My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

A delicate laugh resounded once more, as the sound of the zither reached its peak and suddenly halted. The ethereal woman beside the instrument circled around it with elegance and beauty unmatched, far superior to the previous demonesses.

Even Chen Yi paused slightly.

But soon, he collected himself, lowered his eyes, and tightened his grip with a clear mind, silently thinking, "Not as good as Yin Weiyin." With that, he advanced forward.

A trace of allure flickered in the eyes of the ethereal woman. A fragrant breeze carried with it swirling bamboo leaves, encircling her. Chen Yi brushed aside the bamboo leaves, and she transformed, her aura now ethereal, like mist and lightning,

transforming into the appearance of Yin Weiyin.

Damn, this move is ruthless!

Chen Yi halted entirely, the long-repressed desires of Ying Yu surged forth like a flood breaching a dam, causing monumental waves within the Heart Lake, flooding mountains, drowning the heavens and earth, with surging tides sweeping away everything.

"Yin Weiyin" stepped closer, creating lotus blooms with each step, her fragrant breath near his lips. Chen Yi retreated continuously, each step back met with her advancing two steps, soon leaving him with nowhere to retreat, about to meet his end here.

Beside him, "Min Ning" intended to raise her weapon to slay and destroy this soul-stirring malicious illusion, but "Yin Weiyin" lightly tapped her, causing Min Ning's figure to ripple with a faint red blush, making her appear indescribably lovely.

Ultimately, she softened, and within Chen Yi's vision, she fell into his embrace.

"Yin Weiyin" smirked, with a hint of mischievous delight, though not sly, rather cunning.

She was about to entwine in a kiss.

Bam!

Suddenly, the ancient zither was lifted high and smashed down by Donggong Ruoshu!

This strike brimming with thunderous anger.

Chen Yi only heard a mighty crash, and in an instant, the entire facade of "Yin Weiyin" collapsed, revealing the twisted, ferocious face of the ethereal woman; despite still being beautiful, it was now insignificant.

A flash of the blade, piercing through.

The ethereal woman was penetrated, immense rending pain causing her visage to lose its coherence, her smile remaining, as if leaving a sorrowful expression for him never to forget.

Donggong Ruoshu struck again!

Amidst the thunderous roar, her expression stiffened, and the Tai Sha Sword followed, delivering the final blow, causing all illusions to shatter instantly.

...

Once the illusions dispersed, looking around, they found themselves atop endless mountain ranges.

In the distance, the sea of clouds stretched endlessly, a mixture of red and black, iron-hard, appearing as if one could walk upon them. Chen Yi, using his Heavenly Eye, checked and confirmed that the path pointed by the Tai Sha Sword indeed led directly to the core of the Illusion Dream.

Chen Yi glanced at the shattered ancient zither, its intricate patterns interwoven, beneath its broken strings still faintly resonated sounds, clearly no ordinary object.

"Seems like... a residual spirit dwelling within this ancient zither?"

An object, over time, becoming refined, transforming into a divine entity is not unusual, like the golden bell transforming into a dog assisting in dispelling evil, or the green porcelain pillow transforming into a woman, sharing a spring night, even the wick before Buddha can become divine, enjoying countless tributes. Thus, an ancient zither transforming into a divine entity seems quite natural.

Of course, not every object casually transforms, much less into a divine being. An object capable of refinement must be touched by Spiritual Energy, while an object capable of Divinity Transformation inherently possesses the touch of Divine Qi.

Hearing the inquiry, Old Saintess perceived for a while before slowly responding:

"Not simple, this zither... not simple indeed. Divinity Transformation aside, it might be a residual spirit dwelling upon it, yet... this is a divine entity born over ages."

Chen Yi was slightly surprised at this,

"So, it wasn't a residual spirit earlier?"

"Correct, it's a complete divine entity, naturally born,"

The Old Saintess's voice gradually grew solemn, like forged metal, her gaze complex,

"Boy, you might have heard of objects refining into spirits, but what you don't know is, a wick before Buddha becoming divine is due to its service before the Buddha."

"Then this zither..."

"This ancient zither becoming divine is due to its service to... the Daughter of the Heavenly Emperor." The Old Saintess enunciated each word, "Wushan Goddess, known as Yao Ji."

With those few words ending, a moment of silence passed between them.

My Heavenly Emperor's youngest daughter, named Yao Ji, died unmarried at an early age, enshrined at Wushan, her essence residing in blades of grass, coaxed into homage, communing through dreams, thus known as the Maiden of Wushan and the Damsel of Gaotang, moving clouds by day and rain by night.

Most people have heard something of this, especially Chen Yi, who after a while said, "That origin is indeed quite notable."

More than notable, such a figure only appears in mythology, even her father being a Heavenly Emperor of a realm.

Chen Yi took a deep breath, glanced at Donggong Ruoshu, but fortunately, by his side, there was a "Taiyi."

Throughout the journey, in every dream, this "Donggong Ruoshu" remained unaffected, on the contrary, she was able to exert influence instead. The prior Ancient Zither God was smashed apart by her, indicating... her existence wielded significant origins.

Even the Wushan Goddess might not be able to affect her, let alone drag her into a dream.

Capturing Chen Yi's gaze, Yin Weiyin glanced slightly aside, she always hoped for Chen Yi to revere her as the Goddess, his every look worshipful, yet such a gaze from him was rare.

Now this Golden Boy... finally understood the significance.

She inescapably felt fortunate, that her decision to enter this body was truly correct, the schemes of immortals are indeed beyond the clarity of short-term gains and losses.

Nonetheless, she feigned ignorance and asked, "Is there... something on my face?"