My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion
Chapter 121 - 102: Kill Lin Yan

Chapter 121: Chapter 102: Kill Lin Yan

Lin Yan saw the Donkey-Headed Crown Prince’s fingers begin to tremble.

Underneath the grotesque and ferocious donkey face of the purple-gold helmet, two tears fell.

"To take a female form and rule a kingdom... It’s her? Is it really her?"

The Donkey-Headed Crown Prince murmured in a quivering voice.

He could sense it—these carved words were left by the Tushan Clan, and they were taken from the Great Cloud Scripture.

This meant... that woman was indeed the intestines of the Tushan Clan...

"She’s a Great Demon, she must be a Great Demon,"

The Donkey-Headed Crown Prince muttered, his face twisted in madness.

"If she’s not a Great Demon, then how could someone like me, a wretched demon, even exist?"

He’d been searching for her for a long, long time, ever since her mysterious death in Shangyang Palace.

She once proclaimed herself as Maitreya’s reincarnation, the Pure Light Heavenly Girl, and the Dharma King. He sought out every monk who had once been favored by her, one by one—even the paramours she had kept.

On this path, he had killed countless monks from the Central Plains, from India, even from Tibet and overseas. Blood stained the steps of many temples. All of them were selfish dogs who betrayed her; after her death, not a single soul recognized her as King Zhuanlun!

Finally, he understood—she was no King Zhuanlun. That title was merely a pretense for her imperial ambitions. Then another legend came to mind: she was a nine-tailed fox, the flesh and intestines of the Tushan Clan.

Lin Yan watched the Donkey-Headed Crown Prince alternately cry and laugh, a shiver of inexplicable dread running down his spine.

Just as he was about to ask, the Donkey-Headed Crown Prince spoke.

"Aren’t you looking for that woman with the surname Lin?"

Lin Yan froze upon hearing this—the Donkey-Headed Crown Prince was finally going to act!?

He replied eagerly:

"That’s correct..."

His lawfully wedded wife had already fallen into Chen Yi’s hands for nearly two days now.

If Chen Zunming still retained even a shred of decency, then everything might still be salvageable. But if not...

Thinking this, Lin Yan’s palm began to ache with frustration, and an uncontainable rage rose within him.

Thankfully, there was still hope.

The Donkey-Headed Crown Prince was going to act.

Act to kill that detestable West Factory Thousand Households!

It wouldn’t be long before they returned to the Lin Mansion. By then, with the Tushan Clan fully revealed, not only could he resume his former life, but he could even go further—just like his father—controlling the imperial court at his whim.

With the backlash of years of pent-up resentment, his ambition swelled even greater.

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

"Uncle, what are we waiting for here?"

Beside the rushing underground stream, Lin Wanxiao, whose legs were beginning to grow numb, couldn’t help but ask.

In front of them was an underground river; the water flowed incessantly, and the spirits of the Xia people, yellow or blue, drifted away with the current.

"The Donkey-Headed Crown Prince."

Chen Yi paused and then added:

"And Lin Yan."

Lin Wanxiao’s heart skipped a beat.

"Un-Uncle..."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"I’m no hypocrite; I will kill him. If you don’t want to see it, then shut your eyes."

Chen Yi spoke.

Lin Wanxiao froze at his words, and after a moment of silence, she asked,

"Does it have to... end in killing?"

"He deserves it."

The one who spoke was Min Ning.

Unlike Chen Yi, her tone was icy cold.

The Lin Party had gripped power for years, framing countless loyal officials and good men. Moreover, Lin Ge’lao was deeply implicated in the Prime Minister’s case. For Chen Yi to kill Lin Yan, Min Ning was more than willing to applaud.

Chen Yi glanced at the pale-faced young lady and then said meaningfully:

"A heart marred by sorrow will eventually find peace."

The phrase, seemingly poetic yet not truly poetry, was spoken for Lin Wanxiao but stemmed from a time he had written it for Zhou Yitang after breaking her sword.

He remembered how, when their relationship had slightly softened, she suddenly rose on New Year’s Eve in the dead of night to worship the heavens and reefs, poking him to write green words to burn as an offering. After much struggle, he managed this clumsy but symmetrical pair of lines.

Chen Yi wasn’t skilled in poetry nor familiar with tonal patterns—not in this world where Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties had all existed. The typical trope of plagiarizing ancient poetry to astound a gathering of literati wasn’t something he could realize.

