My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1241: Chapter 674: No Cluttered Thoughts (Double Chapter Part 2)

Chen Yi often fell into his old habit of indecision, occasionally wanting to share some intimate words, but at those moments, he ultimately couldn’t bring himself to speak.

Because he vaguely knew that for Qin Qingluo at that time, speaking wouldn’t only be meaningless, but it might also have the opposite effect, pushing her farther away.

Chen Yi wearily closed his eyes, feeling drowsy, as the concubine who was about to enter the room behind him gradually lost strength. Qin Qingluo slightly narrowed her snake-like eyes, hesitated no longer, and with a burst of strength, flung him off her.

The world spun, and with a bang, Chen Yi was thrown to the floor, his lower back aching. He looked up to see Qin Qingluo’s emotionless cold gaze,

"How long do you plan on lying there?"

Chen Yi chuckled without taking offense, slowly got up, feeling somewhat satiated from last night until this morning, even for him.

He said nothing more, casually picked up a piece of clothing to drape over himself, then got up to wash in the outer room.

The cold water splashed on his face, dispelling some lingering drowsiness and the affectionate atmosphere. He tidied his slightly disordered collar in the mirror, his mind made up.

Right now, the most important thing is to find Min Ning.

Just stepping out of the bedroom, and turning around to find another woman, if others saw this, they might think he was either maddeningly affectionate or incredibly heartless.

Even though he just came down from the Prince’s bed, the most crucial thing about comforting a jealous woman is to not shy away from effort. He can comfort her with promises of eternal love after she calms down, but he mustn’t leave a scar, mustn’t neglect her.

Chen Yi knew that once the feeling of abandonment took root, it would be hard to remove it.

The thought of "neglect" made his mind wander a bit.

Lin Wanxiao, still on Gaoliang Mountain... After all, he still had to find time to bring her down, and... suddenly, the slightly dumb and blank face of Donggong Ruoshu floated unexpectedly into his mind, making Chen Yi frown subconsciously.

Damn... why did he suddenly think of this stupid girl?

Could it be her wishful thinking causing trouble?

Chen Yi shook his head, temporarily suppressing these scattered thoughts. The top priority now was to find Min Ning first.

Strolling out of the Prince Mansion’s vicinity, the morning mansion already had maids sweeping and cleaning. He turned a few corners, arriving near the guest courtyard, and from afar, he saw a familiar figure practicing stances with a saber on the ground in front of the courtyard.

It was Min Ning.

Her movements were not the usual broad and powerful, but rather unusually calm, as if carrying an invisible burden with each move.

Yet the single saber in her hand remained steady, with the blade cutting through the air, producing a monotonous and stubborn whimpering sound. She wore a set of neat tough clothes with her long hair tied behind her head, fine beads of sweat visible on her forehead, not knowing how long she had been practicing.

Chen Yi slowed his pace, gradually approaching, hesitating on how to start the conversation, whether to call her directly or quietly watch for a while.

Unexpectedly, it was Min Ning who first noticed his arrival.

She did not stop her movements immediately but completed a fierce chop before sheathing her sword and turning around. Her cheeks flushed from exercise, her breathing slightly rapid, but her eyes had already regained their usual clarity, though beneath that clarity lay a faint trace of weariness not easily noticed.

Looking at Chen Yi, she tugged at the corners of her mouth and spoke first, her voice carrying a slight pant from the exercise, yet striving to sound ordinary,

"Are you sober? Has the energy... settled?"

Chen Yi’s expression paused slightly, unsure if she was making a double entendre, he merely smiled and replied, "Yes, I’m awake."

Min Ning slightly raised her eyebrows but did not make the mistake of asking Chen Yi about last night, not wanting to appear overly concerned.

But Chen Yi, knowing her straightforward nature, understood that her not asking meant she was indeed extremely concerned inside but just couldn’t bring herself to speak.

"You use a sword to slay dragons, why are you practicing with a saber?" Chen Yi feigned nonchalance as he asked.

"Ha, isn’t it to teach my silly apprentice? Practicing saber is spot on before the sword."

Qing Li?

Chen Yi immediately thought of that little girl, having met her a few times, he still had some impression of her.

A little recollection showed that the girl named Qing Li seemed once from a well-off family, but later suffered family ruin and separation, perhaps due to empathy for similar experiences, Min Ning took her as an apprentice.

Just as Chen Yi wanted to ask more about the young apprentice Qing Li, Min Ning had already turned around, once again immersed in practicing stances with her saber.

The single saber in her hand cut through the air with a steady whistle, the saber light weaving into a dense net, enveloping her figure and invisibly keeping Chen Yi on the outside.

Chen Yi tried a few times to start a conversation.

"Last night..."

"Mm." The saber’s edge swept past, bringing along a gust of wind.

"That Autumn Dew has quite the aftereffect, it’s a fine wine, although I don’t quite taste it..."

"Is that so." Her footsteps shifted, the saber style circling back, tone calm.

"Did you... sleep well last night?"

"Okay."

Her responses were as brief as whittled wood shavings, her gaze focused closely on the saber tip, as if it were the only important thing.

Chen Yi found it somewhat puzzling, muttering to himself, this didn’t seem like an ordinary display of sulking.

If truly angry, with Min Ning’s temperament, she would either directly confront him with the sword or use some biting sarcasm, she wouldn’t be this... nearly distant calmness.

She seemed to be trying hard to keep calm.

He frowned, watching, his gaze following the back-and-forth movement of the saber edge, the techniques appeared basic, yet each move was incredibly solid.

Suddenly, his eyelid twitched, recognizing abruptly,