My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 731 - 467: Little Fox, Little Fox (Two in One)_2

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Yin Tingxue shook her head and corrected him: "The term is 'lingering ghost'."

Chen Yi was about to get angry. After half a year without seeing her, she hadn't grown taller, but her boldness had certainly grown. Realizing this, he paused in thought. If that were the case, then could she be…?

The answer seemed to hover just at the edge of awareness.

The night deepened. The stars seemed pulled closer by the drifting snow, dimly lit and hazy. It was as if the entirety of Yin Sword Mountain had stilled, waiting for the fateful words meant to be spoken at this moment.

Faraway mountains glimmered under layers of snow.

"I think I might like you a little…" It was as though she had heard the voice of Chen Yi's heart.

The light snow seemed to land softly upon his heart.

...

"Where's the head? Where did it go?"

"Can't find it, can't find it!"

The night had reached the fifth watch, just before the second rooster's crow. The head that had been placed on the Magic Platform disappeared without anyone noticing when. All anyone could recall was a fierce gust of wind sweeping past, causing the green streamers to flutter wildly. Everyone had rushed to chase the fleeting remnants of Chen Yi's soul, completely unaware of what had transpired.

An Kang's expression turned grave. He promptly ordered a coffin to be brought.

No sound came in response.

After a long wait, disciples of Yin Sword Mountain finally arrived carrying a coffin. They opened it, only to find it empty, with no trace of Chen Yi's body left inside.

The three souls of a person are tethered to their head. The body, separated from the head, was still being kept by Zhao Deshan and others. First, the head was needed to summon the soul. Second, there was concern that if the spirit reclaimed its complete body, it might wield a sword to break through and harm the people of Yin Sword Mountain.

It's gone...

How could it be gone?

He had been dead for less than three days—there hadn't been time for his corpse to transform into a zombie.

An Kang, the Master of White Jade, suddenly realized something was amiss and asked sharply: "Where did Wang Zheng Daoist go?"

Immediately, disciples rushed out to search. When they returned, however, they only brought back a letter:

"Yin Sword Mountain has been blessed by the immense power of heaven. Our Shenxiao Sect is as insignificant as fireflies compared to the sun and moon, utterly pale by comparison. Humiliated by our inadequacy, and sorrowful since the capture of Emperors Hui and Qin of the Song dynasty, our Shenxiao Sect has long tried to atone—for we feel our guilt to the Central Plains is no less than that of Qin Hui. Thus, we often send disciples down the mountain to slay demons and aid the people, in hopes of redemption. By the teachings of our ancestors, we question our hearts rigorously and do not seek worldly fame but remember our ancestral wrongs. Hence, we offer this accomplishment to Yin Sword Mountain to avoid adding further shame to our ancestors..."

Even the Master of White Jade, with her excellent cultivation in maintaining composure, felt her veins bulge in anger: "Even my ancestors have guilt? My surname is An, and my ancestor is An Lushan!"

After venting her anger, her mind gradually calmed like Heart Lake settling. The Master of White Jade folded her sleeves and paced twice on the Magic Platform.

Given the way these Shenxiao Daoists conduct themselves, this seemed less like an intentional trap and more like passing off a troublesome burden for her sect to handle. Furthermore, Yin Sword Mountain had no past enmity with Chen Yi. At worst, whatever trouble arose wouldn't threaten their foundations. The Master of White Jade made a quick calculation and let out a partial sigh of relief.

"Sect Leader... should we send more people to search?"

"No need..." An Kang paused before continuing: "Keep searching for another hour. If we can't find it before dawn, have everyone return."

"...This..."

"I understand your concerns. I will inform Master Tongxuan. If she detects infiltrators in the sect, she will certainly act to expel them."

With that, An Kang stepped off the Magic Platform. Her departure caused a strong gust of wind, and her figure streaked across the air like a white arc toward Cangwu Peak.

...

...

"Did you get rid of them?"

"They're gone."

The one-armed woman turned back and saw Chen Yi emerge from the shadows, rubbing his neck. Faint blood lines could be seen around his throat.

She sneered coldly: "Using such a method to infiltrate the mountain—you really are fearless."

Chen Yi had first faked his death by decapitation to use Shenxiao Sect's invitation to relay his intentions. As Yin Sword Mountain's attention shifted entirely to his soul, Zhou Yitang intervened to steal away his head and body, then pieced them back together.

Though the steps sounded simple when recounted, executing them was a different story. Each step had to be flawless—otherwise, he'd truly end up dead and this life would be over.

As for how he infiltrated the mountain in his previous life, it had been a slow, gradual process, taking at least six months lingering around the foot of the mountain. But Chen Yi couldn't afford to wait that long now.