Sorrow is called "殇"; peace is called "康". For him to write "心若殇殇,其后康康" was already the culmination of half his lifetime’s learning.

Min Ning cast him a sidelong glance.

"Jealous?"

Chen Yi asked casually.

"Get lost, I’m not."

Min Ning retorted without hesitation.

Chen Yi chuckled lightly; if it were Zhou Yitang, she would’ve refused to reply altogether.

Min Ning glanced at the pale-faced Lin Wanxiao, then at Chen Yi, remembering that moment when he had once embraced the young lady, and a wave of silent resentment washed over her heart.

"Hah,"

After a long silence, she sighed softly and secretly thought:

"At least he’s still alive."

The Tushan Clan stood in the shadows nearby, casting occasional glances at Chen Yi. Seeing the two around him like sparrows and a priestess trailing in the back, she couldn’t help but laugh quietly.

Her son had grown up.

Min Ning, sharp-eyed, caught this moment of amusement, guiltily retracting her sigh.

"Instead of bowing to me as your master, you recognize someone as your sworn mother.

Turns out Chen Yi, the West Factory Thousand Households, is just a man anyone can call hers."

Hiss, bitter...

Hearing her biting sarcasm, Chen Yi felt a slight toothache and smiled apologetically:

"I already have a master."

Min Ning cast him another sharp look.

"Does your master even recognize you as their disciple?"

Chen Yi was rendered speechless.

Luckily, the sudden appearance of a purple-gold helmet interrupted the awkward exchange.

The Donkey-Headed Crown Prince’s expression was eerily maniacal, with Lin Yan following closely behind, his steps wide and hurried, his excitement unmistakable.

When Lin Yan caught sight of Chen Yi, his expression stiffened instantly, a wave of anxiety surging through him.

Why... Why is he here?

Before his thoughts could settle, Lin Yan tried to suppress his unease, especially since he saw Lin Wanxiao standing behind Chen Yi.

No matter—it didn’t matter, the Donkey-Headed Crown Prince was bound to act against him. Once he reconciled with the Tushan mother and son, Lin Yan would have no backing left. Then, how could he possibly overturn the situation?

But before Lin Yan could think further, the Donkey-Headed Crown Prince spoke again.

"I’ll leave Lin Gongzi to you to handle, as a meeting gift."

Lin Yan’s blood froze on the spot.

With a flick of the Donkey-Headed Crown Prince’s hand, a powerful force surged behind Lin Yan, propelling him forward into Chen Yi’s presence.

Chen Yi looked down and gave him a faint smile.

Bang!

A single kick shattered Lin Yan’s knee, sending him crashing heavily to the ground. The young lady could no longer hold back and let out a piercing scream.

The kick made Lin Yan feel his internal organs quake violently. He looked at the man with horror.

"You wretched..."

But before he could finish, another foot stamped down on his chest, cutting off his words and forcing the air from his lungs.

Pinned to the ground, Lin Yan flopped powerlessly like a fish deprived of water, his face overtaken by shock and fright.

"Close your eyes."

Chen Yi didn’t look back.

"Uncle!"

Lin Wanxiao was trembling, her voice quivering.

Chen Yi gave Min Ning a signal; she understood and covered Lin Wanxiao’s eyes. The young lady struggled but couldn’t break free, crying out in panic:

"Uncle, don’t—don’t kill him..."

"Answer me one question honestly."

Lin Wanxiao nodded weakly.

"Do you have a romantic relationship with him?"

Romantic relationship was a poetic way of referring to love.

The young lady’s face froze momentarily; with Lin Yan’s life in Chen Yi’s hands, a single word from her seemed capable of deciding his fate. At such a moment, she didn’t know what to say...

Whether the answer was yes or no, Lin Wanxiao didn’t know which response could save Lin Yan’s life.

Chen Yi’s blade tip swayed lightly, its sound brushing against Lin Wanxiao’s ears.

In an instant, she panicked and blurted out her true thoughts:

"No! I beg..."

Before the plea was fully spoken, Chen Yi, never one for delays, plunged the blade straight into Lin Yan’s throat.

Slash.

Blood sprayed onto the ground. Chen Yi kicked the corpse aside, preventing the splatter from staining the pale-faced Lin Family Young Lady.

Lin Wanxiao heard the sound of blood and, realizing what had happened, her legs gave way and her head burned with pressure, causing her to faint.

The Donkey-Headed Crown Prince looked toward Chen Yi and asked:

"Well, shall we start our discussion now?"