My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 663 - 438: Only Afraid of Begging Min Ning

The corners of Min Ning's mouth lifted slightly, as if smiling but not quite.

Yin Weiyin broke out into a cold sweat on his forehead, subconsciously recalling the previous words.

After mocking Min Ning covertly and overtly for quite some time, she just now realized that she had never considered a possibility.

What if one day... Chen Yi couldn't defeat Min Ning.

Ever since she met Chen Yi, Yin Weiyin had been suppressed by him, and every time she resisted, she'd end up in trouble. She had vaguely sensed that her husband was invincible, and even she had to approach him with care.

But now seeing Min Ning's performance, if she continued to train, who could say, one day Chen Yi's realm might fall short.

Yin Weiyin's mind raced, she noticed Min Ning sizing her up, and said expressionlessly:

"Heh."

Min Ning's surprise flickered and vanished.

Not seeing for more than half a year, had this Princess Jing changed?

If it were in the past, Yin Weiyin might have been provoked by this, after all, this female crown's temperament was always fragile like glass.

Actually, thinking about it, she probably had been tormented by that person many times and was already used to the ups and downs.

Min Ning casually tossed the head onto the ground.

Lu Ying cautiously poked her head and compared it, finding it indeed very similar to the skeletal structure of the gray-robed Taoist, except that this head was full of sharp teeth, deeply plagued with corpse spots, and its hair was dry and wilted, having been turned into a corpse for a long time.

Moreover, the mist was much thinner than before.

Min Ning pulled out some water from her pocket and washed her hands, then flicked her hands dry,

"I encountered this thing on the road and slaughtered it on the fly." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Yin Weiyin calmly said: "Not bad."

Though she said this, which part of it was just "not bad"...

The female crown gave it a glance, performed a small divination, and knew that the demonized corpse's realm was extraordinary. If judged by martial arts, its physical body was nearly at the fifth-grade realm, and the depth of its demon aura could only be subdued by a perfect Core Formation Realm...

How did Min Ning become so strong?

Yin Weiyin quietly thought things were amiss, thinking that she had improved over the past half-year, only to compare now and find herself dwarfed.

If someday Min Ning overpowers Chen Yi and beats him to his knees, wouldn't she be barred from entering...

She might even have to ask Min Ning not to slay the red dragon...

......…

Chongyang Temple.

Every bone in his body felt as if it had been smashed to pieces, and moving any part of it produced a grinding creak, his breath tightened in his throat, his clothes were stuck with dried blood, indistinguishable whether it was his own or someone else's blood.

On the bed, Chen Yi suddenly opened his eyes, the afterimage of sword light seemed to rush toward him!

He instinctively lifted his hand to shield himself, only realizing halfway up.

It's over...

Chen Yi pressed his head and took a deep breath,

"Hiss."

He hissed softly, feeling a dull pain all over and weakly lowering his arm.

Scenes of knife and sword flashed, memories of not long ago surged in, the howling wind in the mountain roads of Jinmen, killing intent that raised goosebumps, as if it were tangible, turning into white lines. He couldn't tell which was the real sword light.

Just guessing.

The wind carried sand, and relying on instinct, he slashed down a sword, metal against stone burst into a spray of sparks, the surging Sword Intent crashing in, leaving Chen Yi's wrist trembling even now.

He still remembered the face of the Lonely Smoke Sword amidst the sand and wind.

It was a face grinning broadly, extremely thrilled...

The excitement of intersecting sword blades poured down like lightning.

"Different... it's different from my sword." Chen Yi murmured to himself.

"What's different?"

As the voice fell, Wei Wuque's figure walked in from outside the door.

Chen Yi pondered slightly, not rushing to reply.

Wei Wuque pulled a chair up to sit beside Chen Yi's bed, and said:

"I heard you fought with the Lonely Smoke Sword? Ended in a draw?"

"Barely a draw..." Chen Yi recalled the boundless Sword Intent of the Lonely Smoke Sword back then and said amusingly, "You call this a serious injury?"

Wei Wuque said: "This already counts as a serious injury."

Chen Yi fell silent.

Wei Wuque continued to gaze at the sickbed-bound Chen Yi and said: "I heard you said he... was having a lot of fun?"

Chen Yi's eyes slightly lowered and said: "He's very strong... and pure, even after I killed those Western Jin spies, he held no hatred. Before fighting me, he even coaxed a child, as if it was all a game during the duel."

Wei Wuque slowly said: "Perhaps he doesn't know what life and death fighting is."

"Doesn't know? Perhaps."

Chen Yi wasn't sure either, he only remembered how the Lonely Smoke Sword fought so joyfully.

At this time, Chen Yi recalled the random encounter on the streets of Shantong City before, maybe since then, he had keenly set his sights on him.

The long sword tapped and trembled, forming a wolfish stare of unimaginable intensity, seemingly close at hand.

After a long moment, Chen Yi came back to his senses and asked: "Where am I?"

"Chongyang Temple."

...In Chongyang Temple, Chen Yi suddenly remembered Yin Weiyin and Lu Ying would come today to seal the Sword Pool Secret Realm,

"Where are they?"

Wei Wuque pondered momentarily and replied: "On the Magic Platform, there suddenly descended a thunderbolt, and they suddenly disappeared. We've already sent people to look for them..."

...…

By early morning the next day, the ghostly mist enveloping the forest dissipated completely.

Although the sky still appeared dusky, with the mist gone, visibility in the dense forest suddenly improved, and Min Ning walked in all four directions—east, south, west, north—no longer feeling hindered as if walking in circles.

After packing up their camp, the group was set to continue along the mountain path.

Just as they set foot on the mountain path, a figure rushed toward them.

Upon closer look, it was none other than the gray-robed Taoist who claimed to be the Elder of Discipline.

He approached within several spans of the three, solemnly bowing deeply,

"My humble self thanks you for exorcising demons and upholding the way."