Chapter 1203: Chapter 652: Where’s Chen Yi? (Double Chapter)
Yin Weiyin used to absolutely hate being stared at like that, as if in the next moment she would be doomed. But now she found it intriguing, for no other reason than what he had once unintentionally said — when you were weak, even your resistance seemed adorable.
Undoubtedly, Chen Yi was adorable.
Being stared at like this by Yin Weiyin, Chen Yi couldn’t adapt. After a while, he replied coldly: "Is this enough?"
"Is this what you call enough?" Yin Weiyin paused for a moment, then laughed decisively and straightforwardly: "Suppose it’s enough, you broke your promise first, agreed to dual cultivation with me, and for the two of us to ascend together. Yet till this day there’s no sign of it."
Speaking, Yin Weiyin came closer, her silhouette ethereal, enveloped in a mist that drifted over toward Chen Yi’s face.
Chen Yi shook his head to clear the mist, which dispersed to the sides, revealing Yin Weiyin’s visage before his eyes.
Suddenly softening her voice, she asked, "Why haven’t you come to see me for so many days?"
Chen Yi was stunned, and somehow, he was unable to respond immediately. After a while, he said: "... busy."
"I suppose so." Yin Weiyin paused for a moment, then with a tinge of resentment said: "I also think, unless absolutely necessary, you wouldn’t leave me alone for this long."
Chen Yi silently nodded, recognizing that in some sense, it was indeed unavoidable.
Yin Weiyin’s temperament could never settle down. Should she discover Qin Yue’s existence, who knows? She might create a hidden peril, spreading far and wide. In this unfamiliar territory of the Southern Border, Chen Yi wished for fewer disturbances.
Thinking of this, Chen Yi exhaled and softened his voice: "Yin Weiyin, let go of me for now. The longer we stay in this damned place, the worse it gets."
"Damned place? This place is wonderful, as for staying longer..." Yin Weiyin raised her fingertips slightly, and the surrounding mist suddenly drifted very slowly. The palace maids inside and outside the hall seemed to be in a state of suspended animation, "I can slow down time, so why worry?"
Chen Yi was momentarily at a loss for words. After a deep breath, he repeated: "Let go of me. It’s urgent. I’ve lost contact with Qin Qingluo."
Upon hearing those three words, Yin Weiyin’s previously slightly elevated eyebrows quickly fell.
Her tone cooled: "What right do you have to negotiate with me? I’m in charge now. Turning you into a little mouse for life is no problem."
Chen Yi squinted, struggling to ask after a while: "What are you thinking of doing?"
Taichua Goddess tilted her head slightly, tightening the Immortal Light Chain entwining her fingers, causing Chen Yi’s veins to hurt vaguely.
"Thinking of doing what?" She chuckled lightly, an ethereal sound tinged with unquestionable authority, "Naturally, I will extract and replenish myself with your energy first. You and I are the golden boy and jade girl; you possess a full Tao Foundation that would greatly benefit my Immortal Path. How could I let such a treasure be wasted?"
Chen Yi inhaled and exhaled, tensing his muscles to try to forcibly shake off the chains. But under the suppression of the Immortal Palace, those chains seemed deeply rooted.
"Stop struggling futilely," Yin Weiyin’s voice suddenly softened, akin to whispers between lovers.
She moved lightly, approaching Chen Yi, the mist-shrouded palace attire almost touching his bound body, while a cold yet familiar aroma stealthily invaded his nostrils.
She raised her fair hand, the tips slightly cool, gently brushing across Chen Yi’s tense jawline—a gesture mixed with long-lost intimacy and an overarching sense of control.
"Husband and wife are meant to be one entity. Now that I ascend to the immortal realm, I will naturally think well of you..." Her breath caressed Chen Yi’s ear, her voice tender and melodious, "When my immortal path flourishes, I might even ascend you... At that time, as an Immortal Couple, wouldn’t life be a thousand times better than the fight-filled existence now?"
Chen Yi’s mind suddenly swayed.
The feeling was overly familiar; Yin Weiyin knew best how to stir him, always pinpointing the spots where his heart itched unbearably.
The slightly cool touch of her fingertips, the delicate whispers by his ear, and the unique combination of cold immortal aura mixed with a mysterious allure emanating from her triggered countless charming memories within him.
Uncontrollably, a wave of heat surged from his lower abdomen, almost overwhelming him, he was overcome with desire.
Chen Yi’s throat rolled slightly, his instincts screamed to yield to this long-lost intimacy, possibly even wanting to take control, to lift her legs... However, Qin Qingluo’s image flashed by, sharply piercing through the momentary haze.
Chen Yi quelled the heat, hurriedly saying:
"Yin Weiyin! Qin Qingluo is still outside! This damned place is treacherous..."
"Qin Qingluo?"
Yin Weiyin’s face turned cold as ice, the force from her fingers abruptly intensified, causing pain to Chen Yi’s jaw, her voice grew colder,
"Good, good good! She occupies your mind completely, even now you can’t forget her!
