My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 660 - 436: Water and Fire Are Incompatible
Yin Weiyin's defiance was apparent in her sharp gaze, causing Min Ning to pause momentarily, taken aback. It took her a while to realize that the relationship between these Immortal women was far from cordial.
Of course, it made sense—Min Ning was no stranger to the temperament of the Taichua Goddess.
Ever since their encounter in the Capital City, Min Ning had seen her disdain for common mortals, her aloofness and arrogance, and her intolerance for transient victories or defeats—her focus remained solely on the path to immortality.
Min Ning shifted her blade off Lu Ying and pressed it against Yin Weiyin's face.
"I'll ask, and you'll answer. If you refuse to answer even once, I'll cut you."
The blade's sharpness radiated a chilling intent, reflecting in Yin Weiyin's eyes. Yet, the female crown, regaining her composure, did not show much fear.
Min Ning's words were menacing, but they were all for show. Yin Weiyin chuckled inwardly. She knew the reason for this woman's behavior—nothing more than a fixation on *that man*.
However, Yin Weiyin couldn't help but pity Min Ning as she recalled how Chen Yi now favored her more. Such a shame, Min Ning was close to the water, but still couldn't reach the moon.
Yin Weiyin ignored the blade and said evenly, "Whether you cut me once or ten times,
it makes no difference to me."
Min Ning's phoenix eyes narrowed, suddenly sharp as sword light. She remarked coldly, "Yin Weiyin, do you really think I don't dare to move against you?"
The female crown found amusement in these words. Truly, a concubine oppressing the wife?
Tsk, not even a concubine—this one didn't even have a proper title, merely a mistress.
The female crown lowered her gaze, smoothing the creases in her robe.
"It's not that I believe you wouldn't dare. I believe, rather, that if you did harm me, he wouldn't love you anymore."
Min Ning laughed softly, her tone unreadable.
"Do you take me for someone bound by love? As if I care for his affections."
Though she said this, Yin Weiyin noticed the corner of the blade handle tightening in her grip.
Yin Weiyin lifted her chin and smirked, "Go on, then. Try me, Min Yuechi—is it that you lack the courage?"
A sudden surge of energy jolted the air; Yin Weiyin's robes billowed violently, her hair whipping in the wind. Despite this storm, her expression remained poised, as she feigned calmness and stared at Min Ning.
Dust swirled in the corridor; gravel rose and fell again. At this moment, Lu Ying awoke abruptly, her eyes snapping open, emitting muffled cries.
Min Ning glanced sidelong at the unfamiliar female Taoist.
They'd never met before, and Min Ning had no idea who she was.
Instinctively, Min Ning struck Yin Weiyin's mute acupoint in a flash, then pushed the blade closer, addressing Lu Ying:
"Taoist cow-nose, I'll ask, and you'll answer."
Lu Ying froze for a moment, utterly bewildered.
Min Ning spoke leisurely, "If you refuse to answer once, I'll stab your companion here."
Lu Ying wouldn't dare shake her head at this point and quickly nodded, saying, "I'll answer each question."
Yin Weiyin hesitated for a moment.
Min Ning thought to herself that Lu Ying had more backbone than King Jing's daughter. She opened her mouth and asked:
"Why are you both here?"
"This is Chongyang Temple's Sword Pond… a secret realm wherein sword intent is chaotic and complex. It stems from the battle long ago between the Loulan Sword Emperor and Sword Demon Wu Buxu…"
Before long, Lu Ying explained everything clearly, detailing how they were swept into this secret realm and recounting the origins of the Sword Pool Secret Realm.
After listening, Min Ning realized that the issue with Lord Bai had no connection to these two female Taoists. They couldn't possibly be complicit.
Min Ning always addressed one matter at a time. Even though she disliked Yin Weiyin, she still released her acupoint.
She sheathed her blade and said, "It seems… we are fellow travelers?"
"Fellow travelers with you?" Yin Weiyin rolled her sleeves and sneered, "You and I have always been worlds apart, immortal and mortal."
The female crown thought to herself that the mutual grudge between them ruled out camaraderie—let alone standing shoulder-to-shoulder together.
