My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 677 - 445: Min Ning Shows You Personally (Two in One)

The night was tranquil, heavy clouds pressed low in the sky, faintly rumbling as if a storm was brewing. Chen Yi, however, felt an inexplicable clarity in his heart. A soft breeze rustled through the forest, and as fallen leaves floated weightlessly to the ground, he inexplicably wondered what kind of resolute yet melancholy expression Min Ning had when she occasionally thought of him.

Chen Yi groped absentmindedly at his waist and shook himself back to alertness, only for his hand to tremble slightly, spilling half a bowl of wine.

Min Ning looked visibly disheartened and scolded, "This wine is so rare—just three jars. I had to teach someone a blade technique to get just one of them." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Chen Yi snapped out of his thoughts and replied, "That's a shame, though I don't really understand wine anyway."

He was always somewhat clueless about tea and alcohol.

Yin Weiyin, overhearing Min Ning's scolding, was plainly displeased.

In her mind flitted the memory of Chen Yi saying, "I miss you very much." While similar sweet words had been spoken by him before, the sentence he said to Min Ning always seemed far more poignant to the female crown, outweighing ten others said to her.

Yin Weiyin remarked coldly, "I wouldn't have thought you, Min Yuechi, to be so miserly."

Min Ning, annoyed by the criticism, retorted:

"You couldn't possibly understand how precious this wine is. Thirty years ago, Baiweng Manor brewed eighty-one jars in their cellars. Those that were uncorked were shared or gifted, and only three remain sealed after three decades. How many thirty years do we have in a lifetime?"

Yin Weiyin responded calmly, "For us Taoists, whether thirty-year-old wine or even three-hundred-year-old wine, there's no room for stinginess when the mood strikes."

Min Ning raised an eyebrow and said, "If you had three-hundred-year-old wine, what would it have to do with me?"

Across the flickering firelight, their gazes locked onto each other, neither willing to back down.

Their argument reached an impasse. Min Ning suddenly turned toward Chen Yi and asked:

"Chen Zunming, am I being stingy?"

Chen Yi pondered for a moment and was just about to deny it.

Yin Weiyin abruptly turned her face toward him and asked in a soft, lilting tone:

"Husband, is she really not stingy?"

Chen Yi froze, his expression stiff for a moment.

The entangled history between them—how could Chen Yi not understand? Overwhelmed by the joy of their reunion, he'd momentarily forgotten that the two of them had always been at odds.

After a long pause, Chen Yi replied softly, "Not stingy, not stingy."

Yin Weiyin arched her eyebrow, her calm tone tinged with a hint of grievance as she said, "So then I'm the stingy one?"

Chen Yi quickly took a sip of wine, lowered his head, and said, "Not stingy either, not stingy either."

In the past, it wouldn't have mattered; at worst, he'd have to appease Yin Weiyin. But now that they were married and deeply affectionate, Chen Yi couldn't risk letting her lose face. All he could do was balance things evenly.

Both women fixed their eyes on him, clearly dissatisfied with his diplomatic response of "neither of you being stingy."

Chen Yi had expected this reaction. With a sigh, he said helplessly:

"Fine, I'm the one with the smallest heart and the king of fence-sitters. Whether it's thirty-year-old wine or three-hundred-year-old wine, I'll drink it."

His unexpectedly self-deprecating tone drew a sharp glare from both women, yet somehow this shared reaction created a fleeting sense of camaraderie between them.

Chen Yi downed his drink in one gulp, glanced at the female crown, and, with a bold smile, said, "Yin Luanhuang, let me taste what three-hundred-year-old wine is like."

Yin Weiyin was slightly displeased. Why wouldn't he call her "wife" in front of Min Ning?

With a cold snort, she waved her sleeve and said:

"Then let me show you."

As she spoke, the female crown retrieved a golden-purple Yunlu gourd from Square Land. With a flick of her finger, the gourd's mouth opened. Tilting her head, she looked upward to see the clouds parting in the sky, revealing a hint of dazzling silver moonlight. The radiance shimmered like water as it flowed downward, gradually pouring into the gourd.

She held up the wine bowl in her hand and tipped the gourd.

The crystalline moonlight poured into the bowl, rendering it even more luminous and translucent, exuding an ethereal, immortal air.

"Five centuries of spring and autumn at Chongyang Sword Pond,"

Yin Weiyin paired her words with a graceful push of the wine bowl toward him.

"Tonight, I brew wine from the moon. What do you think?"

Min Ning, struck by this fantastical and breathtaking spectacle, froze for a moment in astonishment.

Inside, the female crown was smugly triumphant.

Chen Yi received the wine bowl, lowered his head, and gazed at the contents. The porcelain bowl held what seemed to be divine dew from the skies, silvery-white and radiant. As the clouds once again folded over, dimming the heavens, what he held in his hands was the sole glimmer of fragmented moonlight.

A gentle breeze brushed past, with an enchanting companion by his side.

Chen Yi took a light sip of the moonlight-infused wine. The one-of-a-kind flavor flowed across his tongue and into his throat, spreading a sense of serene purity through his chest, accompanied by a faint aroma of alcohol. Even someone as unfamiliar with wine as he couldn't help but be utterly captivated.

As his lips left the rim of the bowl, Chen Yi stood stunned for a moment.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the female crown slightly raising her delicate nose.

Min Ning noticed Chen Yi's expression and, growing curious about the wine, reached over the campfire without hesitation, snatched his wine bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

Strangely enough, although the wine was imbued with moonlight, by the time it touched Min Ning's lips, it had reverted to ordinary liquor.

Raising her gaze, Min Ning saw Yin Weiyin forming a series of hand seals, drawing threads of moonlight back into the gourd. It turned out the spell had been dispelled.

Min Ning wiped the wine from her lips and said, "You're so stingy."

Yin Weiyin gave a cold snort and replied, "Taking without asking—what kind of heroine does that make you?"

Min Ning chuckled and said, "I've never met an immortal as petty as you."

"Well, you're fortunate enough to meet one today," Yin Weiyin shot back.

Seeing the two about to argue again, Chen Yi felt a headache coming on.

He gave a light cough and deliberately shifted the subject:

"What's happened over the past few days? Speaking of which, Yue Chi, how did you end up here, and how did you and Luanhuang cross paths?"

As his questions landed, Min Ning finally gathered her thoughts. None of them had explained the sequence of events leading to this point to Chen Yi.

Immersed in the joy of reunion, they had inadvertently forgotten to ask each other about their journeys.

No longer deflecting, Min Ning began recounting the recent events, skipping over trivial quarrels and focusing on the key points. The female crown occasionally chimed in with supplements, while Chen Yi listened quietly. Once Min Ning finished, he identified a few points of confusion to clarify. Only after all was explained did the full story emerge.