My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion
Chapter 114 - 96 A Sudden Scolding

Chapter 114: Chapter 96 A Sudden Scolding

Chen Yi saw that the figure of the female crown was gradually losing color, as if... turning into a solemn stone statue.

She had succumbed to inner demons.

For some reason, Chen Yi realized this.

The female crown’s body trembled, and she screamed incessantly:

"Who am I? I have been forgotten!"

Chen Yi had never imagined that this ethereal and transcendent female crown would appear so wretched.

She struggled with all her might, nearly losing her sanity, stumbling and colliding, her face filled with terror as she desperately fought, but her struggle was utterly powerless.

Chen Yi watched the scene in silence.

This royal member, the Taichua Goddess, who had always been aloof and dismissive of the mortal world, and who had tried to kill him several times, was now on the verge of collapse, constantly forgetting every memory from her past.

She tried to recall, yet all her efforts were futile.

The Taichua Goddess staggered about in confusion, attempting to break free, but unable to differentiate reality from illusion. Her original memories were being ground into dust, piece by piece.

Clutching her head, she tried to remember something, wandering back and forth in the tomb chamber, but could only feel the loss of her mind.

First, Min Ning, who should have become her dao companion, then King Jing and the Princess of Jing, then her mentor Yu Zhen... everything was slipping away...

Her consciousness was on the verge of collapse.

Chen Yi simply stood there, quietly watching her descent into madness, as if he were gaining some insight from this.

But what insight?

Is it... the "dao"?

A soft breeze passed by, and Chen Yi found himself momentarily dazed.

Within this... perhaps lies the "dao."

What dao? What kind of dao...

Chen Yi began to ponder deeply,

That exalted Goddess—who now appeared so wretched—so even she could succumb to inner demons? Someone who spoke incessantly of the eternal path... was she actually so insignificant?

Truly insignificant...

Chen Yi felt as though some illusion had shattered.

Thinking carefully, this Taichua Goddess, wasn’t she also just like this?

She spoke of immortality, of Taoist skill, yet her core was merely desire—a fixation on immortality. She seemed entirely devoted to the dao, but all she sought was her own obsession.

In his dazed state, Chen Yi suddenly felt that the transcendent female crown resembled nothing more than the red-painted skeleton.

In legend, The Bodhisattva Guanyin once gave her flesh in offering, joining with mortals, and at the peak of ecstasy, revealed herself as a skeleton—to teach that all appearance is mere illusion!

Something was being severed, and Chen Yi... was comprehending the dao. Perhaps... the last of the three corpses?

The final corpse, the last one to sever... and he too could become immortal. From the unwitting severance of the upper corpse, to the middle corpse—now the lower corpse, within just ten days he would sever all three corpses?

Amid the fleeting moments, Chen Yi suddenly felt a sharp pain.

It was the strange poison planted by An Hou, burning through his meridian points and pulling Chen Yi’s consciousness back slightly.

Chen Yi realized something.

What a coincidence, severing three corpses within mere ten days...

How coincidental indeed...

The female crown moved chaotically, her skin gradually losing its color, and perhaps unintentionally, she stumbled and crashed into Chen Yi’s arms.

Wearing her Taoist robe but utterly disheveled, her softer, alluring body collided against Chen Yi’s chest. She trembled, full of panic...

Under the sway of lust, Chen Yi no longer contemplated the dao, his eyes suddenly flying wide open,

What a coincidence!

His consciousness instantly sharpened, and Chen Yi began piecing together the various clues.

An Hou was possessed by the Tushan Clan and saw him as her son; the successive severances of upper corpse, middle corpse, and now this sudden enlightenment.

None of it was coincidence—someone was pulling the strings!

What "great dao"?

Being manipulated—what kind of "dao" is that?!

Chen Yi pressed his five fingers harder, locking the female crown in his embrace,

"Moreover... I’m just a mortal. Why do I need the dao?"

The female crown seemed to hear something and, in her trance-like state, lifted her pale face.

That face—the face she had once loathed—reappeared before her eyes.

It was the source of her ignorance, her greatest hatred and fear.

The Taichua Goddess was lost; she trembled, reaching out to the source of her hatred and disgust with a pitiful plea,

"Who are you? Tell me who you are.

Don’t let me forget you..."

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

A sneer formed on Chen Yi’s face,

"You’re begging me?"

"Begging you... Please, I beg you...."

She was forgetting everything—even her own name, forgetting her former ignorance... and once she forgot Chen Yi, she would completely turn into stone.

Her pleading resounded in his ears.

Chen Yi caressed that transcendently beautiful face—he could, of course, simply watch her turn to stone.

But letting her disappear like that—wasn’t that too easy?

Besides, wasn’t making this Immortal drown eternally in desire his very purpose?

"Chen Yi, styled Zunming, your ignorance."

Chen Yi mocked her with amusement and slowly stood up.

The white-robed female crown attempted again to throw herself into Chen Yi’s arms, but he took a step back, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Please... don’t let me forget you... Please, whatever you do... No matter what you do... Please!"

Chen Yi’s sinister smile deepened.

The rebuke he hadn’t delivered to Yin Tingxue—he would deliver to her.

After all, her name was Yin, and she was also a royal princess, wasn’t she?

Chen Yi reached out, grabbed hold of her hair, and lifted her, gazing at her otherworldly and alluring face.

"Then remember this, Yin Immortal—this is what you begged of me."

He would not allow himself to be manipulated, nor let his three corpses be severed by anyone—no matter who they were!

Especially with this suddenly repentant Immortal, desperate to avoid becoming stone—he would strike with the searing rebuke of Buddhist teachings and the overpowering enlightenment of the Taoist path.

The female crown hugged him, her mind completely lost, muttering:

"Who am I... Who am I? Please, tell me who I am?"

Chen Yi pinned her arms down and growled:

"Yin Weiyin, styled Luanhuang."

The female crown trembled, realizing that her ignorance was drawing near.

The person she hated most—feared most—would leave her with the most indelible memory.

Her robe fell to the ground, like clouds rolling and unfurling.

With each inch he advanced, the dao seemed to shatter inch by inch once more.

"I am... Yin Weiyin, styled Luanhuang..."

Once again, he became her ignorance-bound karmic affliction, and once again, she found herself.

She burst into tears,

Tears that were both sorrowful and joyous.

Soon after, the tides came to Qiantang River. Today, she seemed to finally understand... I am me.

............

From afar.

For some reason, Yin Tingxue suddenly felt a chill. She instinctively turned her head, looking toward Sword Armor.

Zhou Yitang narrowed his long eyes, his face dark as still water,

His lower corpse...

Why couldn’t he sever it?!