My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion
Chapter 205 - 184 Scumbag!

Chapter 205: Chapter 184 Scumbag!

Yin Weiyin truly felt like crying without tears.

And he walked over from afar, stopping in front of her.

"Is this for me? Thanks." Chen Yi casually reached out and took the Heavenly King statue, throwing out the comment, "Truly obedient."

Yin Weiyin watched helplessly as the Heavenly King statue in her hand ended up in his.

Just some polite words—how could you be so rude? Couldn’t you at least decline it first...

The female crown’s heart felt like it was bleeding. She had lost count of how many times she had made offerings to him like this.

He was her ill-fated star.

Footsteps sounded behind them; the two women of the East Palace, Lu Ying among them, were approaching. Yin Weiyin gritted her teeth. Without asking for anything, she only remarked indifferently:

"Naturally."

"Namo Shakyamuni Buddha, how generous this lady benefactor is." The monk from the Western Region held his hands together in prayer and recited a blessing in Sanskrit.

Yin Tingxue caught sight of the two women coming closer from afar. She had seen them once before in the Scripture Pavilion, just a passing encounter. Seeing them again now, she felt a little familiar, and when they glanced her way, she offered them a quick smile.

Lu Ying turned her gaze to Yin Tingxue, glancing at her twice. She recognized the girl who had appeared at the inn earlier, around her own age. Chen Yi was holding her hand; if not for her hair pinned up, she might pass as a maiden yet to leave home.

Seeing Yin Tingxue, Lu Ying suddenly recalled that moment, when Chen Yi had embraced her master—this girl had also been present.

It would’ve been better not to remember, because once she did, Lu Ying’s heart tightened. Master Tongxuan, the sword armor of Yin Sword Mountain—her master stood at the pinnacle of both the mountain and Jianghu. Her Living Sword Order had charmed many, admired but unattainable.

On Cangwu Peak, even with the approval of the Sect Leader, she often secretly worried that she couldn’t inherit her master’s legacy. She had always regarded her master as a mother—close yet respectful, fearful yet loving.

At this moment, Chen Yi bowed to Lu Ying, saying, "We meet again, Lu Xian Gu."

Lu Ying shifted her gaze to Chen Yi. She very much wanted to hold her sword to his throat and interrogate him, but with so many eyes watching, she couldn’t act recklessly.

She returned the bow slowly.

After some time, she probed indirectly:

"I noticed the sword on your back has inscriptions on its scabbard. It’s not one of those Peach Wood Money Swords. May I ask whether it has anything to do with my Yin Sword Mountain?"

Lu Ying examined it closely—the sword did seem to be from Yin Sword Mountain. Known for its Taoist and Martial Dual Cultivation, Yin Sword Mountain always emphasized transcendence. Hence, its swords were often made from peach wood or materials meant to kill spirits without harming humans. Yet Yin Sword Mountain’s swords predominantly were Eight-sided Han Swords.

Han Swords were fierce; once unsheathed, their edges shimmered like frost or snow; their deep, blood-channeling grooves were lethal, perfectly suited for drinking blood. The swords of Yin Sword Mountain often bore Taoist aphorisms engraved on their scabbards or hilts to suppress the wielders’ killing intent.

Chen Yi glanced at his senior sisters, clearly aware of his connection with Zhou Yitang but knowing it was best left unsaid. Plus, he had promised her.

After some thought, he smiled and said, "It’s just a personal interest. Nothing more."

Lu Ying froze upon hearing that.

I saw you embracing my master!

And you’re telling me it’s ’nothing more’?!

Lu Ying bit her lip, maintaining an outward sense of calm, and asked:

"Have you heard of the name Yin Sword Mountain’s sword armor, my lord?"

"Naturally, I have." Chen Yi thought for a moment before adding, "I’ve only had a passing encounter."

Lu Ying nearly laughed out of anger upon hearing this.