Having been with her, you forgot about me."
A flicker of anger flashed in her eyes, soon transforming into an almost cruel tease: "Since you so wish to see her, then when I extract from you, let her watch!"
"What nonsense are you spouting?!"
Before saying another word,
BOOM!
A deafening explosion suddenly reverberated from outside the Immortal Palace, and the entire Warm Jade Palace seemed to tremble, the glazed tiles clattering.
Following that, was a succession of blasts, the piercing shrill of metal tearing through, everything in its path was reduced to a powdery screech.
The sound came sweeping in, from far to near, like a storm breaking the tranquility of the Immortal Palace.
Yin Weiyin’s lips curled in a cold smile: "It’s here."
............
On the jade steps of the outer corridor of the Immortal Palace.
Qin Qingluo held the Purple Lightning Spear, her mystic robe python robe fluttering without wind, rustling loudly.
She stood alone, facing the tide-like surge of paper figures.
These paper figures, each with a face as beautiful as an immortal in a painting, holding Jade Ruyi, bronze halberd, Electric Light Ribbon, their figures ethereal, exuding an otherworldly beauty,
However, at this moment, in front of the female prince, they were nothing but chickens and dogs.
"Get out of the way."
A low drink.
The Purple Lightning Spear rose,
The move was neither complicated, nor did the light and shadows change, only straightforward and direct. After reaching the Fourth Rank, the female prince was far more adept at slaughter than before.
A spear gang wrapped in blinding lightning, like a violent purple electric python, fiercely crashed into the paper figure heap charging forward.
Thud thud thud thud!
The crisp sounds connected into a sheet!
The seemingly indestructible Jade Ruyi, the runic flowing bronze halberd, where the spear gang passed, twisted and exploded instantly like paper toys.
The immortal-like paper figures holding them didn’t even have time to scream before being torn apart by the violent lightning and spear gang, turning into paper fragments flying in the sky.
Qin Qingluo’s footsteps did not stop, taking a step forward, causing the stone steps beneath to crack inch by inch.
The long spear swept horizontally.
Another wave of paper figures was cut in half, the broken paper bodies swept up by the gang wind from the spear body, like a rain of paper.
Her eyes held no pity, her killing intent cold, only anxious to break through the obstruction.
Where the spear tip pointed, lightning exploded, each thrust, each sweep accompanied by the crisp sound of paper figure bodies being ruthlessly torn and pierced.
Ping! A paper figure wielding an Electric Light Ribbon tried to entangle her legs, the spear tip of the Purple Lightning Spear pointed, the Electric Light Ribbon breaking inch by inch, the spear momentum relentless, piercing and lifting its head.
Pang! Several bronze short spears stabbed cunningly, Qin Qingluo’s figure slightly tilted, the spear swept horizontally like a stick, powerful enough to smash the short spears along with the paper figures holding them into powder.
The remnants of the spear gang swept across the corridor’s carved beams and painted pillars, shattering the exquisite White Jade Railing, tearing ugly cracks into the misty celestial realm.
Those paper figures, ethereal and immortal-like, fell in pieces, shattered, the paper fragments mixed with crushed jade powder, laying a thick layer at her feet.
Leading the path with the spear, unstoppable, she brutally carved out a path paved with paper scraps and fragmented scenery within this magnificent Immortal Palace.
Finally, the way ahead opened wide, the grand palace, sculpted from a single piece of Warm Jade, was right before her, its door tightly shut.
On the plaza outside the palace, the last batch of paper palace maids formed an array, trying to obstruct her.
"Open."
Qin Qingluo’s gaze sharpened, exerting her feet, her figure shooting out like a cannonball, the Purple Lightning Spear raised high above her head, its tip gathering an unprecedented blinding lightning, with a resolve to tear through everything, fiercely striking toward the tightly closed Warm Jade Palace Gate.
Just as the spear tip was about to touch the palace gate,
Buzz!
The Warm Jade Palace Gate silently slid open inward.
A sky-blue figure quietly appeared behind the door.
Yin Weiyin, expressionless, quietly watched Qin Qingluo charge with overwhelming killing intent and swirling paper scraps.
The violent wind stirred up by the spear gang fluttered Yin Weiyin’s sky-blue palace dress and temple hair strands, yet couldn’t shake her in the slightest.
The spear tip stopped just an inch before Yin Weiyin’s brow.
The violent lightning and ethereal immortal mist collided silently between them, vanishing like water and fire merging.
Time seemed to slow at this moment, the shattered clamor of the Immortal Palace seemed to fade away, only the two women’s eyes locking.
One wearing a mystic robe python robe, spear tip crackling with lightning snakes, with killing intent such as a god of killing on the battlefield.
One with immortal grace, palace gown elegant, gaze indifferent like the Mystic Lady of the Nine Heavens.
Qin Qingluo’s snake-like pupils locked unwaveringly on Yin Weiyin behind the door, the spear tip motionless, voice cold as iron,
"Where is Chen Yi?"
