My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion
Chapter 154 - 134: Are You Also Lining Up?

Chapter 154: Chapter 134: Are You Also Lining Up?

Outside the door, Yin Weiyin’s legs were sore from waiting. She wasn’t leaning against the wall anymore—she couldn’t help but crouch on the ground.

Her Taoist robe pooled on the ground; the posture was far from elegant, nor did she resemble a Taoist. Fortunately, no one saw her like this.

She heard the muffled noises from inside gradually subside and exhaled a breath, only to inhale sharply again, her heart swelling with uneasy turmoil.

A shadow flickered beyond the courtyard. Yin Weiyin saw it and immediately stood up, absently patting off the dust on her robe.

"It’s you. What are you doing here?"

Seeing Yin Weiyin, the already sullen Min Ning’s expression darkened further.

"Why wouldn’t I be here? I even helped him."

Yin Weiyin crossed her arms, her tone irritable.

The fact that she had been waiting outside for god-knows-how-long, too afraid to sneak away, only made her more annoyed—so much so, it boiled her blood when she thought of the man inside.

Fuming with bitter humiliation, Yin Weiyin turned and bit out:

"What, are you waiting in line too?"

"I..."

Min Ning choked on her words. First, the comment seemed nonsensical; second, she felt inexplicably guilty.

She sniffed the faint scent wafting from inside, glanced at Yin Weiyin again, replayed her earlier remark, and realized something.

"Waiting in line? Absolutely shameless!"

Min Ning’s proud brows stiffened. Her face flushed crimson in an instant, shattering the resolute martyrdom she’d been steeling herself for.

She staggered backward several steps, her gaze darting to the woman who once sought to be her Taoist partner—Yin Weiyin. The realization bred a gnawing thought...

Two women who disdain each other, forced to... queue.

That scoundrel—this is just the sort of thing he enjoys!

Min Ning took another step back, then gritted her teeth and said:

"I’m leaving. When he comes out, tell him I stopped by."

The Taoist priestess was baffled, but Min Ning didn’t linger or explain further—she turned and left.

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

"Should we call Yin Weiyin in? Speaking of which, isn’t she sort of like your sister?"

Chen Yi teased Yin Tingxue.

"I’ll go sit in the study,"

Yin Tingxue’s face was flushed red as she spoke, watching as Chen Yi went to bring Yin Weiyin inside.

Chen Yi glanced at her casually.

"Don’t run, don’t run..."

Yin Tingxue immediately assured him.

Chen Yi clapped her lightly on the shoulder and said:

"Alright, I’ll trust you this time—go ahead."

Yin Tingxue quickly changed clothes and dashed away in haste.

Chen Yi sat up. Truth be told, he’d only been disciplining Yin Tingxue earlier; if satisfaction was in question, he hadn’t even come close.

Now, conveniently, there was still a Taoist priestess waiting for him outside. Her ’flavor’ was something far beyond Yin Tingxue’s could ever compare to.

Chen Yi threw on a thin robe, stepped out of the bedroom, pushed open the door, and was met with the sight of the white-robed Taoist squatting on the ground.

She must’ve grown tired of standing and squatted down.

"Tired of standing?"

Chen Yi asked. Making her wait for so long wasn’t exactly gentlemanly of him.

Yin Weiyin hurriedly rose to her feet, brushing aside his feigned kindness, and merely said:

"Min Ning stopped by and told me to let you know she came by when you come out."

Chen Yi raised an eyebrow and smirked wickedly:

"Well, I’ll let her know when I go out myself."

Yin Weiyin didn’t quite understand the meaning behind his words.

"It’s getting late."

Chen Yi said vaguely.

Yin Weiyin finally caught his drift, her cheeks flushing as she turned her head away.

"You’re particularly charming this time around."

Chen Yi remarked with a sidelong glance, smiling at her.

"It’s nothing..."

"Speaking of which, I still haven’t gotten my hands on the cultivation method for harvesting."

At hearing this, Yin Weiyin felt both relieved and seized the chance to make her departure.

But Chen Yi seized her slender wrist, grinning menacingly:

"No cultivation method doesn’t mean you can leave just yet."

The white-robed Taoist trembled uncontrollably, but in the end, she was reluctantly dragged into the room.

.....

The two were swiftly intertwined on the bed. After nearly half an hour, the Taoist priestess could no longer endure and cried for mercy. Chen Yi, recalling her assistance earlier, finally relented and let her off.

"Min Ning was here."

With a final, forceful motion, Yin Weiyin cried out mournfully; then she lay on the bed, panting, her eyes half-closed in exhaustion.

Her unexpected compliance startled Chen Yi momentarily. Then he chuckled, pinching her chin. For once, she seemed considerably more appealing than usual.

As he pinched her chin, Chen Yi noticed her visibly trembling.

It was as though she’d recalled the agony of being forcibly dragged off the path of Taoism—her journey across Longevity Bridge abruptly cut short.

Feeling adequately satisfied, Chen Yi lay down and pulled her close, pressing a gentle kiss to the Taoist’s lips.

Yin Weiyin didn’t react, her body limp like a puppet as he kissed her.

