My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion
Chapter 191 - 170 I’ve Been Behaved Enough

Chapter 191: Chapter 170 I’ve Been Behaved Enough

Here is the English translation of the text:

"It... died from overeating."

Lu Ying looked at the snake carcass on the ground, calculated with his fingers, and was utterly perplexed.

Snakes are inherently gluttonous creatures, often capable of swallowing prey several times their own size, which is why the saying "a snake swallow an elephant out of greed" exists. This Teng Snake’s stomach was undoubtedly far larger than its kin, yet it still died from overindulgence. Lu Ying found it unimaginable.

Yin Weiyin merely responded calmly: "Hmm."

She stood silently in her white robes, without uttering another word.

Lu Ying asked in confusion: "Daoist friend, how can you... be so calm?"

Is she testing me? Yin Weiyin considered Lu Ying’s lingering skepticism. This Sword Armor disciple truly has the heart of a crane.

So, she chuckled lightly and said:

"If it was expected all along, then why be surprised?"

Lu Ying’s eyes flashed first, then he processed her words and nodded lightly in agreement.

He gazed at the snake’s corpse and mulled over her statement for a moment.

The Teng Snake’s death was predetermined. Regardless of how it died, dead is dead—what does surprise or lack of it even matter? Therefore, expected events need not cause astonishment.

To reach the ultimate void and maintain steadfast tranquility, the Heart Lake remains silent without ripples. Lu Ying inwardly sighed. Unexpectedly, Yin Weiyin’s words subtly aligned with the Taoist principles of void and tranquility.

Within her brief statement, countless philosophical reflections seem to bloom. The Taichua Goddess truly lives up to her reputation.

Yin Weiyin observed Lu Ying’s reaction closely, keenly sensing a glimmer of realization on his face. Her lips curled into a faint smile.

Yet the moment her gaze flickered towards Chen Yi, a sudden unease crept into her chest.

She had managed to keep this hidden from both Lu Ying and Dong Gong Ruoshu, concealing it almost flawlessly. The only weak link was Chen Yi.

If Chen Yi refused to cooperate, and the truth came to light, everything would unravel.

Chen Yi stood before the snake’s corpse, and as the Teng Snake perished, the surrounding mist gradually dissipated. Within the carcass, a radiant golden statue of the Celestial King emerged, untouched by blood. The statue wielded a pipa, representing the Eastern Holding Kingdom’s Celestial King.

The pipa carried profound Buddhist philosophy—if held loose, it falls silent; if held tight, it snaps easily. Only through the balanced Middle Way philosophy, neither excessive nor deficient, can one find resonance and harmony.

Yin Tingxue curiously gazed at the golden statue of the Celestial King, staring at it for quite some time.

For some reason, she felt a sudden urge to touch it.

Chen Yi swept his hand in a flourish, controlling qi to guide the artifact. The statue landed securely in a bundle.

Yin Tingxue reluctantly dragged her gaze away.

The white-robed female crown silently observed them from afar, contemplated briefly, and then walked straight toward them.

"Why... are you here?" Yin Weiyin asked.

Chen Yi glanced at her and replied, "Why else? I’m investigating the Joyful Sect."

"I meant... why were you in the Scripture Pavilion?"

Yin Weiyin paused briefly before testing further:

"You already knew there was a Celestial King statue here, didn’t you?"

Chen Yi pondered her words and teased with a grin:

"Could I not be here to ’harvest’ you?"

Yin Weiyin instantly flushed red. "You!"

Fortunately, her voice was faint. Lu Ying was busy caring for the unconscious Dong Gong Ruoshu and didn’t hear her.

Chen Yi looked at the female crown for a moment before asking: "And what about you?"

"I am naturally..." Yin Weiyin’s gaze shifted craftily, and she slowed her voice deliberately: "Why else..."

"Oh?"

"...for you." Her gaze softened intentionally, her voice rich and melodic. "Didn’t you notice what happened in Jinya Pavilion? If it weren’t for you, why would I endure coming here?"

Her words genuinely caught Chen Yi off guard. Upon reflection, it made sense—she had no enmity with the Joyful Sect, so if not for him, why risk her presence here?

Taking this into account, although questions remained, Chen Yi’s tone softened: "Whatever happens, don’t put yourself at risk."

The female crown heard his words, maintaining an air of indifference on the surface yet secretly curling her dainty nose upward.

He’s still an ordinary mortal.

