My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion
Chapter 115 - 97: Don’t Even Think About Becoming an Immortal

Chapter 115: Chapter 97: Don’t Even Think About Becoming an Immortal

It felt like I had a nightmare...

This nightmare wasn’t like this at the start. In the beginning, she ascended step by step, nearing the Great Dao, about to push open the wondrous gate, relying on the Goddess’s legacy for ascension.

Endless resplendent lights and ethereal glimmers surrounded her, faintly accompanied by the cry of immortal cranes. It felt as though one foot had transcended already, while the other still lingered in the mortal realm.

But then... that face appeared.

She still remembered—it was sneering. It forcibly dragged her down from the Great Dao, pinned her to the ground, True Qi surged into her meridian points, and everything exploded into chaos. It seemed as though a section of the Longevity Bridge had snapped.

What followed in the dream became increasingly blurry. All she could recall was forgetting who she was, wanting to turn into a mere stone. In the end, that face reappeared, consuming her entire field of vision.

Yin Weiyin raised her eyes, her consciousness gradually clearing. She saw a shadow stirring—the indistinct outline slowly taking shape, until that horrifying face firmly edged itself into her vision.

A chilling sensation crawled up her spine, and Yin Weiyin’s eyes widened.

The nightmare was real!

In the next moment, her thoughts spun into disarray, and her eyes rolled back.

......

[Resentment Yin-Yang Technique (Supreme Tier) (Moderate Mastery)]

[You have finally bound yourself and your enemy together as Dao companions, entwining with each other. You have become Yin Weiyin’s ignorance, the anchor to her Dao. She can no longer escape you; the two of you are now entangled like creeping vines.]

[Each time you convert an enemy into a Dao companion, you are rewarded with two True Yuan.

They are your enemies, but they inevitably become your Dao companions. The more they loathe you, the more you feel compelled to torment them, forcing their unwilling hearts into submission.

The higher the negative emotions of a Dao companion before and after dual cultivation, the more efficient the process.]

Chen Yi, lying on the ground and pressing Yin Weiyin’s head down, exhaled a satisfied breath.

Compared to her, he did not feel as much tenderness or affection for Yin Tingxue—more so a smug delight in vengeance.

Although both women bore the surname Yin and hailed from the same distinguished background, the Princess of the Jing Kingdom paled in comparison to the pitiful Yin Tingxue.

In this lifetime, Yin Tingxue had done nothing wrong and appeared more virtuous. But the Jing Kingdom Princess was different—Chen Yi thought she deserved her fate.

She had tried to kill him multiple times, and each time he spared her. In the end, she dared to use him as a stepping stone for ascension, leaving him in mortal peril. Truth be told, he could kill her outright right now...

Hugging the softness in his arms, Chen Yi thought for a moment, then shook his head.

Sleeping with her and then killing her—this wasn’t something Chen Yi could bring himself to do.

He wasn’t that sort of person. That sort of person was utterly disgusting.

Yin Weiyin stared blankly, her expression lifeless. She looked like a woman at death’s door, as if her Seven Spirits had already vanished.

However, Chen Yi could still hear her faint breathing.

"Exhausted? Or in pain?"

Chen Yi asked.

Yin Weiyin did not answer. She still wore that muddled, insensible demeanor.

"Don’t pretend—I know you’ve regained consciousness."

Chen Yi stated coldly.

Silence descended upon the surroundings.

"Mm..."

A long while later, he finally heard a weak breath escape her lips.

She curled up, the earlier events seeming like a senseless nightmare.

Remembering and recalling, her face grew burning hot, while her hands and feet were cold and pale, trembling in fear and bewilderment.

To think that as the Taichua Goddess, she begged the person she hated and feared most in this life to do... such things to her...

Yin Weiyin thought of something, attempting to chant the Supreme Forget Love Technique silently in her heart as she circulated Primordial Qi. Her expression gradually stiffened.

The Qi Gate point, Cloud Gate point, Heavenly Pivot point... she couldn’t channel them.

The Longevity Bridge...

My Taoist Skill...

