My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion
Chapter 152 - 132 A Tightness in the Heart

Chapter 152: Chapter 132 A Tightness in the Heart

"Hand it over."

The girl trembled all over; her heart skipped a beat.

She raised her eyes to look at Chen Yi and said:

"Fine. It’s all here."

After speaking, she pulled out the used copper coins from her bosom and presented them to him.

"I bought quite a lot of things, but I didn’t waste money." She replied obediently.

Chen Yi smirked faintly, watching her feigned ignorance.

Yin Tingxue shrank back slightly, her moist eyes trembling as she gazed at him.

Chen Yi wasn’t in a hurry. He calmly extended his hand.

"...I can’t give it, I can’t give it."

Chen Yi said nothing, keeping his palm open without closing it.

"...I don’t want to have children."

Yin Tingxue murmured in grievance, her voice soft.

Chen Yi leisurely removed his boots, then his socks.

Seeing him starting to disrobe, Yin Tingxue shook like a leaf. She bit her pearly teeth and, with tearful eyes, pleaded:

"Please... spare me... Why must my dear husband push me like this?"

Chen Yi hooked her waist and sinisterly said:

"It’s not even noon yet, and with my martial skills, going until nightfall isn’t a problem. By night, if you’re still stubborn, how about till the next dawn? How many hours can you endure?"

Yin Tingxue shivered even harder. Living together for so long, how could she not understand Chen Yi’s ruthlessness? By then, no amount of crying or begging would allow her any regret.

As Chen Yi continued undressing, Yin Tingxue trembled helplessly, loosening her grip. The package fell into Chen Yi’s hand.

Chen Yi opened it and, sure enough, it was exactly as he suspected — within were herbs meant for contraception.

The bedroom fell silent. Chen Yi didn’t say a word; instead, he pulled out the bundle of herbal packages one by one, laying them on the small table in front of her.

Yin Tingxue was unnerved and uneasy, staring at the scene as though she were a criminal watching the tools of her crime being exposed piece by piece.

At last, she couldn’t bear it anymore and threw herself into Chen Yi’s arms.

"Don’t do this, I understand..."

"Understand what?"

"I understand... that I’m meant to bear your child."

The girl clutched him frantically, trembling as she spoke:

"I hid it from you, secretly bought herbs for alchemy, then ran into the demon sect and tried to escape... It’s my fault."

"So what then?"

"Punish me however you like,"

She sobbed aloud, tears falling:

"Just don’t leave me behind when you go to Yintai Temple."

Chen Yi’s heart tightened as he gently rubbed Yin Tingxue’s waist,

Paused for a moment to gather his thoughts and pushed some ideas out of his mind before patting her back lightly and saying:

"Get on the bed."

Yin Tingxue nodded repeatedly, rushing to climb onto the bed. Before she could remove her clothes and properly settle herself, Chen Yi halted her.

"What’s the matter?"

Yin Tingxue asked timidly.

"Who told you to start with that?"

"Not with that... then which, which way?"

Chen Yi reached out a finger and pinched her lips.

"You know exactly what I mean."

From his malicious gaze, Yin Tingxue suddenly perceived his intentions, her face turning pale as a sheet, shivering like she’d been struck by lightning.

He promptly guided Yin Tingxue’s head downward and stopped it near his legs.

"You know what to do, don’t you?"

Yin Tingxue wept, her voice trembling as she replied:

"It’s dirty... Can’t we make it better, please?"

Chen Yi scowled, his voice icy as he sneered:

"When did you learn to disobey?"

Yin Tingxue wiped away her tears, shook her head, and resigned herself as she reluctantly leaned closer...

......

At a teahouse, Lu Ying sat upright, her posture commanding, steam rolling off the tea.

"Master, if the Office of Peacefinders pursues us next, what should we do?"

She pushed the tea toward Zhou Yitang, her voice tinged with unease.