Your sword technique when battling the Flying Snake was at least seventy percent similar to Yin Sword Mountain’s art. If no one taught you, are you so gifted that you created it alone?

You use Yin Sword Mountain’s sword. If it’s merely personal interest, I can dismiss that as leaked knowledge of cultivation techniques. But seeing you embrace my master at the inn—how does that fit? Could you be my master’s adopted ward?

How can someone shirk responsibility this blatantly? Does such brazen shamelessness exist in the world?

If not for the people present, Lu Ying might already have thrust her sword forward.

Fortunately, her Taoist heart was as serene as a crane—her mood settled almost instantly. Every fleeting dark thought dissolved soundlessly, unnoticed even by Chen Yi.

Seeing Lu Ying shift her gaze, Chen Yi sighed in relief, having barely managed to bluff his way through. He remarked:

"Well then, we currently have three Heavenly King statues. The last one should be with the people of An Nan Royal Mansion."

Yin Weiyin turned her head then and interjected:

"No, the Heavenly King statue is in the Practice Tower."

Chen Yi turned to her in confusion.

Yin Weiyin explained:

"The people of An Nan Royal Mansion indeed obtained the statue. However, in order to offer a bounty on you, ’the common enemy of Jianghu,’ they framed it as gifting the statue to the martial world, giving it to Joyful Sect’s Practice Tower.

The array there is not particularly dangerous, but its structure is highly complex. Many have failed repeatedly and returned empty-handed, unable to break the formation.

Thus, giving the statue away to the martial world becomes a claim that is technically true."

After hearing this, Chen Yi nodded slightly and said:

"Now that’s a clever move."

A thousand taels of gold would tempt some into recklessness. But killing for money is too vulgar—people would look down on such acts. However, killing a common enemy of Jianghu under the guise of righteousness—that allows people to sidestep their moral qualms and put aside their restraints.

"What’s the deal with this Practice Tower?" Chen Yi asked.

"From what I’ve heard, its array is reminiscent of Six Desires Heaven," replied the female crown.

The mad scripture master laughed loudly upon hearing this. "Six Desires Heaven—what a place!"

Chen Yi was momentarily puzzled; his knowledge of Buddhism was not particularly deep, limited to a few familiar terms.

The monk from the Western Region understood and explained, "The so-called Six Desires Heaven—’desires’ refers to carnal desire, ’heaven’ to the heavenly realm. Legend has it that celestial beings in Six Desires Heaven live without worldly cares like food or fuel, enjoy lifespans of thousands of years, and take pleasure in union."

Chen Yi grasped some understanding and asked, "This place is Joyful Sect, and that Practice Tower was built in the image of Six Desires Heaven. Could the array inside really involve..."

Given the presence of many others, Chen Yi refrained from directly mentioning the association with union.

The monk from the Western Region slightly nodded, as if confirming Chen Yi’s conjecture.

Yin Tingxue, who was holding Chen Yi’s hand, suddenly recalled their earlier conversation about Six Desires Heaven, during which she had spoken of the Heavens of Transformative Self-Mastery.

How could this be so coincidental?!

She remembered that celestial beings there would engage in union simply with a glance.

Buddhist accounts describe seeing a bowl of water containing eighty-four thousand life forms. For those celestial beings, a mere exchanged glance might result in hundreds or thousands of such... occurrences.

The very thought made Yin Tingxue panic. She was used to half an hour being her limit—her body would feel utterly wracked. Hundreds or thousands of times—wouldn’t her soul shatter?

The more she thought about it, the more alarmed Yin Tingxue became. Her gaze cautiously wandered toward the nearby white-robed female crown.

She and Sister Weiyang had known each other since childhood—friends, weren’t they?

A friend should put herself forward, risk her life for you, no?

Maybe... she could take my place...

Noticing a gaze lingering on her, Yin Weiyin turned her head.

The female crown faltered for a moment, puzzled.

This young lady of Xiangwang... why is she watching me?