My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1235: Chapter 670: Heroine Min and Qin Qingluo (Double Chapter) (2)

This sigh was filled with helplessness and fatigue.

"You all... why must you fight and steal like this?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Princess’s eyebrows furrowed instantly, and Min Ning’s skin crawled a bit at the sound.

Chen Yi, on the other hand, sighed dramatically, and after a long pause, he said: "Such a nice meeting of kindred spirits, why is it that the more we talk, the hotter the temper? You are a Prince and a Heroine... and just for the sake of fighting over me you end up like this?"

"Talking nonsense!"

"Who’s fighting over you?"

The two women were clearly thrown off balance, and two rebukes came crashing down on him, suddenly making them forget the previous accidental outbursts.

Sometimes, people can be made speechless, speechless to the point where they don’t even want to argue.

And in Chen Yi’s experience, a chaotic scene often gets more heated the more you argue, the more you fight the more you want to vent, and if so, it’s best to make each other not want to vent at all.

Only with an unconventional approach can achieve it,

making them so awkward that any temper fizzles out.

Luckily, Chen Yi was somewhat half-drunk, his performance not exerted, with some sincerity in his words, causing the two women to be indistinctly tense, picking up their drinks and taking a sip, exchanging glances, momentarily wanting to argue, but before speaking, they awkwardly laughed.

This man is really...

Really...

"Pig head."

"Bitch."

The thoughts of the two women differed, yet almost simultaneously surfaced in their minds.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the loft stagnated, that bit of tense jealousy disturbed and fizzled out by Chen Yi’s words, like a red-hot iron suddenly plunged into ice water, hissing and emitting awkward steam, neither burning nor freezing completely.

Qin Qingluo’s tightly knotted brows loosened a bit but didn’t fully unfurl, merely turning away to look at the outside, deep into the night’s darkness, humming subtly through her nose.

Min Ning lifted the empty wine cup before her, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the rim of the cup, her gaze falling on the remaining amber wine stain at the bottom, her mouth twisted with a hint of disdain mixed with a desire to laugh.

Chen Yi, caught in the middle, felt the silent yet slightly disdainful silence from both sides.

This move worked, but the after-effects were also evident, the two women now looking at him probably like a smelly stone by the roadside.

For a moment, Chen Yi couldn’t help but miss the Little Fox, recalling the girl’s usual mediation without difficulty, intentionally defending, even in facing Zhou Yitang, making excuses for him, having a girl willing to always be the second wife is indeed good...

Like the spring breeze opening the winter rain, suddenly the chilling Heaven’s Will warmed several degrees.

Just as the silence was about to become heavy and sticky again, Qin Qingluo’s gaze swept across the empty wine pot and several equally empty jade cups on the table.

She didn’t look at Chen Yi, nor at Min Ning, merely extending her slender fingers and picking up the wine bell, shaking it twice.

Ding dang, ding dang.

Almost simultaneously, the shadow in the corner of Hanhai Building moved silently, the maid slightly bowed.

Qin Qingluo still looked at no one, only giving a faint instruction, her voice restored to the calm and distant tone of a Prince:

"The wine is gone. Bring a vat of Autumn Dew."

"Yes," the maid replied, deftly clearing the empty pots and cups on the table.

Soon, new drinking vessels and a vat sealed with clay were brought up.

The clay seal was broken open, releasing a clearer aroma than "Nanling Spring," with the cold, dewy breath of the early autumn, instantly diluting the previous rich, fruity scent of "Nanling Spring," refreshing the air.

The maid continued her silent, efficient warming of the wine, serving the cups.

The warm wine was poured into the new jade cup, presenting a nearly transparent pale golden color, slightly rippling under the candlelight.

The wine fragrance gently wafted, the new wine was ready.

The earlier round of awkward yet tinged with tension exchange seemed to have been temporarily sealed away as the old wine was cleared.

Yet, this newly served "Autumn Dew," will it upon entrance be colder, more sobering, or will it lead one to a deeper drunkenness...

Chen Yi looked at the cup of freshly poured wine in front of him, hesitating for a moment before picking it up.

He was contemplating how to break this momentary silence when Min Ning spoke first.

She seemed to have had enough of this sticky stalemate and drank the clear wine in her cup in one gulp. The Jade Cup fell on the table with a "tap," carrying a bit of the straightforwardness of the Jianghu’s children.

"Prince," Min Ning glanced at Qin Qingluo, her eyes not yet sober but shining brightly under the candlelight. The previous bit of jealousy and resentment seemed to have been quenched by the new wine, replaced by a desire to discuss the Tao, "We’ve been talking about long-past tales of love and relationships, which is quite meaningless.

