My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 635 - 421 Confiscating the Pig’s Face

At the fifth watch, he finally fell asleep. By the time he awoke to the bright midday sky, it was just past noon. Chen Yi glanced down at the jade-like beauty in his arms. She had clung to him all night, her lips slightly parted, making faint snores.

Though her sleeping position seemed uncomfortable, the torment she endured last night was likely too much for her. No matter how she lay—on her back or her side—it couldn't have been comfortable. Much less should it matter; they were husband and wife. Chen Yi brushed aside the stray strands of hair by her face, feeling that her sleeping visage was so ethereal, like the Buddha's radiant light atop a mountain luring men to fall into the abyss.

This was always the moment when Chen Yi felt the most conflicted.

Even during the period when she was merely a cauldron to him, Chen Yi couldn't help but be drawn to her sleeping features.

If Yin Tingxue's sleeping expression carried a trace of pitiful helplessness, then Yin Weiyin's sleeping countenance resembled the serene murals of celestial beings in an ancient temple. Its beauty was unparalleled, yet it inexplicably stirred in one the desire to defile it, making Chen Yi unable to resist teasing her into rolling her eyes at him.

After watching her for some time, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she woke up.

Yin Weiyin caught Chen Yi's gaze, shivered slightly, and instinctively tried to push him away. Yet, moments later, she seemed unwilling to part, pulling the quilt tighter around her as she leaned closer, her voice still nasal as she murmured.

Her eyes fell upon a jade pendant.

"You… still kept that thing?" Yin Weiyin asked in mild astonishment.

In truth, she had noticed it long ago but only now got the chance to ask.

Chen Yi hesitated for a moment before replying, "Yes."

The jade pendant, engraved with the character "Yi," glowed faintly. Chen Yi lifted it and tucked it behind his neck. Yin Weiyin couldn't discern his true thoughts but chose not to press further.

She scoffed softly, "So many women have given you things. Don't you ever get sick to your stomach?"

Chen Yi raised an eyebrow. Come to think of it, there was some truth to her words. A thoughtless trinket was from Min Ning; the Hou Kang Sword was from Zhou Yitang; the storage artifact of Square Land came from Yin Weiyin. Even the martial arts he now carried bore the marks of women in one way or another.

Yin Weiyin remarked, "Your entire attire carries traces of other women…"

"Are you criticizing me?"

"Can't I?"

Chen Yi was unbothered, finding no shame in it. But the haughty tone of the female crown made him laugh. Swiftly, he pressed his hand against her smooth abdomen and stated cruelly:

"And your belly carries all of my traces."

Yin Weiyin's face flushed red. She tried to push him away but found herself pinned down. Helpless, she could only clutch the quilt tighter against her.

After a moment of intimacy, Chen Yi rose from bed, donned his robe, and stepped out to wash. When he returned a quarter-hour later, Yin Weiyin still hadn't risen, though the half-draped garments on her suggested she had made an effort.

Chen Yi leaned closer and asked, "Still in pain?"

"Don't feel like getting up." As she spoke, Yin Weiyin appraised his attire.

"I'll go make you some snow fungus soup," Chen Yi offered as he prepared to leave.

"Wait."

She suddenly called out to him.

Chen Yi turned around and saw her reach out a hand, palm up. "Give me that mask," she demanded.

"Why?" Chen Yi asked, puzzled.

"You…" Yin Weiyin deliberated for a long moment before finally replying, "Your entire attire bears the marks of other women, but that mask doesn't."

Chen Yi didn't quite understand her reasoning but could sense a hint of her intent in her tone. Thus, he retrieved the mask from the Square Land artifact and handed it to her. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Yin Weiyin accepted the mask and tucked it away. Only now did her true intention reveal itself. She playfully declared, "From now on, you're only allowed to play the fool in front of me."

Chen Yi froze momentarily, then scoffed. "I won't play the fool in front of you again, just as I won't call you 'Good Sister.'"

...…

Soon after, Chen Yi pushed open the bedroom doors and left. A streak of green silk appeared at the corner of the wall, turning away as he went.

Lu Ying?

It seemed to resemble the clothing style of Yin Sword Mountain, though he couldn't see clearly. Presumably, Lu Ying had passed by moments ago. Chen Yi paid it no mind, turning to make his way toward the kitchen in the Xuan Residence.

"Hoo…"

Lu Ying let out a sigh of relief.

She had waited a long time for the two of them to rise, intending to call for them. But upon reaching the door, for some inexplicable reason, she decided to eavesdrop instead. Lu Ying then took a detour to the main hall, instructed the servants to bring hot water, ground tea leaves into powder, and began preparing tea—her posture calm and dignified. From the soles of her feet to her upright shoulders, she was impeccable. Yet her brows were furrowed, with worry lingering in her heart.

She recalled that day when the pig-faced mask trailed behind her, stepping across the stone tiles of Shantong City with laughter and chatter. But such moments would no longer exist. She couldn't quite articulate why this thought weighed on her. Perhaps she was concerned for that nephew of her master. Without the mask, he would risk recognition while wandering the Jianghu, and such exposure could bring immense trouble.

Perhaps she should choose another mask for him later. After all, he had protected her as a protector, and as her master's nephew, her concern for him was natural—so long as he didn't misunderstand her intentions.

"I'm nothing like Yin Zhiping."

...…

The Council Hall of Yuanfeng Building was enshrouded in an unspeakable aura of killing intent, chilling to the bone.

Even Thunder Bear, usually carefree and uninhibited, now had sweat beading on his forehead.

"Everyone's… dead?"

Huang Jing's expression was unreadable—neither joy nor grief could be discerned.

The servants, crushed under the oppressive atmosphere, dared not lift their heads as one meekly replied:

"… No one has returned…"

The hall fell into an even deeper silence.

After a long time, it was Six Yang Elder, a veteran of Jianghu affairs, who broke the silence. "If that is the case, then everything has been for naught… This Lonely Smoke Sword is more challenging than we imagined…"

Huang Jing replied slowly, "It was always going to be challenging. I heard the Loulan Sword Emperor snatched him from a wolf pack. If not for his innate Sword Dao talent, he would have lived his life as a feral wolf-child."

Even though they had heard this story multiple times, the crowd was still in awe. A former fellow disciple of the Broken Swordsman, ranked among the top ten on the martial rankings, had once been a wolf-child. Amid their astonishment, Six Yang Elder couldn't help but note Huang Jing's composure in the face of such a disastrous outcome.

"Master Huang, though we lured out the Lonely Smoke Sword, our losses were immense, and we've now lost track of him," Six Yang Elder hesitated before continuing, "Can you truly remain so calm?"

"Not all is lost. Of course, I can remain calm."

Huang Jing spoke slowly:

"Although Lonely Smoke Sword killed our people, he is still an animal. He left behind traces of his movements, and I have confirmed that he and those spies are in this area."

"What area?"

"Miaoshang Temple."

Huang Jing uttered these three words before turning to face the others, clasping his hands together as he addressed them respectfully:

"The Lonely Smoke Sword is heavily wounded, as evident from the bodies left behind. Now, I ask everyone here to act immediately—surround Miaoshang Temple!"

"Manager! Manager!"

The housekeeper suddenly rushed in from outside.

"What is it?"

Just as he was rallying the group, such an interruption brought a flash of displeasure to Huang Jing's face. He asked coldly.

"Xique Pavilion seems to have gotten wind of the news and has already sent people to surround Miaoshang Temple!"

The housekeeper shouted loudly.

Xique Pavilion found out… how?

Huang Jing's pupils shrank, and his clasped hands trembled slightly before he quickly understood the reason.

Those Western Jin dogs—spies!