My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1280: Chapter 704: Yesterday Once More

Chen Yi looked around, darting through the alleys, stepping over roof tiles and flying eaves, finally climbing onto a watchtower to gaze at the scene before him.

Undoubtedly the Capital City again.

Undoubtedly the memory of the Little Fox again.

The watchtower stood tall, the night wind howled.

Chen Yi gazed into the distance, familiar streetscape patterns entered his view, he could even see those familiar signboards afar, faintly discernible under the sparse lights, he recognized them all.

Unlike the familiar yet foreign sense of vagueness before.

It seems... it’s in recent years?

Judging by the city’s look and feel, it was somewhat similar to when he left, it should be just within the recent years.

As if yesterday reappearing...

But the Capital City evolves every day, details eventually differ, it’s difficult to ascertain the exact year, moreover it’s been a long time since he returned to the Capital City, his impressions of the place have all become somewhat blurred.

After a long while, Chen Yi suppressed his jumbled thoughts, the immediate priority was to find Yin Tingxue and Donggong Ruoshu. The deeper he lingered in this strange and unpredictable World of Ignorance, the greater the danger.

His form moved like smoke, rising and falling amid continuous roof tiles, keenly noticing the difference between this place and his previous experiences.

Earlier, the black tide brought by the Resentment Demon Master engulfed him, and the manifested scene was more vivid than before, the Capital City here is more lively, although it’s nighttime, the lights from deep courtyards, the occasional carriage with a midwife driving through the streets, even faintly heard musical notes, carried a kind of vibrant texture, no longer a completely lifeless backdrop.

As if this memory was particularly deep, making it almost real.

With toes gently touching the exquisite chiwen on a tavern, Chen Yi suddenly stopped, a thought flashed across his mind.

Since such is the case, why not take a look at Xiangwang Mansion, take a look and see if Xiangwang Mansion has been ransacked, then you’ll know what time it is.

Indeed, the rise and fall of Xiangwang Mansion is the key turning point in Yin Tingxue’s fate. If the mansion is still there, it is before the ransack; if it has declined, then it is after.

Knowing the hour could possibly make it easier to speculate what kind of predicament or mood the Little Fox might be in at this moment.

He hesitated no longer, discerned the direction, and like a night owl, dashed toward the location of Xiangwang Mansion in his memory, the night wind blowing his attire, the nighttime scenery of the Capital City flowed beneath his feet.

Soon after, he stopped, Chen Yi crouched in the shadows of the street opposite Xiangwang Mansion, staring intently.

The mansion’s red lacquered doors were tightly shut, stone lions at the entrance stood solitary, the outline of buildings inside remained yet not a hint of light could be seen, as if a massive ruin, exuding a deathly stillness in the night.

As he pondered, a series of hurried yet deliberately light footsteps echoed from the long street behind.

He swiftly turned around, only to see a group wearing Flying Fish Robes, with Brocade Spring Blades at their waist, gathered around a person and came quickly.

The one leading the group had a white, beardless face, it was the Supervisor of the West Factory, Wu Qingsheng.

An old acquaintance,

But after all, they hadn’t met for a few years, at first glance he seemed somewhat unfamiliar.

A Jinyi Guard sergeant stepped forward quickly, lowered his voice and reported: "Supervisor, the Eastern Factory’s people have already set out, judging by the direction, they’re heading outside the city."

Upon hearing this, Wu Qingsheng’s mouth twisted into a hint of a smile, his voice sharp yet tinged with murderous intent: "They acted swiftly! The Heavenly Family has long discerned Eastern Factory’s ambitious heart and their secret collusion with the Demon Sect’s minions. Their current action must be due to catching wind, aiming to intercept and kill those demons, attempting to destroy the evidence and leave no proof of the dead!"

The surrounding Jinyi Guard looked nervous: "Supervisor, then we..."

Before he could speak further, Wu Qingsheng flicked his sleeve and sternly said: "Chase! Absolutely cannot let them succeed! We must seize a living one before the Eastern Factory! Quickly!"

These words exploded like thunder in Chen Yi’s ears, Eastern Factory, West Factory, Demon Sect, kill to shut the mouth... all the clues were instantly connected!