Yin Weiyin shook uncontrollably all over. She raised her gaze toward Chen Yi, meeting his gaze directly. Her breath hitched, her eyes gradually growing dazed, and her body ached faintly.

The Taoist skills she had cultivated for years... were almost entirely gone. Her path to the Great Dao had been shredded, the Longevity Bridge severed. And after going into a state of madness, he shattered the final remnants of her Taoist skills bit by bit...

"My Taoist skills..."

Yin Weiyin murmured absently, choking on her words.

Despite her voice being soft, it still reached Chen Yi’s ears.

Slap!

A sharp sound rang out, and a fiery pain surged from her rear.

Yin Weiyin jolted, her eyes wide, pupils quivering.

"Don’t... don’t hit me..."

Chen Yi looked at her and coldly said:

"This is what you deserve—I warned you long ago."

For a moment, Yin Weiyin was speechless. Frightened and clueless about what to do, she lowered her eyes and tried to circulate Primordial Qi in her other meridian points.

The meridian points tasked with holding heaven and earth’s Primordial Qi were still intact; only those three points disrupted by True Qi were broken, repairable someday, with hopes to eventually restore them...

Perhaps it was because he was a mere mortal, incapable of severing the entire Longevity Bridge from its roots. Or perhaps...

As Yin Weiyin reflected further, her gaze inadvertently landed on Chen Yi staring directly at her, freezing her where she lay.

Chen Yi gently stroked her waist and back, slowly asking:

"Have you sorted out your thoughts yet?"

Yin Weiyin sniffled, forcing herself to settle her mind, her cheeks regaining some of their color.

"Yes..."

"Then from now on, stop pretending to be dead. Whatever I say, you answer."

At this point, Chen Yi remembered something, sneering as he asked:

"Still dare to call me a mere mortal?"

Yin Weiyin trembled uncontrollably all over, weak and powerless. She felt humiliation and anger, but as Chen Yi’s hand on her lower back pressed firmly, terror washed over her, compelling her to barely nod.

"Speak."

"I... I don’t dare."

Her voice quivered even as she replied. Lowering her gaze, she didn’t even dare to meet Chen Yi’s eyes.

"Is that all you’ve got to say? Still pretending to be dead?"

The female crown flared with heat on her cheeks, her limbs trembling as she stammered:

"I was wrong... I’m sorry..."

"You’ve apologized to me many times before."

With mocking words falling upon her ears, Yin Weiyin instantly fell silent, unable to stop trembling. She was not as clever as Yin Tingxue; instead, she shrank her body backwards, hoping to move farther away from him. Chen Yi saw this clearly.

Chen Yi pulled her into his arms, toying with her silky hair. No matter how he tormented her in the future, she could only endure it.

She loathed him, resisted him, feared him—but could only endure.

"I’ll compensate you, whether it’s rare treasures or valuable medicinal herbs—anything I can get my hands on..."

The female crown’s voice grew quieter and quieter as she spoke, watching a sinister smile creep across Chen Yi’s face.

"I don’t want those compensations."

Chen Yi toyed with the ends of her hair, leisurely saying:

"I want you to continue cultivating the Dao."

Yin Weiyin’s heart sank at what she heard.

Indeed, she could still cultivate the Dao. Though the Longevity Bridge had broken, the foundation remained intact. Yet from now on, cultivation would be like a leaking pot—water pouring in one side and seeping out the other, rendering future progress twice as hard for half the result.

But to survive, to continue pursuing longevity in Dao—it was already more than she could ask for...

As Chen Yi remained silent for a long moment, Yin Weiyin slowly recovered, a sliver of hope flickering in her eyes.

Chen Yi’s next words obliterated that shred of hope.

"I’ll be learning a technique for essence extraction soon,"

Chen Yi whispered into her ear with a grin:

"For every advancement you make in Dao, I’ll be taking it for myself."

Yin Weiyin’s eyes widened, her face turning pale as she stared at Chen Yi in shock.

Chen Yi teasingly brushed her nose and said:

"I told you—while I’m here, forget about becoming an immortal."