My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion
Chapter 185 - 164: Taking Only His Cauldron

Chapter 185: Chapter 164: Taking Only His Cauldron

Yin Weiyin stepped on the ground step by step, yet seemed to float as he came.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, Miss Donggong, it’s a pleasure to meet again."

Yin Weiyin offered a courteous bow.

Lu Ying and Dong Gong Ruoshu responded in kind. The two women were waiting here precisely for the arrival of the female crown.

After the incident at Jinya Pavilion, the three exchanged a little information. Lu Ying wanted to seek the truth behind Tang Kumai’s annihilation of the Joyful Sect, while Yin Weiyin ostensibly sought the Vestment robe of Wuxiang Zen Master, secretly wishing to find the Joyful Sect’s essence gathering method. Thus, they hit it off and agreed to head to the sect’s ruins together.

"Miss Yin, we just encountered that Chen Qianhu." Dong Gong Ruoshu sometimes called her Immortal, other times Miss.

At these words, Yin Weiyin’s eyelids twitched.

On the surface, she remained calm: "Oh?"

"He seems to have quite a few confidantes."

After a moment of hesitation, Dong Gong Ruoshu spoke directly.

Lu Ying suddenly lifted her gaze, staring at Yin Weiyin, her heart tightening with images of him holding her master, and her master not resisting, filling her mind.

Yin Weiyin pondered for a moment, then smiled faintly and said:

"Is that so surprising?"

The two women were left stunned.

Why is she... so indifferent?

"I told you, he’s nothing more than a cauldron."

The white-clothed female crown’s tone was neither high nor low, her every move calm and composed,

"I have nothing to bind him with, and likewise, he has nothing to bind me with."

Hearing this, Dong Gong Ruoshu blinked, her admiration for Yin Weiyin growing a bit deeper. She appeared more like a Taoist priest than Lu Ying.

Lu Ying was oblivious to Dong Gong Ruoshu’s thoughts, her mind echoing with that scene,

"But..."

"But what?"

Upon hearing the question, Lu Ying hesitated for a moment, unable to reveal Chen Yi holding her master, she coldly asked:

"But what if he touches an untouchable woman... what will you do, Fellow Daoist Yin?"

Yin Weiyin didn’t think much about it, her expression unchanged:

"If it weren’t so, why would I forgo a Golden Boy and only take this little cauldron?"

These words didn’t mean much to Dong Gong Ruoshu, but to Lu Ying, it was like a thunderous explosion from the heavens.

She couldn’t help but widen her eyes, her mind a chaotic storm of thoughts.

Seeing their reactions, Yin Weiyin shook her head with a silent smile, saying no more.

Her fingers lightly stroked the horsetail whisk, her face remaining impassive.

Internally pleased...

They really believed it! They truly believed he was just a little cauldron!

Even though he was not little at all—so large it was almost overwhelming...

But she still had to maintain the act.

Otherwise, the reputation of Taihua Mountain would be entirely lost, and her own image would plummet...

If possible, she’d have to ask that person for a favor and have him... cooperate a bit.

As for what compensation he wanted...

Yin Weiyin secretly gritted her teeth, thinking that whatever games he wanted to play afterward, she’d just go along with them...

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The mountain road was not rugged, but rather flat. Considering the congregation of Jianghu Guests, Chen Yi did not enter directly from the main road of the Joyful Sect’s mountain gate but chose a quiet path instead.

Passing through overlapping branches and leaves, a hint of building eaves and bricks emerged in the distance while the sound of waterfalls flowed — the ruins of the Joyful Sect lay near.

Exiting the dense forest, the space ahead opened up, with waterfalls cascading down. There stood a structure resembling a bell tower, accompanied by a forest of steles looming in the shadows, eerie and chilling to the bone.

"Be careful, this seems like a cemetery." Chen Yi said, holding Yin Tingxue’s hand tighter.

As Chen Yi’s words fell, the forest of steles appeared to grow even more ominous.

Yin Tingxue studied the forest of steles and then glanced at the bell tower, softly closing her eyes and tilting her ear.

