My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 641 - 426: Pillow Talk (Combined 2 in 1)_2

The female crown was startled, taking two steps back, instinctively holding up her skirt at the back,

"There...you can't..."

Chen Yi embraced her shoulders and kissed her fiercely on the lips, making the female crown blush instantly.

"Accusing me of having someone else out of nowhere, if you keep overthinking, I won't let you go tonight."

As the threat mixed with intimacy ended, Yin Weiyin wiped the moisture off his lips and said clearly:

"I certainly won't doubt you without reason."

She saw the passion in his eyes and secretly laughed at his infatuation.

Thankfully, he only had her as the Immortal.

......

By the evening, after about an hour of tossing, Chen Yi embraced Yin Weiyin and started discussing today's events.

He always liked to hold the women he admired and talk on the bed, whether it was Yin Tingxue, or Yin Weiyin, or in his past life with Zhou Yitang.

"Did you... decide to kill Huang Jing?"

Yin Weiyin asked after hearing him out.

"Yes, but I'm not the master of Xique Pavilion."

Yin Weiyin curiously asked, "Speaking of which, it's surprising that Huang Jing, despite being toyed by that group of spies as a pawn, could still rally so many people."

Chen Yi replied, "It's probably because the Jianghu values moral principles."

State affairs belong to the state, the Jianghu belongs to the Jianghu, in the Jianghu they don't follow royal laws, only moral principles.

They don't follow explicit laws and codes, only the people's will.

The reason Huang Jing could rally so many Jianghu people to help him was closely related to his skills in manipulation and winning people's hearts.

"Is this... what they call a chivalrous hero?" the female crown said softly.

She rested her head on Chen Yi's arm, her neck pressing close.

"A chivalrous hero... can this be considered chivalry?" Chen Yi mused.

"People like Guo Jie are like this, committing crimes and stealing in their youth, coining money and robbing graves countless times," Yin Weiyin said, "Yet, as they grow older, they reform and become frugal, generous and hospitable."

Chen Yi's gaze lowered slightly, he replied ambiguously, "Then this is similar to Dong Zhuo, before rising to power, Dong Zhuo was generous and hospitable, even slaughtering his last sheep at home to entertain guests."

Yin Weiyin noticed his brows slightly knitted and caught a hint of his thoughts.

She wasn't entirely ignorant of Chen Yi's matters. Since their ordeal in the underworld, she had observed more about Chen Yi, especially after seeing his keen interest in "Three Heroes and Five Gallants." Women are typically perceptive, and when it comes to the man they admire, even more so.

Considering he was both her Dao companion and Heavenly Vision, he should focus on cultivating together, achieving immortal renown on the mountain, rather than wandering the Jianghu.

With this in mind, Yin Weiyin whispered by his pillow:

"A hero is but a thief."

"A thief?"

"Robbing the rich to give to the poor, breaking the law with martial skills, what else could that be but thievery?" The female crown paused and said clearly, "The former steals wealth, the latter usurps a nation."

Chen Yi glanced at her, "What do you mean?" he asked.

Yin Weiyin edged closer, her cheek almost touching his:

"I see you've been obsessed with so-called acts of chivalry these past few months, but is chivalry truly chivalry? When you see Huang Jing, do those in the Jianghu say he's not chivalrous? Alone, avenging his son, years without regretting his vow, how chivalrous."

Chen Yi sunk into contemplation, remaining silent.

The Huang Jing seen by those Jianghu people was a splendid image of a chivalrous hero spending thousands of gold, while the Chen Yi they saw seemed no better than a minion assisting a tyrant.

Seeing his wavering, Yin Weiyin seized the opportunity:

"...You're deeply misled by Min Ning, she might not be bad but too naive, all focused on stories without realizing reality differs from tales.

Common worldly chivalry is fleeting; the mountain's immortality is eternal.

As we are Dao companions now, we should both focus on cultivation. Taihua Mountain is near, retreating there together wouldn't be too late..."

Her words halted suddenly.

In the quiet night, Yin Weiyin saw Chen Yi smiling somewhat mockingly, making her feel apprehensive.

"Yin Weiyin, trying to talk me round by the pillow?"

Chen Yi had listened to a few lines initially, but once he heard the female crown mention immortality, he became alert immediately.

In his arms, Yin Weiyin lowered her voice, "Not really."

Chen Yi pinched the tip of her ear, making her quiver slightly, her entire body soft in his embrace.

"You, you... this is for your own good..."

"Stop trying to sway me with pillow talk." Saying this, Chen Yi kissed her passionately.

Yin Weiyin could only endure it, her body curling slightly, feeling a bit lost.

Because of Min Ning, he still wasn't willing to ascend to immortality with her?

......

Chen Yi was inclined toward killing, but whether to kill or not was like chewing on a tasteless piece of meat, unsatisfying yet a waste to discard.

If he were truly the master of Xique Pavilion, he would naturally strike first, killing Huang Jing.

But he wasn't, and his trust in Xique Pavilion wasn't substantial either.

Actually, Wei Wuque had contemplated assassinating Huang Jing, yet dealing with these Jianghu folk wasn't easy, and after Huang Jing's assassination, they might suspect Xique Pavilion, leading to a full confrontation.

Moreover, Huang Jing was a Fourth Rank Martial Artist; assassinating him was as hard as climbing the sky.

As for capturing and executing Huang Jing by the government's order, it was sheer ridicule.

Even by Great Yu's laws, Huang Jing should have been executed in the Capital City several hundred or thousand times already.

However, in the Jianghu, they value moral principles and collective honor and disgrace.

He got up, prepared a bowl of silver ear soup for Yin Weiyin, and then pondered in the main hall. Suddenly, a maidservant reported that Dong Gong Ruoshu had come again.

The door swung wide open, and Miss Donggong's figure burst in energetically.

Sweat beaded on her forehead as she exclaimed to Chen Yi:

"It's terrible, Miss Xiaotao, Miss Xiaotao was beaten while asking for favors! Her leg was broken!"

......

The black bugs crawled on the mottled beam, blending with the ashes after the fire, Xiaotao, with her broken leg, stared blankly at the crawling insects, oblivious to the sounds outside.