A few days prior, a Peak Master from Yin Sword Mountain, someone who had achieved great cultivation, ventured to Joyful Sect seeking vengeance. Initially, it seemed like a simple murder and disruption. But shortly afterward, Joyful Sect was nearly annihilated.

It was clear to observant individuals that the matter was suspicious. However, the Peak Master insisted everything stemmed from her actions alone, claiming that she single-handedly destroyed Joyful Sect.

"There’s no need to worry."

Zhou Yitang lifted the tea with one hand, her voice calm.

"I’m not worried per se, but Peak Master Tang’s behavior this time... She might possess the ability to destroy entire sects, but why..."

Lu Ying trailed off, contemplating the deeper meaning behind the words of the one-armed woman.

The one-armed woman remained expressionless, as if she’d anticipated this situation long ago.

After draining half her tea, Zhou Yi noticed Lu Ying still watching her. At last, Sword Armor spoke:

"Peak Master Tang has her reasons. Before this venture, she already sent a flying sword message to the mountain gate, and the Sect Leader had removed her name seven days ago."

Lu Ying’s face was filled with shock, her tea whisk nearly dropping from her hands.

"So... Peak Master Tang undertook this mission knowing she might die?"

Zhou Yitang was silent.

Sword Armor understood the tangled web of grievances, but these were matters that had already been personally severed by Peak Master Tang—she was no longer part of Yin Sword Mountain, and all matters naturally had nothing to do with Zhou Yitang.

"I can’t shake the suspicion... There’s a hidden hand behind the fall of Joyful Sect..."

Lu Ying murmured to herself,

"I want to investigate."

"Suit yourself."

Zhou Yitang didn’t object.

Seeing her master’s approval, Lu Ying nodded and then curiously asked:

"Master, where will you go to recover from your injuries?"

After taking a sip of tea, Zhou Yitang replied,

"You don’t need to know."

The emptied teacup was pushed toward Lu Ying, who took it and skillfully began preparing another serving of tea for her master.

"But tell me, Master, so I can visit you."

She spoke with a hint of coquettishness.

"Ridiculous."

Zhou Yitang’s gaze turned cold as she harshly rebuked Lu Ying,

"A place for recovery is also a place for seclusion. It should never be disclosed."

Lu Ying was startled by her master’s severity, her lips quivering as she spoke with grievance:

"I was only asking,

Master, you never used to talk to me like this."

The one-armed woman fell silent, offering no response.

Lu Ying quickly shook off her feelings of dejection and spoke cheerfully:

"Master, I have a friend who recently arrived in the Capital City and joined the Office of Peacefinders."

Zhou Yitang showed no reaction.

"My friend has an impressive background. Her surname is Chen..."

Before Lu Ying could finish, she was met with Zhou Yitang’s probing gaze.

The one-armed woman’s expression turned strange,

When had he come to know Lu Ying?

And why hadn’t she heard a word of it...?

Lu Ying faltered, blinking before asking hesitantly:

"Wh– What’s wrong?"

"Continue."

"Oh, oh. Her name is Ming Ruoshu, though she should now be addressed as Dong Gong Ruoshu."

At this, Zhou Yitang subtly let out a breath, pondering over the name and recalling something.

"Did you know?"

As she spoke, Lu Ying leaned forward slightly,

"She’s that... Broken Swordsman’s niece and also his disciple—the one ranked sixth in the world, known for wielding a broken sword as a blade and determining fates at the Unfixed River."

"I know, we’ve crossed swords before. He practices swordsmanship designed for killing."

With that, Zhou Yitang thought of that rebellious disciple,

"It’s quite fitting... for him."

Lu Ying didn’t catch the buried meaning in her master’s words.

The one-armed woman lowered her gaze slightly, tapping her fingers gently against the teacup.

As the sound of tapping filled the air, she pondered nonstop,

A blade meant for killing, and a sword meant to preserve life...

When would he practice... the sword meant to preserve life?

And thinking about it,

She wondered what he was doing now. Was he still practicing his swordsmanship?