Then Chen Yi kissed her earlobe. She shuddered slightly but remained motionless, passively enduring without resistance or cooperation.

Chen Yi understood that she was evading the intimacy of such tender gestures.

That hardly mattered to him. If anything, her subdued reluctance only made her more intoxicating, fueling his desire to pull her deeper into an abyss of lust.

Holding her warm, soft body tightly, Chen Yi let one leg drape over hers. Yin Weiyin shifted slightly, then gave up after realizing resistance was futile.

"Look... for the sake of helping you this time."

After what felt like an eternity, Yin Weiyin finally spoke,

"Can I skip coming next time?"

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes at her.

The Taoist trembled noticeably and hurriedly added:

"I have some matters—not major ones—just something during the interval before the next break. If I can handle it, I’ll definitely return..."

She needed that time to lead Prince Mansion’s expert tribute masters and reliable allies to find Joyful Sect’s harvesting technique and destroy it entirely.

"So obedient."

Chen Yi stroked her head, causing her to tremble even more violently.

"Alright, just this once."

Conveniently, he also needed that time to investigate Joyful Sect in the outer suburbs of the Capital Region, analyze their toxic methods, retrieve the harvesting technique, and ideally eradicate their remnants.

Joyful Sect had recklessly cultivated sorcery in his past life, lending their strength to the Heavenly Demon Lord’s daughter of Desire, serving as her confidants and pawns during the chaos that followed Heaven’s Gate’s rupture.

Overlooking their actions back then had brought immense trouble. Chen Yi intended to sever that threat, reducing the future menace posed by the Demon Lord’s daughter.

Upon hearing Chen Yi’s decision, Yin Weiyin nodded subtly, relaxing slightly. But he leaned in to kiss her again.

She turned her face away instinctively to avoid his touch, shutting her eyes tightly when he gripped her chin.

Seeing her shift to passive compliance yet again, Chen Yi decided against kissing her and adjusted himself upright instead.

Yin Weiyin immediately rekindled her spirit, panicking:

"It’s enough—it’s enough! You can’t keep going anymore!"

"I’m only worried that if you stray into misdirected cultivation, you’ll forget yourself. I just want to treat you."

Chen Yi sighed softly, his tone full of care.

"Earlier, when you didn’t move, I was terrified. See? Aren’t I good to you?"

"Good, good, good! So please spare me already—I haven’t cultivated improperly; I’m fine, I don’t need treatment."

The beauty before him kept nodding earnestly.

"Then tell me—isn’t my medical skill exceptional?" Chen Yi asked her with a teasing smile.

"Exceptional, exceptional."

"Better than anyone?" He prompted her.

The priestess was desperate for him to stop tormenting her and blurted quickly:

"Better than Medicine Sage Bian Que. I’m not sick, truly not sick."

"That’s settled."

"...Settled how?"

"Didn’t you say you’re not sick and I’m better than Bian Que?"

"...So, so what?"

Yin Weiyin asked hesitantly, and Chen Yi’s next statement hit her like a thunderclap, draining the blood from her pretty face.

"So I can heal patients even when they’re not sick," Chen Yi said with a laugh.

Soon, wails and sobs escaped from the bedroom:

"Why weren’t you this ’kind-hearted’ before!"

"Stop... please, stop..."

"To treat me like this... what do you take me for?"

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Capital Region.

The night wind simmered as it passed through a desolate, abandoned temple. The three Buddha statues had long lost their golden coatings, their bare forms indistinct, and beneath the lotus thrones, an elderly man lay on a mat.

Black blood spotted the ground, and the old man’s breath was faint; his life was ebbing. His hollowed eyes turned to the three disciples kneeling before him.

"No one respects Joyful Sect anymore..."

His hoarse voice trembled, as though crying.

"Years of labor, thinking the incense glow we cultivated would be plenty, yet in the end, flesh and bone don’t sustain incense glow—they are only flesh and bone."

The three disciples kneeled silently, their gazes void and bleak, lips moving without words.

Nine schools split into their nuances; within Jianghu, they constituted nine distinct paths. The saying goes: moon cudgel, year blade, lifetime spear—hidden sword kept close concealed. Apart from the four weapons mentioned, everything else was minor arts. The old man looked out through gaps in the temple’s broken tiles at the sparse stars and moon. The public all knew Joyful Sect cultivated the mental method of Joyful Sect but misunderstood their martial prowess...

Yet if there were no martial prowess, what purpose did the mental method serve?

But no one respected Joyful Sect’s martial arts—just as none respected Joyful Sect itself.

"You all..."

The skeletal figure rasped, perhaps recalling his younger days roaming Jianghu, dispatching foes with a single sword stroke in secluded forests, and the echoes of shock when they heard the name "Joyful Sect," along with the grim satisfaction of heroes meeting fates through blade encounters.

"You must..."

The three disciples leaned closer, straining to hear.

"You must pass on Joyful Sect’s martial prowess..."

Grabbing the hand of the youngest among them, the old man’s sunken eyes blazed like a fiery skull:

"Pass it down like martial prowess itself!"