My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1224: Chapter 664: Sudden Heartache

"Min Yuechi, you and I... share a husband."

Since earlier, Min Ning had been suspecting that Chen Yi might have ulterior motives. While it’s not impossible for him to be nice to women, at least from what Min Ning had seen, he occasionally took care of and spoiled Princess Xiang, Yin Tingxue. However, Chen Yi’s kindness to women always had ups and downs; he’d press you down first, then lift you up a bit, then press down again, followed by a frenzied rise at the end.

At times, it was certainly delightful, but Min Ning, with his straightforward nature, always felt that such actions were indeed not decisive enough.

Yet today, Chen Yi seemed a bit strange—not only straightforward but also not forceful. While it’s hard to change one’s nature, with Yin Tingxue, he was still always assertive, so why was he appearing so weak today? It must be pretentious.

Thinking of this, Min Ning felt more startled. Chen Yi was someone who loved to challenge authority; there was a period when Min Ning was his superior, and she was frequently disobeyed during that time.

Now, he didn’t even bother to act.

Yin Weiyin has already stepped forward.

Knock, knock, knock.

Another three knocks on the door, each sounding crisp and loud. Min Ning frowned, still contemplating. Finally, she rose to open the door; she was almost at Third Rank, enough to stand on equal footing with Chen Yi.

The moonlight poured down like a waterfall, following Yin Weiyin’s graceful steps inside. She remained distant, though there was an unconscious hint of worry in her eyebrows.

Yin Weiyin glanced sideways at Min Ning, then spoke again, "Min Yuechi... did you hear what I said?"

Min Ning grew even more wary, also increasingly puzzled. She did not pretend ignorance but asked, "What do you mean by this?"

Yin Weiyin bit her lip; if not forced by the circumstances, she would never have sought Min Ning’s aid.

Min Ning stood blocking the doorway, her heroic eyebrows furrowed tightly, "Yin Weiyin, what do you mean by this? Did Chen Zunming send you?"

She instinctively glanced outside.

There was no sign of Chen Yi.

"No." Yin Weiyin’s voice remained cool but less distant. She raised her eyes, meeting Min Ning’s fiery gaze directly, "He doesn’t know I came."

"Then why are you here?" Min Ning pressed a step closer, "Between us, when have there ever been such feelings? You, Immortal Lady Yin, have always looked down on me as crude and uncultured, haven’t you? Sharing a husband?"

She let out a short, cold laugh.

In the past, when Chen was strong and Min was weak, Min Ning might have succumbed to sweet talk and go along with it. Now that they were on equal footing, accepting him with multiple wives and concubines was already the limit; how could she partake with other women?

Yin Weiyin spoke slowly, "We are both from the Capital City and share a husband. The tale of Ehuang and Nu Ying in the history books is the beautiful story of such a bond."

"Hearing these words from you is truly the greatest joke in the world! What is it, you couldn’t hold onto the high branch of Taihua Mountain, so you thought of dragging me along to add more value to yourself with Chen Yi?"

Min Ning refused to comply, resorting to sarcastic ridicule.

In the dim light, Yin Weiyin’s face seemed even paler; each of Min Ning’s words pierced into the most unbearable part of her predicament like needles.

Her hands were clasped in front of her, her fingertips digging deep into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks.

"I..." Yin Weiyin’s lips moved, seemingly wanting to explain, but in the end, it all turned into a soft sigh, "Forget it; if you don’t want to, so be it."

She slightly averted her gaze, avoiding Min Ning’s piercing stare. Her long lashes lowered, casting dense shadows on her pale cheeks.

"Just pretend I never came tonight."

With that, she really turned to leave, her Daoist robe drawing a slightly hurried arc as she turned, about to step away.

Just as she was about to cross the threshold, a thought flashed across Min Ning’s mind like lightning.

"Wait!" Min Ning called after her, "Yin Weiyin, are you in such a hurry to find me because..."

She deliberately paused, watching Yin Weiyin’s abruptly stiffened back, and asked clearly, word by word:

"Did Chen Yi... lose interest in you?"

The words fell abruptly.

Yin Weiyin’s footsteps also slightly paused.

She neither nodded nor shook her head, nor did she rebut. In the moonlight, Min Ning only saw her straight shoulders trembling lightly with restraint.

The female crown slowly turned around.

The dim light of the oil lamp illuminated her face, and a solitary tear silently slid down her cheek.

Min Ning was slightly startled.