Indeed, it’s tonight! Xiangwang Mansion was ransacked, Yin Tingxue’s Longevity Bridge had just been severed, she was being escorted to prison, Demon Sect members seized the opportunity to rescue her...

And afterwards, she went to Gaoliang Mountain, became the Demon Sect Saintess, years later came to seek vengeance on him, killing him in the forest.

That infamous life, thus abruptly ended, so much so that he didn’t get to play the villain to the end.

Wu Qingsheng and his group no longer delayed, their forms leapt up, racing towards the direction outside the city.

In the night, the Brocade Spring Blade at their waist clattered against the scabbard mouth with their urgent steps, producing dull and repetitive clicking sounds, the sound mixing with the wind, like a fatal drumbeat, rapidly retreating.

Chen Yi’s heart sank suddenly.

The Little Fox at this moment, probably on the run!

Without time to think deeply, he shot like a ghost from the shadows, no longer caring if he was detected, exerting his Qinggong to the extreme, and chased after the direction where the Jinyi Guard disappeared, like a wisp of smoke.

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

After a round of arrow rain like splashed ink, the four carriages leaving the city were all pierced through, dark blood seeped out from the gaps.

Arrows deeply embedded into the wooden boards, their feathers quivered slightly in the night wind, blood weaved along the patterns of the carriage boards, dripping silently onto the muddy ground, adding more deathly stillness.

Only the subtle sound of leaves crushed under boots and the slight tension of crossbows not yet relieved of their vigilance, between the roads enveloped by woods on both sides, Eastern Factory’s Fanzi emerged like ghosts from the shadows, their cold gaze locked onto those silent carriages.

A Little Flag Officer squinted his eyes, observing for a moment, then quickly returned to the slender face of the eunuch dressed in a Python Robe in the lead, saying softly: "Supervisor, seems they’re dead, no sound."

"All dead?" Eastern Factory’s Supervisor, Xue Youge, scanned the carriages with his narrow eyes, lightly pinching the ring with his fingertips, pondered briefly and said calmly: "Shoot another volley, ensure foolproof."

Another volley of arrows poured down like spilled ink.

More dense than before, the arrow rain poured down, thumping into the carriages, some even piercing through the thick compartment boards, emitting muffled sounds harsh to the ears, the already battered carriages swayed precariously.

Just then, Xue Youge caught sight of a swift-moving procession of torches in the distance at the city gate, his heart tensed, the Western Factory people were coming!

His expression darkened, he hesitated no further, shrieking: "Quick! Disassemble the carriages for me! Drag out the corpses inside, verify them one by one, leave none!"

Orders given followed, the Fanzi immediately drew blades and closed in, surrounding the carriages.

A Jinyi Guard eager to prove himself reached to lift the curtain of the nearest carriage, yet as his hand touched the curtain fabric, a cold light like a viper stabbed out from within, piercing through his throat suddenly!

He couldn’t even scream before staring wide-eyed and collapsing.

Almost simultaneously, the walls of other carriages shattered violently, several blood-soaked figures with crazed eyes wielded sharp blades and charged out!

Blades flashed, several Jinyi Guard close to the carriages were caught off guard, instantly slashed down, that lean Execution Elder’s facial hair bristled, roaring fiercely: "Eastern Factory eunuchs, betrayal! Kill these Eastern Factory dogs!"

Brief stillness shattered suddenly, slaughter erupted instantly.

On the official road, a bloody scene, Demon Sect remnants knowing they’d die, resorted to life-risking moves, while Eastern Factory’s Fanzi relied on their superiority in numbers, forming arrays to slaughter.

The sounds of weapons clashing, roars, screams resounded together, blood splashed on the cold ground, severed limbs and remains scattered everywhere.

Inside the initial carriage, Yin Tingxue remained frozen in place.

Her face and body sprayed with blood slowly turned cold and viscous, the corpse of the woman beside her had gradually stiffened.

The shouting, the sound of weapon striking from outside seemed to come from another world, she merely stared blankly at the swaying, shattered curtain ahead, her mind empty, only her heart kept beating incessantly in her chest.

The smell of blood grew stronger, filling her nostrils.

Her eyes gradually unfocused, settled on the dead woman’s face,

So much blood...

Is it,

To become the Demon Sect Saintess, so many have to die, so much blood shed...