My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion
Chapter 109 - 92 Kill Her!

Chapter 109: Chapter 92 Kill Her!

Amid Anhou’s heart-wrenching cries, the colossal Three-Legged Twin-Dragon Bronze Cauldron emerged from the shadows, standing on the Heavenly Altar like a towering, majestic mountain.

Chen Yi gazed at the Three-Legged Twin-Dragon Cauldron and recalled the words from *Mozi*:

[In ancient times, Xia Houkai had Feilian smelt metal from the mountains and rivers, forging it at Kunwu.]

The world only knows that Dayu cast the Nine Cauldrons and divided the nine provinces, revering the heavens and emulating the earth. Yet, few are aware that Dayu’s son, Xia Houqi, also cast a cauldron at Kunwu.

This colossal Twin-Dragon Cauldron, shadowed by the bronze dragon chariot on the walls, seemed to proclaim the reason behind Xia Qi’s matricide—Heaven was unbalanced, the sacrificial rites disrupted!

As Anhou’s hoarse cries pierced the air, nine white fox tails abruptly sprouted from her body. Her figure grotesquely transformed into a beast-like form, as though the Tushan Clan had merged into her three souls and seven spirits, sending out mournful wails.

The Three-Legged Twin-Dragon Cauldron ignited without fire, with wisps of ethereal white smoke rising. As the Heavenly Altar quaked, the surrounding undead began to stir, climbing up from the ground as if returning to life.

Lin Wanxiao’s face turned deathly pale. She collapsed to the ground, her vision dimming before she fainted.

A weighty sense of oppression emanated from the great cauldron, making the bronze dragon chariot on the murals appear increasingly vast and ancient.

The subtle tremors reached even to the bones. Chen Yi placed his hand on the hilt of his blade, his deep breaths slowing unconsciously. With the undead rising one after another, he seemed transported back to ancient times.

Anhou wept uncontrollably:

"Yi’er, must you kill your mother? Do you really have to kill your mother?! Why must you kill me? Why must you extinguish our lineage?!"

Her voice overlapped as if from two beings, at times resembling Anhou, and at others the Tushan Clan. Anhou seemed unable to distinguish herself, while the Three-Legged Twin-Dragon Cauldron, shrouded in smoke, seemed to channel its pleas directly to the heavens!

The hypnotic cries reverberated, crashing into Chen Yi’s mind. Layer upon layer of mental pressure buried him, his thoughts scattering like rivers crossing one another, chaotic and uncontrolled.

"Calm down, calm down!"

Chen Yi clutched his head. He saw the golden inscription characters rise up, suppressing the nine-tailed Anhou in place, like a lamb being offered up on the sacrificial altar!

Chen Yi steadied his thoughts and noticed the Taichua Goddess beside him, gazing at the bronze cauldron, as if faintly hearing the resonance of the Dao.

He turned his head and saw the ancient Xia people rising one by one. Their forms were varied, their skin carrying the texture of antiquity, their faces stiff and motionless.

"Qi, kill her!"

A sudden cry erupted. A Xia shaman, holding a bronze rod, raised his stiff face etched with a look of past terror.

Chen Yi drew his blade from its sheath.

The Xia warriors, who should have perished in sacrifice to the heavens, roared in rage while lamenting in sorrow. Bronze swords and bronze shields, once buried with them in sacrifice, materialized in their hands. The vast expanse of the altar turned into an ancient battlefield.

Bathed in the crimson brilliance of a relic, Chen Yi advanced with his blade. A Xia warrior, with the build of a tiger or leopard, charged at him ferociously, slashing down with dual swords. In the next breath, Chen Yi’s figure blurred. In an instant, he appeared behind the warrior, cleaving him in two from the waist.

Another warrior rushed forward, wielding a long spear whose thrust tore through the wind. Chen Yi sidestepped, crushing the spear shaft underfoot, and instantly drove his blade into the undead warrior’s skull. A faint blue-green light seeped from the corpse, flowing into the Three-Legged Twin-Dragon Cauldron.

Before Chen Yi could ponder further, countless warriors charged at him from all directions.

Chen Yi twisted his form, his blade flashing, severing a bronze sword-wielding warrior and splitting him in two. The thunderous impact echoed like muffled explosions, with dust billowing up from the ground in visible waves.

A deadly spear thrust at him from behind, tearing his garment and exposing his iron-like back. Blood trickled from the spear’s tip, leaving his first wound.

With a reverse slash, Chen Yi decapitated the spear-wielding warrior.

Hissing in pain, Chen Yi gritted his teeth and slaughtered relentlessly. Slash after slash, he brought down one enemy after another. Yet with every warrior he killed, more rose from the white smoke of the bronze cauldron. On this Heavenly Altar within the depths of the Tushan Underground Palace, nine thousand individuals had been sacrificed to the heavens. Could he alone fend off nine thousand warriors? Before long, when his inner energy ran dry, he would inevitably face exhaustion and death.

"Xia Qi, you and Tushan are both remnants! Kill her to mend the Heavenly Dao!"

The shaman bellowed hoarsely, as if echoing the cries of ancient eras.

