My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1222: Chapter 663: Serving One Husband Together (2-in-1)

The wheels rolled through the wet, muddy road, leaving behind the town that had just survived a catastrophe.

The rain had gradually ceased, but the sky remained gloomy, the air thick with moisture, and the river’s bloody scent still lingered.

Chen Yi, Min Ning, and Yin Weiyin shared a ride in the carriage, the space inside was sizeable, yet felt particularly cramped, the atmosphere rather subtle.

The carriage curtain lifted, Zhao Deshan with several disciples of the Shenxiao Sect stood by the roadside with folded hands in farewell, their expressions complex and surprised, mixed with awe, shock, a sense of relief at surviving, and a hint of regret for not personally resolving the calamity.

"Mr. Chen, Hero Min, we will proceed to Dragon Tail City later, and bid farewell here. Until we meet again." Zhao Deshan’s voice was loud, penetrating the rain’s after-silence.

At the first few words, Min Ning slightly turned her head, glancing at Chen Yi with a hint of pride.

Chen Yi did not reply, sitting calmly in the carriage, his gaze serene as it passed over Zhao Deshan: "Daoist, what is your purpose in going to Dragon Tail City? It doesn’t seem to be a place haunted by demons."

Zhao Deshan heard this, exchanged a slightly hesitant glance with the disciples beside him, stroked his beard as if pondering his words, finally lowering his voice:

"To be honest, this journey to the Southern Border is under the sect’s orders to subdue demons."

"Oh?" Chen Yi raised an eyebrow, "Where are the demons? And where do they come from?"

Zhao Deshan’s voice dropped further, becoming somewhat mysterious: "The exact location is still unclear, but, just a few days ago, each of us during our secluded meditation received... received a dream prophecy from our patriarch!"

"A dream prophecy?" A playful glint crossed Min Ning’s heroic eyes, "Your patriarch seems quite concerned?"

Due to someone, she had never liked these old Taoists much.

Zhao Deshan ignored Min Ning’s teasing tone, his expression growing more solemn, he spoke slowly: "The patriarch warned in the dream, stating that the Earth Veins in the Southern Border have changed, fearing a Great Demon might appear, disturbing heaven and earth, bringing chaos to the world! Ordered us down the mountain to prepare early, support the Righteous Path, wipe out the demon’s atmosphere..."

He paused, swallowed, continued: "Additionally... the patriarch in the dream vaguely mentioned that this unusual movement may not be something our mortal power can handle alone, hence... possibly an inexplicable ’great figure’ might descend here!"

"Great figure?" Chen Yi’s gaze finally flickered slightly, "Which great figure?"

Zhao Deshan showed a confused, bewildered look, shook his head, his beard wobbling along: "The patriarch was not specific, only mentioned four words... ’Hero’s Instrument’." He repeated these four words, appearing as puzzled himself, "We pondered for a long time, still unclear of its meaning, perhaps a symbol? Or... implies a figure born to answer the call?"

"Hero’s Instrument..." Chen Yi murmured once, nodded slightly: "Thank you, Daoist, for informing. In that case, Daoist, carry on, we’ll proceed first."

"Safe travels, everyone!"

Zhao Deshan and others folded their hands in farewell again, watching as the carriage driven by a paper man slowly moved further into the deepening twilight.

The carriage curtain fell, isolating the outside world, leaving only the three of them.

Inside the carriage, the light was dim.

Chen Yi leaned back in the main seat, Min Ning naturally shifted over, sitting close to him, her body carried a faint scent of blood yet to disperse and the cold dampness of rain-soaked clothes, blended with her own sun-like vitality, instantly filled the space beside Chen Yi.

Min Ning seemed quite pleased with such proximity, she turned her head, her fiery gaze cast sideways at Chen Yi, not speaking, just slightly leaning her body, her shoulder lightly touching Chen Yi’s arm.

Chen Yi neither pushed her away nor responded, unconsciously drawing close.

Yin Weiyin sat alone in the corner on the other side of the carriage, farthest from them, her back straight, face still cold and calm.

However, the pair of pale hands rested on her knees, fingers silently clenching the palms.

She could even sense the unspoken close atmosphere between the two opposite, inevitably feeling restless inside.

Once, she disliked seeing Chen Yi and Min Ning close, now, she disliked seeing Min Ning and Chen Yi close.

Eyes to nose, nose to heart, Yin Weiyin silently recited the Supreme Forget Love Technique, calming herself.

The wheels rolled on, across the rugged road, the carriage let out slight creaking in its bumps. Outside

the silent paper man driving made precise, smooth moves, dutifully guiding this carriage, carrying its delicate triangular relationship, further into the depths of the Southern Border.

Min Ning suddenly moved, pulled out a hard piece of dry food from her small cloth bag, casually broke half, handed it to Chen Yi’s mouth without looking, as naturally as if done hundreds of times.

Chen Yi naturally took a bite, Min Ning smiled, casually wiped the corner of Chen Yi’s lips, though there were no crumbs.

Yin Weiyin’s breathing, almost imperceptibly, stalled for a moment, meditated faster.

Min Ning comfortably stretched her body, those phoenix eyes, with a glance took in the female crown’s movements, their mutual animosity loomed even when at the Chongyang Sword Pond.

She turned back to Chen Yi, suddenly asked: "How was it?"

Chen Yi turned around, countered with a question: "How was what?"

Min Ning "huh" sighed, raised a finger and poked his chest, "Chen Zunming, how about my dragon slay?"

"That was certainly swift."

"Swift, anything besides swift?"

Chen Yi blinked, asked: "What else is there?"