I’ve heard the Prince’s Martial Arts have become more prosperous, surpassing the past. I wonder if you might let me, a wanderer of the Jianghu, witness the Prince’s Martial Intent?"

She deliberately emphasized "Martial Intent," carrying three parts probing, seven parts sincerity.

Roaming the Jianghu, Martial Arts is the foundation of one’s existence and reflects one’s mind. Previously, the Martial Intent of the Prince of Annan had crumbled due to Chen Yi, but now it seemed reborn like a phoenix from the ashes, even stronger than before. She wanted to know what Qin Qingluo’s heart in Martial Arts is now.

Upon hearing her, Qin Qingluo’s snake-like pupils hadn’t completely withdrawn their scrutiny, yet the topic seemed to pique her interest.

She sat like a mountain, her dark robe with golden patterns flowing with a serene glow under the candlelight. She didn’t directly respond but lightly traced the edge of the Jade Cup with her fingertip.

Silently, an inexplicable aura began to spread from her.

It wasn’t a consciously emitted pressure but a deeper meaning.

In an instant, Min Ning seemed to see vast territories, war-torn battlefields, the heavy responsibility of governing a country like a mountain. A magnificent, dignified will enveloped Hanhai Building, steady as a great rock in the sea.

However, within this overwhelming Martial Intent flow, Min Ning’s sensitive Martial Artist’s Spiritual Sense detected an extremely subtle anomaly.

Underneath that depth, there seemed to be an extremely weak yet undeniable... warmth? Like a soft lining beneath cold Iron Armor, like a flickering candle deep within a majestic palace.

Beside them, Chen Yi also felt this complex and grand Martial Intent, his heart slightly shaking.

He was more familiar with Qin Qingluo and could better comprehend the weight of this Martial Intent, but right now, he focused and held his breath, wanting to see how Min Ning would respond.

Facing Qin Qingluo’s overwhelming Martial Intent like mountain and sea, Min Ning wasn’t crushed; instead, her eyes burst with a burning light.

She suddenly slapped the table, laughed aloud: "Good! What a Prince of Annan! Prince, watch mine!"

Before the words were finished, Min Ning’s aura suddenly changed.

The previous drunkenness and resentment vanished instantly, replaced by an immensely vibrant aura. She didn’t consciously release pressure to confront Qin Qingluo’s heaviness but like unleashing an invisible shackle.

Buzz.

A drastically different Martial Intent emerged powerfully!

Her Martial Intent, like the long wind over wilderness, freely flowing!

In an instant, the Hanhai Building seemed to resonate with phantom sounds of Jianghu night rain, fast horses’ whips, swords clashing, Min Ning’s figure under the candlelight seemed somewhat blurry yet extremely clear, with her True Qi surging in her body, carrying a near wild unrestrainedness.

Her gaze was bright as cold stars, filled with a kind of free and arrogant spirit, roaming ten thousand miles with the heavens as her home, without fixed trajectory, without heavy burdens, only carefree desires, cutting down injustice like the fish swimming upstream in the great river.

Her Martial Intent was pure heroism, drawing swords to help when seeing injustice, being true friends with those met by chance, relishing in vengeful gratitude and enmity, breaking all shackles, wandering the ends of the earth freely!

This Martial Intent was pure and blazing, brimming with the unique wild aura and vital force of the Jianghu’s children, forming a stark and curious contrast to Qin Qingluo’s profound and heavy kingly Martial Intent.

It was like a clear mountain spring rushing into a deep, dark chill pond, unable to shake its foundation but bringing layers of ripples, introducing a completely different vitality.

Min Ning was immersed in her own Martial Intent, her face full of exuberant spirit, as if she had returned to those days of galloping across the Jianghu, relishing vengeance and gratitude.

She looked at Qin Qingluo with obvious pride and expectation, seemingly saying: Look, this is me! This is my Jianghu, Min Ning’s Jianghu!

However, just as her Martial Intent was at its peak, when she tried to perceive more clearly the anomaly within Qin Qingluo’s dignified Martial Intent, that subtle warmth suddenly clearly reflected in her Heart Lake,

no longer a vague warmth, but an extremely small, extremely cozy scene.

An ordinary little courtyard filled with life’s smoke and fire.

In the courtyard, a small bamboo horse quietly rested in the corner.

Next to the bamboo horse, there seemed to be a smaller, brightly colored cloth tiger...

There was a little girl, always crying over there,

and a man named Chen Yi, always laughing over there...