My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion
Chapter 203 - 182: Dew-Like Romance, As Though Dao Companions

Chapter 203: Chapter 182: Dew-Like Romance, As Though Dao Companions

Chen Yi understood that meaning is something that must be comprehended.

Meaning! Comprehend!

Meaning for a moment, comprehension for a lifetime.

Understanding as he might, Chen Yi still couldn’t comprehend it.

Typically relying on the Star Absorption Technique and the Resentment Yin-Yang Technique to take shortcuts, now having to comprehend the meaning on his own proved to be a bit of a challenge.

As he walked along, Chen Yi lowered his eyes and continued to ponder.

Yin Tingxue noticed this, his head already covered with a thin layer of snow, yet he remained oblivious.

The snow had soaked through the back of his clothing, a sign of his agitated mood, his body heated, his steps sometimes slow, sometimes hurried, all of which Yin Tingxue observed carefully as before she never paid such attention to Chen Yi’s every move.

After walking halfway, when they sat down to rest, Chen Yi sat on a stone, still unable to grasp the reasoning behind it all.

Yin Tingxue quietly walked up behind him, and with her small hands, brushed the snow off his head.

The snow flew in the air, reminding her of the time in Prince Mansion when she playfully knocked down a snowman about to melt.

She had just knocked down the snowman when Chen Yi turned around and grabbed her hand.

Chen Yi stared at her and said, "What are you doing?"

"Helping you to brush off the snow," Yin Tingxue said softly, smiling at him.

Chen Yi squinted at her, causing her goosebumps, but she neither retreated nor avoided.

Suddenly, he poked her belly with his fingertips, making Yin Tingxue shiver, and Chen Yi laughed, "Stop making excuses."

After they became a couple, this little fox has grown bolder.

Yin Tingxue quickly nodded, realizing that he had caught her playing too exuberantly earlier.

Chen Yi released her hand, and Yin Tingxue touched her wrist before asking:

"Are you still thinking about that ’meaning’?"

"Of course." Chen Yi did not deny it and then smiled wryly, "A lot of people say I have no meaning."

Yin Tingxue tilted her head and bowed it, thinking that since she was his girlfriend, she should consider for his sake, and so she seriously thought for a while on his behalf.

The monk said that "meaning" is neither real nor illusory, neither existent nor non-existent, like Zen. What is Zen? Zen is something invisible and intangible; everything has Zen, and he should also have Zen.

So what is his Zen?

He is so amorous; what else could his Zen be?

Yin Tingxue thought for a while, organized her words, and said:

"I’ve heard that some people enter the path through emotion and eventually attain longevity. Do you think your meaning has something to do with emotion?"

The girl’s words were indeed something Chen Yi had considered, but realizing was another matter entirely. However, since she meant well, he went along with it, saying:

"Then tell me, how do I enter the path through emotion?"

Yin Tingxue hadn’t given it much thought either, and when Chen Yi asked her, she couldn’t answer. So she racked her brain and recounted a Buddhist legend:

"I’ve heard that the celestial beings in the Six Desires Heaven are intoxicated by emotion, the higher they ascend, the deeper the intoxication. In the heaven of transformation, men and women would unite with just a glance."

Chen Yi had heard of this too, so he thought for a moment and said:

"Then you can only look at me."

Having been together for so long, Yin Tingxue naturally knew how to respond, looking straight at him:

"Only look at you, only look at you, and no one else."

Chen Yi smiled and patted her head, thinking this little fox was becoming more agreeable.

After she has a child, she will make a good mother.

Chen Yi thought to himself.

Yin Tingxue seemed to hear the deep meaning in his thoughts, shrank in fear, bit her lip, and lowered her gaze.

"Why aren’t you looking at me?" Chen Yi asked.

Yin Tingxue immediately lifted her gaze to look at him, not daring to delay.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and upon hearing Chen Yi’s thoughts, she suddenly felt overwhelmingly sad, saying hesitantly:

"... If you want me for ten lifetimes, in the next one, could you not be so wicked?"

Chen Yi frowned at this and said, "Don’t say inauspicious things, or I won’t be your boyfriend anymore."

"Don’t, I won’t say such things again." Yin Tingxue quickly said, as she cherished this relationship deeply.

As long as they remained a couple, not everything was beyond saving, she sincerely believed.

As they looked into each other’s eyes, the monk’s voice came at just the right time.

"It’s time for the two patrons to set off; I sensed another Heavenly King’s statue."

Chen Yi heard this, felt around, and found that the Heavenly King’s statue in the bundle was indeed hot to the touch.

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"Quite a ’whoever comes shall die’." Qin Qingluo lightly stroked her spear and sighed.

Such is the nature of those who wish to achieve great things; many provocations and taunts are neither taken into account nor taken to heart. Chen Yi had killed many of her people, yet her tone carried no sign of hysteria, but rather a continuous sense of admiration.

It’s just that even Chen Yi himself, she did not care much for; he’s merely the Demon Queen’s knife, a blade obeying commands.

A blade is lifeless; why should she get upset over a blade?

Even if Chen Yi were to charge forward and put his knife to Qin Qingluo’s neck, she would merely laugh it off.

The woman called Aunt Zhu, however, did not have such composure; her expression was fluctuating as she said:

"This person, ignorant and ungrateful, managed to survive, yet doesn’t understand to retreat and keeps provoking."

"With a narrow vision and obstinate opinions, does he think he can actually stand against the Prince Mansion?"

Qin Qingluo just smiled and reassured:

"Aunt Zhu, why panic? This child, although escaped death by luck, does not know to restrain himself, making a spectacle instead. Does he not realize that the tree which stands out in the forest gets destroyed by the wind, sooner or later?"

The woman in red turned her head, rarely complaining:

"Your prince husband, why is he never in a rush about anything?"

Qin Qingluo said indifferently, "I do not regard him at all, so why should I hurry? Even that Demon Queen is deterred by me, let alone him, a mere knife?"

"As for those who died, they were useless from the start, albeit we’ll ensure proper compensation for those left behind. The Prince Mansion always kept around a bunch of boastful dogs; as long as we don’t suffer significant losses, there’s no need to worry."

Aunt Zhu was pleased to hear this, her voice sultry:

"And so, Chen Yi is merely an unleashed dog of that Demon Queen?"

"That’s one way to put it. If you can kill him, then do so; if not, then forget it." Qin Qingluo paused and continued, "Regardless of his life or death, the Saintess must return to the Holy Sect."

"The Saintess being in his hands, he might not let her go even if he dies."

"Then he must die."

Qin Qingluo’s voice was calm, as though making an inconsequential decision about an inconsequential matter.

Aunt Zhu laughed, recounting the Divine Sect’s scriptures, appearing charming yet slightly fanatic.

Qin Qingluo patted her long spear, her palm lightly pricked when she reached the spear’s tip.

Aunt Zhu shuddered, her voice paused, glancing coyly at her husband.

They shared a Blood Covenant, and thus sensed each other’s feelings.

Once she finished her chant, Qin Qingluo slowly detailed their next plan:

"This child carries the reputation of being deeply emotional and loyal. Therefore, in the Buddha’s Pagoda, we will use emotion and loyalty to lure him into a trap, to his demise."

"What does your Highness mean?"

"There’re rumors in the Capital City that Taichua Goddess Yin Weiyin seems to have a fleeting romance with him, like a couple who are fellow cultivators."