"When we meet Chen Yi, it'll be clear who is insignificant."
Thus Yin Weiyin pondered.
Seeing that the female crown showed no gratitude, Min Ning held back any courteous words. The two women, indeed, were unlikely to meet amicably—if not adversarial, certainly unfriendly.
"When we meet Chen Yi, it'll be clear who is insignificant." Min Ning suppressed her emotions, harboring the same thought.
She glanced at Lu Ying; compared to Yin Weiyin, this female Taoist seemed much more agreeable.
"Are you the Sword Armor's head disciple?"
Lu Ying nodded slightly and replied, "Are you Min Ning?"
"You've heard of me?"
"I have—with mention from the East Palace," Lu Ying clarified further, "That is, Wuyong Building." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
Min Ning raised a brow in mild surprise… it was no wonder.
Turning around, she felt no inclination to linger in this corridor any longer and concluded, "If you seek an escape, and I seek the truth, then let's move forward as companions."
......
Luo Shuo rushed toward the western city gate.
Strangely enough, before that bolt of lightning struck, Chongyang Temple was overwhelmed as if black clouds bore down upon it, ready to destroy the city. Sword intent seemed poised to burst forth at any moment, reducing the entire temple to rubble.
Yet once the two female Taoists on the Magic Platform vanished after the lightning strike, the Sword Pool Secret Realm grew quieter.
Whether it was Wei Wuque's Xique Pavilion men or the roaming Taoists across the seas, none could comprehend the situation. Eventually, they credited the Taihua Mountain immortals for their divine virtues.
Still, despite the tranquility, Wei Wuque dared not leave Chongyang Temple. Instead, he sent Luo Shuo along with others from Xique Pavilion to meet Chen Yi.
Dust rose with the wind as the dim mist sank upon the western city gate. Outside the grand, towering gate, there faintly lingered the scent of blood. The doors lay wide open, revealing the Sichuan scene beyond.
"Eek! Eek!"
"Eek! Eek!"
Luo Shuo abruptly planted his feet, unable to believe what he was hearing.
The sound resembled a baby's cry.
Sand swept through the streets, the city gate resembling an ancient battlefield etched into a faded old painting. The setting sun heightened the bloody atmosphere. From the gate's gaps emerged a figure and a bloodied sword. Luo Shuo involuntarily stepped back; he had killed many people, yet the sight of this individual filled him with dread.
The man, hair disheveled and wild as a wolf, was none other than Lonely Smoke Sword, Wan Yan Jing.
Wan Yan Jing's robes were dusted with sand and brittle leaves. Autumn wind tore through his garments. He cradled a baby, a severed male arm hanging from his neck—it could only belong to Chen Yi, whose half-closed eyes seemed lifeless.
Luo Shuo instinctively drew his sword, while the Xique Pavilion spies behind him assumed wary postures—not out of a mission's duty but sheer primal fear.
Wan Yan Jing, however, paid them little attention. He casually set Chen Yi down.
After hesitant deliberation, Luo Shuo stepped forward to catch Chen Yi.
Wan Yan Jing pointed at Chen Yi, then at his sword, the blood on the blade nearly dried.
Luo Shuo's stare was filled with confusion.
That infamous Lonely Smoke Sword, with enemies across two nations, made an utterly unexpected gesture,
He gave a thumbs-up.
Luo Shuo stood frozen.
Wan Yan Jing's lips moved, as if trying to smile like an ordinary person—but he couldn't. After several attempts, his effort failed, and the baby in his arms cried more ferociously, seemingly hungry.
Without lingering any longer, Wan Yan Jing turned away.
Sandstorm swept up, his wild silhouette disappearing in a blur.
After a long moment, Luo Shuo murmured, "What in the world just happened?"
"Cough… cough…"
Beside him, Chen Yi weakly opened his eyes, coughing several times. Blood dried at the corners of his lips. He stared intently in the direction Wan Yan Jing departed, replaying the battle that had just transpired in his mind.
"He had a lot of fun…
I'd say… it ended in a draw."