The words reached both Chen Yi and the female crown.

The female crown murmured incessantly: "The Way of Heaven, it removes the surplus to make up for the deficiency.

Tushan bore Qi, creating an excess in the Heavenly Dao. Hence, Qi must kill Tushan to correct the deficiency in the Dao."

The words settled in Chen Yi’s ears.

"Yin Weiyin!"

Chen Yi shouted toward the gradually distracted Taichua Goddess.

Her gaze regained a trace of clarity. She furrowed her brows lightly and cast a glance at Chen Yi before looking toward the resurrected Xia people.

Raising her hand, she pulled out three paper figures from her chest, breathed on them, and threw them softly to the ground.

Three female figures wielding blades appeared, moving according to the Taichua Goddess’s will as they joined the fray against the Xia warriors.

Chen Yi’s pressure was greatly alleviated.

At that moment, a massive undead figure, standing a full zhang tall, rose from the Heavenly Altar like a small giant clad in bronze armor, resembling a ghostly deity from antiquity.

The Xia general wielded an enormous sword, stepping forward with dust rising in his wake, striding toward Chen Yi like a mountain spirit.

Chen Yi’s face turned solemn. This Xia general emanated an aura comparable to that of a Fifth-Grade Martial Artist.

He turned to glance at the Taichua Goddess.

She lowered her gaze slightly and gave a faint nod.

"I will assist you."

She withdrew a Thunder Talisman, a gift she had received from the Shangqing Sect.

Chen Yi surged forward to confront the Xia general.

The general raised his massive sword high, slamming it down at Chen Yi with overwhelming force. The sword’s motion stirred a lateral storm of dust-filled winds!

Chen Yi lifted his own blade, unleashing a tempestuous slash akin to thunder and rain combined.

*Clang!*

The metallic collision resounded sharply, the Brocade Spring Blade vibrating intensely. The enormous sword was forcibly deflected several inches, forcing the Xia general to retreat a few steps. A flicker of fury flashed across his stiff, icy expression.

The Xia general prepared for another strike.

In the next moment, a lightning bolt as thick as a wrist pierced through his shoulder.

The massive arm, along with the giant sword, crashed to the ground, sending up yet another wave of dust.

Chen Yi advanced, leaping into the air, and drove his blade through the general’s skull. The towering figure collapsed like a fallen banner.

Yet, before Chen Yi could catch his breath, a Xia warrior lunged at him from behind, spear raised.

Chen Yi spun swiftly and decapitated the attacker with a single slash. Staggering back, he gasped, nearly losing the rhythm of his inner energy.

The shaman still held the bronze rod aloft, screaming: "Hou Qi, kill her! Wipe out the Tushan clan!"

"Shut up."

Chen Yi suddenly charged forward like an eagle alighting from the heavens.

Leaping over several Xia warriors in succession, he carved a bloody path with his blade, eventually reaching the shaman, though his momentum began to flag.

"Heaven is disquieted!"

"Then silence it!"

The shaman swept his rod horizontally, but Chen Yi raised his arm to parry, then slashed with his blade like a dragon, splitting the shaman’s head in two.

Even as the shaman’s lips twitched faintly to speak:

"The rites... disrupted..."

"Keep it to yourself!"

Chen Yi slashed once more.

Turning back to the battlefield, Chen Yi assumed the shaman’s fall would bring an end to the chaos.

Contrary to his hopes, the Xia warriors swarmed like enraged bees. From the white smoke of the Three-Legged Twin-Dragon Cauldron emerged yet another shaman, rising from the dust.

He rasped out a shrill cry: "Heaven is disquieted, the rites disrupted. Slay Tushan! Mend the Heavenly Dao!"

With this cry, the Xia warriors became even more frenzied. Two giant Xia generals emerged from the altar, while the jade-green giant dragon engraved on the ground seemed ready to break free at any moment.

Chen Yi panted heavily.

The source, the root of it all, lay within that cauldron.

Chen Yi fixed his gaze on the towering Three-Legged Twin-Dragon Cauldron. Visions overwhelmed him once more: an ancient emperor tearing his mother’s body apart, filling the cauldron with Tushan’s blood, where it steamed into blood-red lotus-shaped mist, sacrificing to the oldest god—Hao Tian Shangdi.

Dayu cast Nine Cauldrons to divide the land.

Qi forged one cauldron to slay his mother.

The Three-Legged Twin-Dragon Cauldron seemed alive, recalling those ancient epochs. The golden inscription characters on the murals became clearer than ever.

Chen Yi, like a cavalryman breaking a formation, charged toward the bronze cauldron, intent on shattering it into dust.

Sensing his intent, the Xia generals and warriors surged like tidal waves, their blades and swords forming a deadly storm aimed to swallow him whole.

Chen Yi had no choice but to retreat.

Turning around, he heard a voice.

That ethereal woman, who seemed detached from all impurities, had her gaze locked on the cauldron, her ears attuned to the resonance of the Dao.

"Give me time. I’ll destroy the cauldron."

She softly proposed.

On the bronze cauldron, one single golden inscription glowed.

It read... "Dao."