Face-to-face with Zhou Yitang after so long, Chen Yi grinned slyly: "Isn't that why I have you, Master?"

Zhou Yitang sneered once more.

Chen Yi casually scanned his surroundings. He recognized the small building immediately—it was his residence in his past life. Observing the furnishings, everything matched his past memories precisely, aside from their positions. He quickly understood Zhou Yitang's intentions in arranging for Yin Tingxue to stay here.

Before Chen Yi could turn his face, the one-armed woman turned halfway away, predicting his movement: "I'm leaving."

As she completed the motion, Chen Yi grabbed her hand.

Was he trying to confront her?

Zhou Yitang's cold eyes narrowed slightly, as if already prepared.

Chen Yi winked at her and said in a low voice, "Don't you owe me something?"

Suspicion flashed across Zhou Yitang's face until Chen Yi's gaze flicked pointedly toward her lips. Realization dawned on her.

"We had an agreement: If I sent Lu Ying, the protector, to Shantong City, you'd kiss me." Chen Yi shamelessly reminded her.

The one-armed woman rarely went back on her word. Remembering this, she wouldn't reject him outright, yet the memory of how Chen Yi had held Min Ning before and treated her so tenderly made her expression grow colder.

"Lu Ying did not truly gain fortune or insight," Zhou Yitang said flatly. "You contributed nothing."

"Nothing?"

Chen Yi didn't get angry, nor did he let go of her hand. Instead, he cupped his face and slumped onto the ground with a long sigh.

"I'm suffering…"

"This world lacks loyalty…"

"A master betraying her disciple, truly pitiful…"

Zhou Yitang: "..."

Chen Yi's dramatic antics always left her, the master, at a loss. At this moment, she stood firmly without moving or reacting.

"The tea is ready."

Through a screen divider, Yin Tingxue's report about tea came softly.

"You go."

Zhou Yitang found a convenient point to exit the conversation:

"I have other matters to attend to. We'll discuss this in a few days."

Chen Yi didn't press further. He dusted himself off, stood up, and smiled: "Then, let's talk in a few days."

Zhou Yitang nodded slightly and turned to leave, pushing open the door as she exited.

For some reason, Chen Yi couldn't shake the feeling that the one-armed woman's gaze before she departed was particularly complex.

Was it because she suspected his desire to confront her and press for answers? Chen Yi thought to himself. Though he had been insistent in his tone about confronting her, couples never held grudges overnight, and Zhou Yitang had helped him significantly. Ultimately, it was better to settle things amicably.

With this in mind, he set aside his thoughts and turned toward the screen.

When Yin Tingxue saw only him come forward, she couldn't help but ask aloud: "Master Zhou isn't staying for tea?"

"No, she's not."

Chen Yi picked up a tea bowl and savored it slowly. The flavor of different teas varied, yet the warmth lingering in his palm felt always familiar.

The tea went down in silence.

Each time the bowl was empty, Yin Tingxue diligently refilled it, bowl after bowl. With no words exchanged, Chen Yi had already finished six bowls. As the maiden reached to pour another, Chen Yi lifted a hand to stop her, his gaze purposeful.

"It's getting late."

The second rooster's crow had just echoed; it was nearly dawn.

It was all too familiar—Yin Tingxue could easily guess his intention. Her naturally obedient temperament surfaced, yet this time she shook her head.

"Not tonight."

Chen Yi's gaze darkened slightly.

Normally, Yin Tingxue couldn't withstand such a piercing look from him. However, with her eyes downcast, she summoned her courage: "I have many things I want to say to you."

Chen Yi was taken aback. Did she want to have a long conversation?

Yin Tingxue was truly different from Yin Weiyin. She had no interest in such matters. Having not seen her in so long, Chen Yi's heart nearly ached with longing, and his voice softened: "Then… let's go to bed first. I'll hold you, and you can talk slowly."

"...Not that," Yin Tingxue whispered.

"Do I look like that kind of person?"

Chen Yi finished his tea, stood up, and returned to the bedroom.

Yin Tingxue smiled faintly, tidying up the table of tea bowls. After washing them carefully, she tiptoed into the room.

Suddenly, he caught her in one swift move, pulling her onto the bed.

"Ah! You promised not to!"

"Not means not, but I didn't say you'd keep your clothes on."

"Don't—don't pull my clothes! Don't be so wicked, please?"

"Fine, fine, I won't touch you anymore, okay?" Chen Yi kissed the back of her neck gently, and the maiden quivered slightly. "I missed you… I truly missed you."

"Mm…"

Yin Tingxue murmured softly. As Zhou Yitang's cold face flashed across her mind, she said:

"Don't overthink. The second thing is, just miss me instead…"