My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 621 - 409: 90 tales of Hatred_3

"The young nun at the tender age of sixteen, in the prime of her youth, had her hair shaved off by her master. Every day, she burns incense and changes water in the Buddha hall, yet watches as disciples play near the mountain gate. She sneaks a glance at us, and we sneak a glance at her. Between her and us, between us and her, feelings of longing ebb and flow. My foe!"

The dance steps began gracefully.

Chen Yi cast a glance and twisted his wrist; the chopsticks suddenly flew like a flash!

The flying chopsticks, like an arrow, pierced through the sharp and chilling wind. Dong Gong Ruoshu's eyes widened slightly, trying to intercept it, but his hand caught only air. In an instant, the chopsticks were about to puncture Tao'er's throat, yet at the last moment, they veered upward, embedding themselves within her thick, jet-black hair.

Tao'er's dance abruptly froze. Her face turned so pale it was hard to differentiate whether it was makeup or her complexion. She staggered back before collapsing to the ground, gasping for breath in a state of shock.

Watching her reaction, Chen Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.

Seems it's not her…

Dong Gong Ruoshu snapped out of it, turning to glare at Chen Yi. "What are you doing?!"

Chen Yi adjusted his sleeves and ignored Dong Gong Ruoshu. Instead, he addressed the female singer:

"Tao'er, as someone who roams the Jianghu, vigilance is key. I suspected you might be an assassin… I apologize and ask for your understanding."

Tao'er's lips quivered, as if unsure of what to say. Only after she slowly got up did she regain her composure and force a smile as she replied:

"No need for concern. The Jianghu is full of storms, the roads are distant, and everyone has their own struggles. How would I dare not understand? … Shall I… continue singing?"

"It's no longer necessary. Please leave."

"Alright… Perhaps there will be another chance."

Saying this, Tao'er offered a bow and retreated.

Dong Gong Ruoshu turned to resume glaring at Chen Yi.

After she left, Chen Yi said, "I suspected that the female singer just now might be a spy, but it seems she isn't."

Logically speaking, since Dong Gong Ruoshu had been flaunting his identity as a commander with a thousand households for some time now, he should've attracted attention long ago. And then Tao'er, with a reasonable yet slightly abrupt excuse, happened to show up, making Chen Yi instinctively suspicious.

But when his thrown chopsticks flew toward her, the female singer didn't react in time.

Anyone with martial training has an instinctive reaction during such sudden moments—it's not something that can be faked. These spies from the Western Jin have hidden themselves exceptionally well, implying a high level of skill. Judging by this female singer's reflexes, she most likely wasn't a spy.

Though Dong Gong Ruoshu recognized Chen Yi's good intentions, he still muttered, "But you can't go around scaring people like that. Besides, we haven't even confirmed if there are spies hidden in Yuanfeng Building."

Chen Yi simply chuckled. "Did you really want her to stay and sing? I fear if she kept singing, she'd end up singing her way into the bedroom."

Dong Gong Ruoshu didn't appreciate this comment. She tilted her chin and replied, "Are you afraid of being exposed? Don't forget, I know how to disguise myself as a man."

It went over her head that he was teasing her.

Chen Yi smirked but said nothing further. Just as he was about to speak, sudden noises came from outside the door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Urgent knocks rang out, accompanied by the staggering sound of footsteps. Soon after, the drunken voices began:

"Open up, open up, looking for Tao'er! Where's Tao'er…"

Another voice immediately chimed in:

"Let's see… let's see! Which bastard's got… Tao'er?!"

Following that, the door began to shake violently, as if they were ramming into it.

"Tao'er isn't here!"

Dong Gong Ruoshu shouted twice, but the drunken patrons ignored her. Annoyed, she yelled:

"You drunks!"

"Not drunk! Who said we're drunk?"

"Bastards hiding Tao'er… she's in there…"

The drunken voices persisted from outside, their chaotic steps and erratic door-pounding evident.

Dong Gong Ruoshu, thoroughly irritated by the commotion, was just about to deal with it herself when a hand suddenly blocked her path.

Chen Yi strode forward.

"I'll open it." He leaned lightly against the door, listening intently.

"Good, good… Let's see if Tao'er is in there…" one of the drunken men answered, shuffling his steps back. "Once we see her, we'll go…"

"Gentlemen, if you're drunk, why not take the 'Eight Diagrams Step' instead of playing mad monk?"

Suddenly, all was silent outside.

Chen Yi's hand slowly applied pressure.

The door swung open.

A chilling gleam of steel lunged straight for his face!