"Should we go in?"

She pointed to the bell tower,

"I hear sounds inside."

She had mastered the Heavenly Ear Technique, able to hear what others could not. Zhou Yitang had mentioned this to Chen Yi before, and he remembered it well.

Thinking it over, Chen Yi nodded to Yin Tingxue.

The Joyful Sect seemed like a Buddhist temple yet was not, and now he slowly ascended the bell tower’s steps. Sutra inscriptions on both sides were visible, and Chen Yi spotted the door slightly ajar and stepped inside.

As soon as he stepped in, a pair of eyes looked over.

Chen Yi gazed upward, seeing a woman with narrow fox-like eyes yet with an air of authority standing on the second floor. She wore deep purple clothes, a sword at her waist, and held a fan in her hand. Her tall, slender figure could be considered grand. At this moment, looking down from above, she resembled a giant python coiled on the mountain.

Her pupils, too, were like serpent eyes, exuding an extraordinary aura.

"Who goes there?"

As her voice fell, Chen Yi saw a woman beside her slowly turn. Dressed in a dark red gown, her bodice was weighted, though not as much as Min Ming’s, suggesting five soft fingers, with a jade pendant at her belt, her lips tinged with rouge, she was a mature beauty.

She wore her hair in a bun, her background unknown.

The brilliance of the two women made those around them fade into the background, unnoticed.

However, Chen Yi merely glanced at the two women’s faces before his attention focused on the two experts. One man and one woman, the woman stronger in Martial Arts than the man, seeming to be a bodyguard, while the man, an elderly figure in a gray robe, stood close to the window, vigilant.

"Rangers don’t speak of origins, my surname is Zhou, given name Xiao."

Chen Yi cupped his fists slightly, reporting a false name indifferently.

"Carrying a knife, a Swordsman then."

The woman with tied hair was intrigued by the absence of distractions at his waist, scrutinizing him before gesturing to the gray-robed elder:

"Offering Leaf, test him."

Her voice neither high nor low, just enough to reach Chen Yi’s ear.

When venturing outside, one must always maintain caution, especially when many Jianghu Guests gathered here to vie for treasures. Chen Yi and his companions arriving uninvited naturally aroused suspicion, their skill needing to be tested — but was it a real test? It was merely an excuse to drive them away.

Yet, the woman with tied hair’s voice bore a hint of challenge.

And though the gray-robed elder found the big tree bending low to be disagreeable, he still raised his arms, descending from the second floor with steady steps.

He looked at Chen Yi, internally thinking this was just a fledgling ranger; anyone carrying both sword and knife was perhaps a Martial Arts expert adept at both, but perhaps equally amateur in both. Judging by his age, barely thirty, how skilled could he be?

Chen Yi released Yin Tingxue’s hand, guiding her to the corner, and she hurriedly shrank back, afraid of getting involved.

Afterwards, the gray-robed elder made a ’please’ gesture.

Chen Yi remained unmoving, however, slowly drawing his knife and standing firm.

The gray-robed elder frowned, and seeing what Chen Yi did next, his temper flared.

Chen Yi beckoned him with his hand, and then with a backhand, made a ’please’ gesture.

A seasoned Martial Arts elder, having to let you, a young lad, take the first move?!

The gray-robed elder flew into a rage, immediately lifting the golden-headed cane in his hand, and his silhouette flashed, swinging it overhead!

A breaking wind noise suddenly rose, causing the suspended large bell to tremble slightly.

In the next moment, a flash of light.

Clang——

As the gray-robed elder lifted the cane, his middle was exposed, and at that moment, his figure froze, with a ghastly knife wound on his chest.

Blood spurted forth, freezing the air inside the bell tower.

Killing right before her eyes, the woman with tied hair’s eyes sharpened, yet the woman beside her turned pale but expressed delayed approval, with a slightly flushed face.

"He was just testing you."

The woman with tied hair coldly remarked.

"A knife kills, it doesn’t perform."

If testing me is what they want, then knife and sword know no eyes; test wrong and you die."