"He is indeed very fond of me,

but I’m afraid he no longer is... "

...............

Plop.

Chen Yi inexplicably felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

This slight twinge came without reason, arrived inexplicably, and left just as mysteriously, without knowing why it arose.

Chen Yi turned his eyes towards the candle flame, examining it closely, and the silhouette of the female crown inexplicably flashed in his mind. He wondered how she was doing.

It’s not that he was worried about Yin Weiyin encountering any mishap; Min Ning, no matter what, would not engage in such schemes and intrigue, unlike... his grand... Yin Weiyin.

Chen Yi took a deep breath. The real urgent matter at hand was still Min Ning and Qin Qingluo.

The two women were both spirited and fierce; if they were to confront each other, Chen Yi would be caught in the middle.

At this moment, he was far from his peak, his meridians were not yet mended, and he might not be able to impose himself through strength, let alone suppress two almost Third Rank women at the same time.

If the situation spiraled out of control... Chen Yi dared not imagine.

The best way to avoid a chaotic scene was for the two of them to never meet.

Fortunately, because of their previous meeting in the underworld, Chen Yi had already formed some vague ideas in his mind, which was nothing more than drawing Min Ning’s attention away completely.

So, bringing the Great Yin with him was indeed partly hoping for her to fight jealously and clash with Min Ning.

There was already some old grievance between Yin Weiyin and Min Ning, yet not to the point of enmity; moreover, their natures were fundamentally opposing, putting them together was like an igniting spark.

Although Chen Yi had been indifferent along the way, implicitly and explicitly he was guiding them, intending to have Yin Weiyin and Min Ning serve one husband together, likely that Min Ning would not agree, and then he could maneuver from there.

If Min Ning was truly willing to share.

"Then fine."

He truly didn’t mind enjoying the blessing of having both.

Then by picking on Min Ning, he would completely shift her attention.

Thinking of this, a trace of Yin Weiyin’s cold yet suppressed aggrieved face inexplicably crossed Chen Yi’s heart, and he took a deep breath.

Memories of various kinds flitted through his mind, whether in the underground palace or the underworld, whether good or bad, Yin Weiyin was always like this, she would always be so, even he couldn’t change her nature, but even so...

Chen Yi thought of this, suddenly feeling that he was somewhat unkind.

The candlelight flickered, casting a shadow on his profile, and from deep within him, a slight ripple spread.

He felt a bit softened, "Oh well, after this, if she behaves, I’ll give her a bit more leniency. It’s better to let her see a bit of hope, after all, people need something to look forward to, so as not to fall into complete despair."

As long as she was willing to bow her head, accept Qin Yue, accept the rules he had set, as long as things were laid bare and discussed clearly. Of course, Yin Weiyin first needed to accept Qin Yue’s existence... this step was probably the hardest.

He could also use Min Ning’s spark to completely burn down Yin Weiyin’s unrealistic fantasies.

Force her to face reality, accept Qin Yue’s existence, and accept the rules he had set.

Otherwise, if another incident like the Immortal Palace occurred, he feared Yin Weiyin would act even more ruthlessly, not even exchanging a couple of words before proceeding to drain him.

Thinking of his currently damaged meridians, and his martial arts realm being like half a path severed, Chen Yi couldn’t help but think that in that wish-fulfilling World of Ignorance, repairing the meridians would be great.

If Yin Weiyin could repair the Longevity Bridge, why couldn’t he repair his meridians? That bizarre and kaleidoscopic world, with its distorted laws, perhaps truly concealed some opportunities?

This thought flashed by...

Speaking of which, after returning here, he hadn’t heard the Old Saintess speak again.

Recalling this, Chen Yi tried to mutter a couple of low words in his heart: "Old thing?"

The Square Land was vacant, only his thoughts circulated, but still, no response.

Chen Yi pondered, then tried calling: "Senior?"

Still no response.

It was not until then that Chen Yi’s brows knit together, an indescribable doubt emerging in his heart. Could it be that the Old Saintess hadn’t come back yet?

It was merely the Divine Sect’s World of Ignorance; with her abilities, the old thing probably wouldn’t run into trouble... besides, she had become somewhat cryptic lately, often speaking in riddles.

His fingertips unconsciously tapped on the tabletop, as if from the next room came an extremely faint noise, before quickly returning to silence, as if it was just the night wind brushing past the window mullions.

Chen Yi’s gaze fell upon the wall separating them, and the mysterious twinge in his heart seemed to faintly reappear.