Ultimately, isn’t he just another pawn in her palm?

As her sense of triumph swelled, her keen eyes spotted a subtle detail, instantly hollowing out her confidence.

Yin Tingxue was staring directly at her, ears slightly twitching, as if she overheard something.

Chen Yi happened to turn his head toward her and naturally noticed:

"Did you hear something?"

The daughter of Xiang King hesitated uneasily and nervously glanced at Yin Weiyin.

The female crown feared her expression might betray her, daring not even to shake her head.

"If something is on your mind, just say it—don’t lie to me." Chen Yi spoke softly, patting her head.

Yin Tingxue wanted to conceal it but dared not deceive him. After hesitating, she timidly said: "Sister Weiyang seems to... be speaking against her heart."

The female crown froze as though her blood had turned to ice.

"Oh?" Chen Yi drawled in a teasing tone.

He fixed his eyes on Yin Weiyin, whose expression stiffened slightly, sinking into thought and furrowing his brow.

He recalled that sword—that direct, murderous thrust toward him from Yin Weiyin—a hint of killing intent flickering in her gaze.

So, she still dares to hold malice against me?

Chen Yi’s eyes narrowed. While it wasn’t a matter he could dismiss entirely, he couldn’t claim to tolerate it.

"I do have some personal motives, but it’s also to ease my suffering."

Yin Weiyin’s body trembled slightly, relieved when Chen Yi refrained from probing further. She instinctively shifted her brows in a show of humility and redirected the topic entirely:

"Chen Yi, since I’ve helped you so much, I have a small request..."

"Then don’t ask."

"..."

The sudden reply rendered Yin Weiyin utterly speechless. She had planned to leverage his softened stance to maintain her reputation but inadvertently failed. Pressing her lips together, she stood in place, unwilling to back off.

However, Chen Yi had already secured the statue bundle and turned to leave with Yin Tingxue.

They walked into a corridor while footsteps sounded behind them—Yin Weiyin had caught up.

Yin Weiyin hesitated for quite a while, her adorned toes fidgeting within her boots, lightly rubbing against her silk stockings. Finally, she mustered her courage and said:

"What if I insist on asking?"

Chen Yi paused, turned, and retorted mockingly: "You know the rules."

"You..." Yin Weiyin bit her lip, her reddened ears turning away as she replied:

"Not here."

Chen Yi squinted, scanning her thoroughly.

The female crown felt goosebumps prickling her skin yet refused to retreat. She stubbornly protested:

"I’ve been so agreeable... Can’t I just say one word? Whether you agree or refuse, I’ll still be agreeable."

Chen Yi listened to the Taichua Goddess’s submissive plea and chuckled: "Then go ahead."

"Alright." Yin Weiyin took a deep breath and said: "In others’ eyes, I’m still the Taichua Goddess, so refrain from humiliating me publicly. Privately... I’ll do whatever you want."

Since she had already stooped to being his concubine, it didn’t matter now! Yin Weiyin steeled her resolve, settling for a compromise.

But as she awaited his approval with anticipation, Chen Yi merely laughed and responded: "Why should I agree? Do you even have a choice in this matter?"

Yin Weiyin’s hands turned cold, trembling lightly. After a long pause, her voice wavered:

"I’ve gone through so much for you... Do you have to be so heartless?"

Chen Yi simply smirked: "I only dislike when people secretly hold grudges, plotting against me. And I feel... you don’t seem entirely obedient."

Yin Weiyin froze, guilt-ridden, choosing not to argue. Her voice softened: "What do you want? I’ll... cooperate fully."

"Oh, quite obedient, huh?" He continued taunting.

"I..." Yin Weiyin hesitated to admit compliance outright—what would she become in doing so? But if she didn’t, how could she convince him to trust her?

She bit her lip, struggling with her pride.

As Chen Yi turned to leave, she blurted: "I’ve remained chaste just for you."

Chen Yi squinted, his amused gaze falling on her, flashing a faint smile.

"What do you mean?"

"You think I’m disobedient... But I haven’t been disobedient at all.

Since returning from the underground palace, I’ve allowed only you to touch me. Isn’t that obedient enough?"

The female crown held his gaze steadily, forcing her words out:

"I belong only to you. If you want, I’ll come to you anytime. I could even move into your side yard, giving you days and nights filled with whatever you desire—without needing a title. Isn’t that enough?

I’ve been obedient enough...

Please don’t say I’m disobedient, alright?"