My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1282: Chapter 705: Let’s Go (Double-Length)_2

Before her eyes appeared a scene reminiscent of the Asura Hell from Buddhist Scriptures.

Her pupils suddenly contracted to the extreme, her stomach churned violently, and even her fear was temporarily numbed by the shock of the dreadful sight.

In the chaos, no one initially noticed her; she stood there dumbfounded until a sharp-eyed Fanzi spotted an extra person and hoarsely shouted.

"Demoness, it’s that demoness!"

A brief dead silence.

Both sides of the battle were momentarily stunned by the figure tumbling out from the carriage.

Immediately, the remaining Demon Sect members went insanely frantic, trying desperately to rush forward and form a human wall. The already precarious defense line completely fell apart, and the Fanzi of the Eastern Factory seized the opportunity to cut down several people.

More Fanzi then turned their blades toward the solitary slender figure amidst the sea of corpses and blood!

Roars, screams, the clash of weapons, and the moans of the dying... countless sounds flooded into Yin Tingxue’s ears like waves, making her eardrums buzz.

She looked at those ferociously charging faces, at the Sect followers desperately trying to reach her but falling continuously, and she finally woke from her stupor.

She suddenly remembered the purpose of getting out of the carriage and wanted to speak, but the bloody smell invaded her throat; she opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"Protect the Saintess!"

"Kill that demoness!"

"For the Ming Venerable! Protect the Saintess!"

... She couldn’t hear those loud shouts clearly; the battle continued, blood flowed endlessly, and the chaotic noises drowned everything, with all human voices amidst the blades and blood centered around the word "Saintess."

No one would mistake her for anything but the Demon Sect Saintess.

Moreover, if not as the Demon Sect Saintess, what was she?

She only wanted to live like an ordinary person, with a mother’s embrace, and a path she could walk on her own.

But she had no choice.

The moment the Longevity Bridge was broken,

she was pushed down.

Blood splattered on her face, and the dark red surface of the ground water moved, reflecting a blurred image of herself.

That face was just like hers, covered in blood, eyes void of expression.

The night wind blew, rippling the blood into circles. Gazing at such a bewildered self, Yin Tingxue awoke as though from a dream,

Yes...

She didn’t want to be the Demon Sect Saintess either...

But... compared to dying like this... being the Demon Sect Saintess... seemed a bit better.

Yin Tingxue stood in the pool of blood, fingers slowly tightening, as if trying to grasp onto something, yet holding nothing.

She only wanted to live, simply that.

Like a stone tossed into a serene lake, in an instant of emotional upheaval, the meridians blocked due to the severed Longevity Bridge seemed to be pried open gradually, points and joints throughout her body seemed to be cleared.

Yin Tingxue, dazed, watched bodies falling lifelessly, lips opening and closing slightly, sound dispersing into the bloody wind, indistinct.

If not wanting to die like this, then she had to kill.

Pick up the sword and kill,

Whether deserved or innocent, it was... just killing.

Thud!

Blood spurted ahead, and she watched a blood-stained sword cleave open a sect member trying to protect her, with a glint of cold light, directly falling toward her face.

She could see her pale face reflected on the blade.

She reached out, wanting to grab that blood-stained sword.

The sword’s edge came swiftly, almost piercing through her, but at the critical moment, suddenly stopped, then limply fell down, clanging into the pool of blood.

The Fanzi holding the sword turned pale, trying to cover his throat, but blood still gushed continuously, collapsing downward.

Yin Tingxue didn’t manage to catch the Blood Sword.

A shadow like lightning tearing through the night sky descended at a speed hard to catch with the naked eye!

Then, a hand grasped hers,

"Little Fox,

let’s go."

Yin Tingxue trembled, a tear slipping down from the corner of her eye.

She didn’t have time to see clearly who the person was before her, but the Blood Sword had dropped, and it seemed... she didn’t have to kill, could survive without killing.

The words "Little Fox" pierced through the bloodlight and night, like coming from a distant past life,

and in that moment,

forcefully pulled her from the abyss of ignorance.

And that person held her hand, turned around with the sword, like a hen protecting its chick, shielding her.

Eastern Factory Supervisor Xue Youge killed a Demon Sect member with one stroke, then suddenly looked up, staring at the silhouette abruptly entering the battlefield, after considering carefully, finding that figure somewhat familiar.

"Who is that?" he kept asking.

"Reportedly, it’s a Centurion from the West Factory, supposedly called Chen... Chen Yi or something."

"So it’s him." Xue Youge sneered, "The people from West Factory have come to kill indeed, never mind, time for me to strike."

The chaotic battle continued, Eastern Factory’s Fanzi kept closing in. Chen Yi casually used Sword Qi to flick away nearby blades, the blood fog sliced by the wind into a gap.

He firmly held Yin Tingxue’s wrist, the fingertips carrying the residual warmth of the blade and the slickness of blood,

"Let’s go, Little Fox, we won’t stay here any longer, we’re leaving this place, to Yin Sword Mountain, or elsewhere, to the ends of the earth."

He didn’t look back, only felt the girl behind him tremble slightly, then gripped his hand even tighter.

Amid continuous glints of swords and shadows of knives, unclear within the night, unknown what moves or actions were made, only saw silhouettes attempting to approach fall as if blown wheat by the wind.

Eastern Factory Supervisor Xue Youge stepped across Fanzi corpses in a leap, knew as a Centurion, he indeed had some skill, as it reached the time for him to act.

He coldly stared at the person in front, fiercely questioning: "Centurion Chen, Eastern Factory hunts Demon Sect, how dare you rebel here?"

A shouted order paused that person briefly, just as Xue Youge thought he was stopped, ready for a surprise attack.

Seeing that person shook his head, seemingly pondering then said:

"Who are you? I seem to have some impression... never mind, I can’t remember, just die."

His words just finished,

Xue Youge just heard this, still puzzled, in the blink of an eye saw his own neck suddenly becoming distant, while his head hit the ground, realized in terror he had lost his head, body and head separated.

All clamors and shouts slowly diminished, then abruptly halted.

Fanzi deadlocked their eyes on the ground at the supervisor’s head, wide-eyed, lingering with shock and disbelief, then quickly looked up at the black-clad youth standing with a sheathed sword, as if casually swatting a mosquito.

Don’t know who shouted first, with a teary tone and uncontrollable trembling: "Supervisor... Supervisor is dead!"

"He killed the supervisor!"

"Run... Quickly run!"

The brief silence broken by greater panic, the remaining Eastern Factory Fanzi lost all fighting spirit, like startled sparrows, dropping weapons, turning to flee desperately toward the darkness of the forests.

Instantly scattered like birds and beasts.

Blood-covered Execution Elder stunned, gazing at the one who easily executed the Eastern Factory Supervisor, stood and approached, clasped fists saying:

"Thank you, righteous warrior..."

"Don’t call, we’re leaving, if you follow us you’ll die too."

"Wha—what..."

Sect members surviving the calamity froze in place,

Chen Yi didn’t bother to spare those Demon Sect members another glance, only slightly turned his head, sensing the tiny force from the cool little hand in his palm, softly repeated:

"Let’s go."