My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chen Yi didn't know whose dream he had wandered into.

There was music deep within,

women danced to the music, their dances beautiful and captivating, the swirling skirts drifted among the bamboo leaves, intense and bold, sometimes dispersing, sometimes gathering, here playing instruments, there vivid and lively.

Damn this is so imperial!

Even someone like Chen Yi, who was both bold and knowledgeable, couldn't help but swallow hard at the sight.

Bamboo leaves fluttering, the jingling bells swayed on sweat-drenched arms, as if tapping on his heart, then leaving with a smile, teasing him, leaving him helpless, having no choice but to succumb.

Chen Yi wasn't one to submit,

he was very spirited.

Ahead was a demoness with a charming smile, her eyebrows and appearance like flowing water, her tongue teasingly poised, seductively beckoning to Chen Yi.

His whole body was in a fever, pores bristling, Chen Yi laughed boldly, raised his sword, and strode forward,

"What do you want?"

The demoness smiled shyly, hesitated to speak, then demurely said, "What else could it be, of course, it's... your sword..."

Swoosh!

A pitch-black long sword pierced through her chest, her face filled with shock, eyes wide open.

"Didn't you want the sword? Then die."

With those words, Chen Yi twisted the sword, and the demoness instantly dispersed like mist, the surrounding laughter came to a halt, the previously beautiful faces showing some paleness.

A moment later,

the sound of music intensified.

The women laughed once more, their dancing figures wild and vibrant, each laughter mixed with soft gasps, white waists like snakes in the bamboo forest.

Chen Yi laughed along, raised his sword, and plunged into the killing array.

The wind surged with the sword, the sword light like a rainbow, bamboo leaves whirling like countless green blades, where the sword light touched, all turned to ashes.

The sword light surged like a tide, the seductive allure of the women posing no hindrance to Chen Yi's killing spree, as if he knew nothing about feminine charms, he recklessly charged and slew, dispersing the demonesses bewitching hearts like clouds and mist.

Those within seemed infuriated by his refusal to cooperate.

The sound of music intensified again, the scattered mist gathered on the remaining demonesses, their enchanting smiles becoming more lascivious, the ripples in the Heart Lake growing larger, as if about to erupt in monstrous waves.

Chen Yi turned around, twisted his sword, having just cut down a demoness, suddenly found a beautiful woman with glossy black skin holding his hand, she appeared pitiful, although dark, was uniquely enchanting, deep hues adorning her chest, uniquely captivating...

He narrowed his cold eyes, his wrist twitched to lift the sword to strike, only to realize the sword was gone from his hand... empty, Chen Yi stood there bewildered.

In a blink of an eye.

Where was the black beauty, it was just the Hou Kang Sword!

It was a mirage...

Flirtatious laughter wildly surrounded like an encircling threat, Chen Yi narrowed his eyes, looked around.

Enchanting, intoxicating, holding one's heart tightly, Heart Lake's ripples arose in layers.

The view became increasingly blurry, even trying not to look, Chen Yi's increasingly vivid imagination conjured indescribable images, the laughter more wild, as if he, a mortal man, would inevitably succumb, deeply trapped.

Well, since the imagination is so rampant and hard to control.

No need for a sword,

switch to a knife.

Whose knife?

Min Ning's knife.

Without distractions, drawing from the waist, Chen Yi switched from sword to knife, in a daze, Hero Min was beside him, patting his shoulder, throwing him a glance.

Go ahead.

Chen Yi took the knife and charged towards the seductive scenery, without care for anything else, if Min Ning were here, he would charge into the fray with him, and when faced with demonesses trying to seduce him, would slaughter even more fiercely and harshly!

Every pore in his body burned, countless gentle, boneless hands reaching out, many indescribable horrors at every turn, overwhelming the senses, yet with one strike from Min Ning, the entire scene ripped apart, the demonesses dispersed with the wind.

Bamboo leaves wildly danced, Chen Yi carved a bloody path.

The surrounding laughter gradually diminished, the air seemed fresher, Chen Yi looked around again, the stirred desires remained, but were not as intense as before.

He took a breath, felt slightly better.

However, the music hadn't ceased.

Donggong Ruoshu hurriedly followed, the Tai Sha Sword pointed towards the depths, this somewhat intelligent yet not overly so Flying Sword also realized things weren't right.

Time could not be wasted, nor give the master here a chance to recover, Chen Yi quickened his pace, delving deeper along the increasingly narrow bamboo path.

As if sensing his approach, the music grew more enchanting, softly and beguilingly, stirring the most primitive fantasies in the heart, along the path bamboo swayed, amidst shadows flickering like figures flitting past, but when Chen Yi turned his knife towards them, they vanished without a trace.

Chen Yi held No Distraction, honestly speaking, these demonesses formed of cloud and mist, though enchanting, lacked a sense of realism, merely giving a strong visual impact under the music's enchantment.

He was intrigued, but not truly moved.

With No Distraction in hand, Chen Yi could derisively whisper to himself, "Far inferior to Yin Weiyin."

Donggong Ruoshu's ears twitched, glanced at him, lowered her head to hide a laugh... he occasionally had some delightfully honest comments.

With each step, rounding clusters of bamboo, the music became more urgent, around shadows moved more intensely, countless figures rushed out from the forest, all leaping at him, only to be eradicated with one strike.

Chen Yi raised his knife once more, the majestic knife force breaking through the sea of bamboo, facing the depths.