My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 650 - 431 Min Ning (Two-In-One)

Gentle, resonant singing drifted through the door, landing softly in their ears.

Chen Yi's expression remained unchanged.

Yin Weiyin tilted his head slightly and said softly:

"This Si Fan is sung quite beautifully."

"I suppose once she ascends the mountain, she won't sing it anymore."

"If she forgets her true heart, of course, she won't sing anymore," Yin Weiyin shook his head and said. "But if she's truly such a person, she's destined to remain an outer sect disciple for life."

Chen Yi chuckled and said: "Si Fan sings of a nun stirred by spring desires. Do you recall saying, 'True Immortals in heaven all speak the sacred language'? If one does not forget their heart, how could they possibly achieve enlightenment?"

Yin Weiyin, however, replied indifferently: "On Taihua Mountain, we practice the golden boy and jade girl method. A Taoist nun stirred by spring desires—is there truly harm in such things?"

Chen Yi listened and teased: "And you've been stirred by spring desires?"

"If not for you, how would I show it so plainly?"

Yin Weiyin hadn't expected him to be so direct. Her fair face flushed slightly, but she maintained an air of indifference and said:

"Toward you—is it not allowed?"

Chen Yi reached out and embraced her from behind, his voice gentle:

"Allowed."

Yin Weiyin smirked faintly as the sunlight reflected off the smoke-cloud patterned hairpin nestled in her locks.

It was the token of their promise, his gift to her.

She whispered softly: "I'll arrange matters with Little Tao later. You don't need to worry."

She understood that Chen Yi felt no romantic feelings for Little Tao—it was simply pity dictated by his temperament.

Perhaps it was influenced by Yin Tingxue; that was her speculation as a female crown.

"We were mere chance acquaintances, and I wouldn't say she weighed heavily on my mind anyway. But... you've arranged things well,"

Chen Yi reflected for a moment and replied gently.

Yin Weiyin discerned his tenderness but remained unsatisfied, whispering:

"You… call me 'wife'."

At this moment, Yin Weiyin was rather endearing. Yet Chen Yi didn't comply, instead laughing and saying:

"Why should I…"

Before he could finish speaking, Yin Weiyin shot him a glance. "Husband."

"I won't call you that."

"…Darling…" she lowered her voice.

"…Won't call you that either."

"Fine… beloved brother." She whispered faintly.

Chen Yi felt his bones nearly melt; he had always enjoyed seeing the indomitable princess yield before him. He laughed and said:

"Once more?"

Yin Weiyin pursed her lips, glanced at him, and walked away, whispering:

"Forget it, not worth it…"

Her voice lingered in his ears, and though Chen Yi didn't mind, as he watched her stride decisively away, he hesitated momentarily.

Yin Weiyin soon turned a corner, preparing to leave.

Seeing her departure so resolute, Chen Yi thought back briefly—was his response too indifferent before?

After all, they were husband and wife.

Yin Weiyin kept her gaze firm ahead but listened carefully for the sounds behind her. Sure enough, as he approached closer, he embraced her from behind, calling out softly: "Alright… wife."

Caught in the trap...

Yin Weiyin laughed inwardly, leaning softly back into his arms. Arranging Little Tao's matters was a trivial task, but Chen Yi had entrusted her entirely, respecting her wishes as his true wife. Though he stood quietly beside her, that silent companionship inexplicably gave her a sense of warmth.

The man leads within, the woman leads outside.

Such days—they truly wished to extend them a little longer.

Amid this moment of tender intimacy between the two, neither noticed...

Lu Ying had been standing by the main hall doors for quite a while, observing silently.

...

"Brother Min, we've arrived here,"

Zhao Yuanwang called out loudly.

After days of trekking and navigating miles of winding, treacherous mountain paths, they had finally reached the immortal cave dwelling.

From tree branches above, a chill wind swept in as Min Ning pulled at the hemline of her robe, gazing at the sights within the mountains.

The dense forests emitted a cold aura; narrow paths were littered with small stones and strewn with overgrown grass. Looking down revealed clusters of crumbled weeds, unmistakably straw stems, signaling that this road was often trodden by grass-shoed mountain folk—and frequently so.

Such frequency implied that other mountain dwellers typically avoided this path.

Upward journeys here likely involved delivering food, water, and firewood, with assigned laborers.

Min Ning raised her eyebrows slightly,

A proper local tyrant,

and certainly no benevolent soul.

"Understood." She uttered calmly.

Long echoes of a melodious voice emerged from the woods, causing Zhao Yuanwang's expression to tighten. He dared not so much as reach for his weapon.

Throughout these days, Zhao Yuanwang had entertained thoughts of murder.

Having taken on a lucrative deal only for a rival to appear and demand thirty percent—who could tolerate such a thing?

Yet, every time Zhao Yuanwang's murderous impulses rose, Brother Min would either disappear silently or emerge with a sword pressed to his vital point, nearly drawing blood. Once upon a time, Zhao Yuanwang had boasted the moniker "Ten Fingers Unoccupied," a testament to his sleight-of-hand skills in trickery and theft. Now, he could only be known as the "Seven-Finger Oddity."

Three fingers—a price paid in apology.

Glancing at his other brothers, Zhao Yuanwang found them pale-faced as well.

This Min character—clearly an expert.

"Keep moving."

A voice came from above the branches, pulling Zhao Yuanwang back to his senses. Without delay, he forced two children onward toward the immortal cave dwelling.

Perhaps sensing their fate, the two children trembled from their shoulders down. They were siblings—the sister walked ahead, moving against the wind. She glanced back at the treetops, trying to catch sight of the elusive figure, but found no trace.

Little Pear wasn't hoping for the person to save them. In these recent days, she had come to understand: that person spoke in double tongues and was no different from the traffickers—a devil in disguise. Her search now was merely to burn his face into memory, lest she die and transform into a ghost unable to recall the visage of her foe.

As for the other four figures, she had memorized them well.

Her younger brother, Little Xia, toppled forward and his head slammed against the ground. His spirit broken, he stumbled upon loose stones and fell, scraping his knee until blood seeped through.

The pain surged, and though he meant to endure it like a man, his resolve faltered. Glancing along the darkened, winding path ahead, uncertainty about its destination overwhelmed him, and tears filled his eyes as he began to cry.