My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 59 - 44: That One Knife (Everyone remember to come read it tomorrow)
Chapter 59: Chapter 44: That One Knife (Everyone remember to come read it tomorrow)
The Door God’s portrait unfurled, descending fully into the ominous and sinister ancestral shrine, the image of Jiang Wei exuding an air of majestic valor.
As soon as the portrait of Jiang Wei, the Door God, appeared, the Ghost General erupted with billowing waves of black mist and sinister energy, instantly engulfing the shrine’s entrance. Its pale mouth gaped wide, letting out a blood-curdling roar!
During the twilight of the Han Dynasty in the Three Kingdoms period, Deng Ai secretly crossed the Yinping region and launched a surprise attack on Shu, achieving an unparalleled feat of conquest. Yet Jiang Wei feigned surrender to Zhong Hui and schemed to harm three virtuous men.
Afterward, Deng Ai died unjustly. On his deathbed, Deng Ai roared in indignation: "The cruelty of Bai Qi is reborn today!"
At this very moment, where the black mist spread, a foul, putrid stench permeated the air. The walls crumbled and cracked with sizzling sounds, and the entire shrine seemed to tremble violently.
The Taoists of the Upper Purity Sect shivered involuntarily. They watched as a figure clutched the Door God’s portrait in one hand and slowly drew a blade with the other, his silhouette resolute and unyielding.
The flow of energy circulated, and Chen Yi’s eyes shone with piercing brilliance.
The enraged Ghost General lifted its foot, gripping an enormous spear, and stepped into the shrine. The stone bricks beneath its feet cracked with an echoing crash.
The sinister energy surged forward in an instant, only to be met by a dazzling golden radiance from the Shariputra in Chen Yi’s embrace. The blinding light enveloped Chen Yi, extinguishing the oncoming waves of sinister energy upon contact.
With the golden Shariputra suppressing the evil, the blade in Chen Yi’s hand could kill not just men, but spirits as well.
The Ghost General advanced with heavy strides, swinging its massive spear downward with an unstoppable force, striking with a thunderous blow.
Feeling the tremor beneath his feet, Chen Yi pivoted to the side, taking advantage of the opening to slash diagonally. The sharp blade collided with the Ghost General’s armor, sparking violently as it carved a deep gash into the Bloodstained Ghost Armor.
As the missed attack shattered the stone floor, the Ghost General, Deng Ai, drew back its spear to its midpoint and launched a horizontal sweep. The spear wind howled fiercely, raising a sudden cloud of dust.
Yet Chen Yi neither dodged nor retreated. Instead, he rushed forward, the golden light of the Shariputra enveloping him. Clenching the Door God’s portrait tightly in his left hand, he brought his fingers together and unleashed a straightforward punch!
The Cangshan Fist erupted alongside the image of Jiang Wei, the sinister energy receding like waves retreating from the shore. The seemingly indestructible armor cracked under the force of the punch, splitting into six deep fissures.
The Taoists of the Upper Purity Sect stared at the scene in stunned silence.
Yin Weiyin’s gaze was complex. She glanced subconsciously at Min Ning beside her—the young hero who should have been her destined partner. At this moment, his bright eyes burned with unrelenting intensity.
The one who should have been her Dao companion... Yet now his heart was entirely fixated on that person...
The Taichua Goddess felt a lump in her throat, as if she had swallowed poison, a searing ache spreading through her chest.
The Ghost General let out another guttural roar, taking a single step forward. Its mountainous frame twisted, and its spear shot forth with deafening detonations. The spear wind surged wildly, pressing down so hard that Chen Yi had to bend slightly at the waist.
The spear thrust forth like a dragon, targeting his face. It seemed as though in the next moment, Chen Yi’s head would be shattered into pieces.
Chen Yi abruptly raised his hand, channeling energy into his arm. In an instant, his arm became as unyielding as iron and stone. The sharp spear blade struck directly against his arm, producing a metallic clang. The blade sank three inches into his arm, blood flowing profusely, piercing neatly between two bones.
Had the spear gathered the Ghost General’s sinister energy and traveled back through the blade, Chen Yi would have been crippled or killed within the time it took for half an incense stick to burn.
Yet with the suppression of the golden Shariputra and the Door God Jiang Wei’s portrait, waves of sinister energy were repelled time and again.
