My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion
Chapter 118 - 100 Damn it (Two in One)

Chapter 118: Chapter 100 Damn it (Two in One)

Chen Yi glanced at the Brocade Spring Blade, now with a section broken off, and casually tossed it onto the ground.

At that moment, a slight stirring came from his arms. Lowering his gaze, Chen Yi saw Lin Wanxiao just as she opened her eyes.

"Ah!"

Startled to find herself in the arms of a man, Lin Wanxiao flailed in panic, struggling until she fell onto the ground.

"Ouch, that hurts."

Her hips burned with pain, and she looked at Chen Yi in confusion, seeming to ask, why did you drop me?

"You fell on your own."

Chen Yi spread his hands in an indifferent gesture.

Lin Wanxiao shrank back a few steps. Then, using the wall for support, she slowly stood up. Her eyes quivered, the shock in her expression only fading after quite a while.

"Then... why were you holding me? Men and women shouldn’t touch casually..."

As she spoke, Lin Wanxiao’s face turned red, and she added a firm reminder,

"You’re my uncle."

Chen Yi didn’t respond. Instead, he shifted slightly to the side and pointed toward something.

Lin Wanxiao looked forward, noticing someone in the distance—a mere ten steps away—and recoiled in fright, instinctively inching closer to Chen Yi.

Though it seemed they were trapped between a wolf in front and a tiger behind, she clearly preferred dealing with the wolf over the tiger.

Chen Yi scrutinized this young lady of the Lin Family. He realized she was far more jumpy and prone to fainting compared to other women raised in the depths of a wealthy family’s secluded quarters.

Not long ago, during the ceremony at the Heavenly Altar, when Lin Wanxiao had seen the seemingly lifeless military figures suddenly rise, her first reaction was to tilt her head and faint.

Tsk... I need to seize an opportunity to eliminate Lin Yan.

Chen Yi always dealt swiftly and decisively with his male enemies.

The figure in the distance, Anhou, slowly approached. Behind her followed the female crown in white, step by step. Casting a glance at Lin Wanxiao, then at Chen Yi, she lowered her eyes.

Since suffering this upheaval, Yin Weiyin had become unusually silent—much like anyone else who, after enduring a profound blow, would struggle to communicate.

Chen Yi knew time would wear down such defenses. What’s more, this female crown would have to visit his residence every time her rest days came around.

As for the two True Yuan spheres newly acquired, Chen Yi hadn’t decided on their use yet. Normally, one would open a cave dwelling, but he bore a strange poison. Opening a cave dwelling would form a Heart Lake, which could easily lead to becoming possessed by inner demons.

Given recent observations that someone was influencing events behind the scenes, it was even less wise to rush into opening a cave dwelling. First, he had to determine the identity of that hidden manipulator.

"Who could it be... Donkey-Head Crown Prince?"

Chen Yi’s first guess was the last remaining Great Demon.

With Lin Yan as his accomplice, he had stolen the merits of the Praying Place to resurrect the Tushan Clan, causing the seal over the Tushan Underground Palace to break, allowing it to emerge. This demon evidently had knowledge regarding the Tushan Underground Palace.

"Do you know about the Donkey-Head Crown Prince?"

Chen Yi asked Lin Wanxiao.

"Ah... I’ve only seen him a few times. I just heard that the reason he came to the Lin Estate was to find his mother."

Lin Wanxiao didn’t understand why Chen Yi asked this but answered honestly.

This much, Chen Yi had already deduced after passing through the events once before.

"He’s searching for Wu Zhao."

Chen Yi recalled several tales passed down among commoners. Legends claimed Wu Zhao was a transformation of the Nine-Tailed Fox. Hence, Luo Binwang’s letter denouncing Wu Zhao had described her as being capable of "bewitching rulers like a fox enchantress." Common folk continued with this thread, alleging Wu Zhao became emperor due to the prophetic saying, "Nine Tails for Kingship." The belief eventually evolved into claims that Wu Zhao was formed from the intestines of the Ancestor of Fox Demons, Tushan Clan.

Chen Yi turned back to look at Anhou, but before he could speak, she seemed to sense his thoughts and asked,

"Yi’er, are you wondering if Mother is Wu Zhao?"

Chen Yi chuckled lightly, nodding just slightly.

"Nüwa’s intestines transform into gods, not humans. If anything, they become serpents or a being with the face of a human and the body of a snake, like Nüwa who mended the heavens."

Tushan Clan softly explained,

"Mother isn’t Wu Zhao."

This perplexed Chen Yi. If the Tushan Clan wasn’t Wu Zhao, then why had the Donkey-Head Crown Prince gone to such lengths to revive her?

Chen Yi reflected deeply, recalling the documents he had read.

According to the Old Tang Book, Wu Zhao, who revered Buddhism, had once held the "Wuzhe Grand Gathering," inviting high monks from the Tang Empire, India, Tibet, and other regions to Chang’an. Citing the Great Cloud Sutra, she declared herself the reincarnation of Maitreya, the Pure Light Heavenly Girl, and the Dharma King—all as spiritual justification for her ascendancy as the female emperor.

But... was Wu Zhao truly Buddhism’s King Zhuanlun?

If she indeed was, why would she eventually be forced to abdicate? And if she truly was, why would the Donkey-Head Crown Prince bother reviving the Tushan Clan?

With this line of thought, Chen Yi connected the threads of the entire sequence of events, smiled knowingly, and grew increasingly confident in his conclusion.

Seeing him smile, Lin Wanxiao suddenly felt uneasy for reasons she couldn’t explain.

"Uncle, why are you smiling?"

"It’s nothing."

Chen Yi replied casually. Then, shifting his gaze to the gentle and timid young lady, he suddenly said,

"While the moment permits, let me tell you something beforehand."

Lin Wanxiao’s heart skipped a beat, her expression uneasy.

"What is it?"

"I will kill Lin Yan."

At those words, the young lady of the Lin Family paled, her eyes widening in shock, her legs trembling from weakness.

"I don’t want to be a hypocrite. So I’m telling you in advance—he’s going to die."

Chen Yi held her steady as she staggered, speaking while his hand lightly pressed against the small of her back, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin.

"Prepare to be a widow."

Finishing his sentence, Chen Yi released her after she managed to regain her footing.

Lin Wanxiao’s lips quivered as though to speak, but Anhou quickly shot her a sharp look. Frightened, Lin Wanxiao clamped her mouth shut, unable to utter a word. Her eyes filled with pleading desperation.

Chen Yi, however, turned his back on her.

Since Min Ning’s remark about "a conscience unclouded," just as he had warned Yin Tingxue to prepare ahead of time, he felt compelled to give Lin Wanxiao her own forewarning.

Even the restless Yin Weiyin had been cautioned several times.

But the only one devoid of preparation... was her.

Chen Yi lowered his eyes slightly.

Zhou Yitang... styled Zhu Yu.