Yin Weiyin privately pondered, awaiting a moment of respite to confront her directly, to show this unsolicited stray cat her place.