The Ghost General roared in frustration.
It wrenched the spear free, spinning it in a wide arc. The weapon fell with a force akin to a thousand-pound boulder, slashing diagonally downward as if to cleave Chen Yi in two!
Chen Yi raised his blade, stepping forward to meet the blow. The spear blade missed, and the spear shaft collided heavily with his shoulder. The faint sound of cracking reverberated from his shoulder, but enduring the pain, he aimed a slash directly at the cracks in the Ghost General’s armor.
The cold gleam flashed, and under the brilliance of the golden Shariputra, the already shattered armor was completely severed. Ominous sinister energy surged forth, but as Chen Yi raised the Door God’s portrait, the sinister energy, like a lesser entity before a powerful god, instantly retreated.
Enraged to its core, the Ghost General let out a raspy, guttural scream, loud enough to make one’s eardrums bleed. It stepped back several paces, only to advance once more. Its body moved first, and in an instant, the spear was retracted. Its pitch-black arm erupted with sinister energy as it swung in a powerful, devastating arc, cutting out a half-foot-deep fissure with this supremely fierce and domineering strike!
In this moment, time seemed to slow to a crawl.
Chen Yi bent slightly at the waist, his head bowed, his hands gripping the Brocade Spring Blade tight against the Door God’s portrait. The cold gleam of the blade, at first restrained, began to glow faintly in the ominous shrine.
He slowly pushed his hands back, concentrating True Qi into his Qi Sea, surging through his Shenque acupoint before channeling it into the Lesser Triple Burner meridian in his hands. With his rear foot digging against the ground, the stone bricks beneath him fractured under the strain.
The blade’s momentum gathered. At first, it seemed effortless, but as the motion reached his lower back, veins bulged across his forearms. Planting a heavy step, he swung forward with a slash that met the fierce spear thrust head-on!
Boom!
The blade energy surged forth, unstoppable and thunderous, its momentum sweeping like a flying dragon piercing the heavens. In the instant of impact, the world seemed to split along a single, fine line. Chen Yi reversed his grip and angled the blade upward, severing the Ghost General’s massive arm, ending its overwhelming spear strike in one decisive move!
A strike that cleaved through wind and rain.
Moments after the blade light passed, its resonating hum belatedly rang through the shrine. The entire building quaked under the impact.
The Ghost General’s ashen-white eyes widened in shock, its face frozen in disbelief.
Chen Yi sheathed his blade.
He turned and walked toward the stunned Taoists. Behind him, the towering figure of the Ghost General collapsed like a mountain, shaking the shrine with an echoing rumble. Moments later, all returned to silence.
Min Ning watched the scene unfold, her eyes wide with awe, her gaze burning.
It was that strike...
She clenched her fists tightly.
The Taoists of the Upper Purity Sect stared at the martial artist who seemed like a god of slaughter. A chill ran down their spines, leaving them momentarily speechless. Meanwhile, the Taichua Goddess’s face turned pale, her lips trembling uncontrollably, unable to utter a sound.
Only Min Ning stepped forward with bold strides.
She began to smile.
She was overjoyed, though she didn’t even know why.
Perhaps it was because the slash that felled the Ghost General was hers—her strike.
Heat surged through Min Ning’s trembling hands, her breathing quickened. Indeed, it was her slash, the one she had taught him. A strike as profound as cleaving through wind and rain. In his hands, it seemed capable of carving an indelible mark upon the vast Jianghu, claiming a place among the top ten martial artists. The thought that this unparalleled strike had originated from her filled her with a sense of pride she could barely bear.
She felt as though she had gone mad. She was on the verge of losing herself.
And even if madness consumed her, it didn’t matter—because at this moment, she finally understood her desire to kiss him!
Min Ning took a forceful step forward, her arm wrapping around Chen Yi’s neck. She pulled his head down and kissed him with reckless abandon.
Chen Yi stopped in place and gently wrapped his arm around her waist.
Witnessing this scene, Yin Weiyin’s pupils constricted. She swayed as though she might collapse, her fingers clenched so tightly they turned pale.
The Taoists of the Upper Purity Sect were rocked to their core. Their gaze flickered between Yin Weiyin and Min Ning, unable to comprehend the shocking spectacle playing out before them.
