My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 738 - 470: If It’s the Northern Dynasty, Then Be It (Combined - )_3

However, in the final moment, Lu Ying's mental state unraveled completely, rendering most of his efforts futile.

Zhou Yitang's gaze was cold as she first addressed Lu Ying, "You should go back and rest."

"…Understood…"

Lu Ying took three steps, turning back each time to glance over, his heart in turmoil, finding it incomprehensible—Yin Sword Mountain… Yin Sword Mountain was a sect for female cultivators!

Within the school, Yin Tingxue was also looking in that direction. Shocked, an ominous feeling began to take root in her heart.

A cold wind swept past.

Among the swaying shadows of the trees, Zhou Yitang landed lightly before the culprit in one fluid step.

The one-armed woman stared at the grotesque pig-faced mask. While it was laughably absurd, not even a trace of a smile appeared on her face.

"Take it off."

Chen Yi gave her a smile, one tinged with appeasement, his eyes showing not the slightest hint of retreat. "Is it not pleasing to the eye?"

With her cold gaze slightly narrowing, Zhou Yitang unleashed a piercing burst of Sword Qi with a single finger. In an instant, the mask on Chen Yi's face split in two, leaving a trail of fresh blood dripping from the center of his brow.

Eyes locked on each other, Chen Yi remained silent for a moment before speaking, "I told you, she isn't happy like this. I want her to live a happier life."

Zhou Yitang laughed, a laugh that seemed to make the atmosphere even colder.

Chen Yi appeared accustomed to this laugh of hers. In their past life, whenever their disagreements reached breaking points, she laughed in just this way—cold enough to chill one's very bones.

"She's my disciple, your elder sister in the sect." Zhou Yitang enunciated each word with icy precision.

Chen Yi's lips trembled, but for a while, no words came out.

"What? Lost your tongue?" the one-armed woman mocked.

Chen Yi gazed at this wife of two lifetimes. Even after all this time, the unspoken divide between them persisted. In their past, the disparity between them had been so vast it seemed insignificant—but now, as they stood nearly equal in strength, that divide felt unyielding and stark.

"You remind me… of how you were just before you fell into madness," Chen Yi softened his voice.

If not for Zhou Yitang succumbing to madness back then, he wouldn't have seized the opportunity.

Raising the tip of her sword, Zhou Yitang retorted sharply, as if pressing on a fresh wound, "So what if I do? Are you planning to repeat the past?"

Chen Yi drew in a breath.

Again—it was always this way with her.

This woman was far too much like him, incessantly fixated on past grievances but even more stubborn than he was. He could come to terms with hatred merely as a form of desire, yet she refused to treat their history like passing clouds.

Between them, an unspoken fury surged. Their restrained Sword Qi swirled intensely, teetering on the edge of eruption.

Yin Tingxue realized she could no longer wait.

At that moment, a figure dashed out from among the grass and trees.

Yin Tingxue, who had been observing everything from beside the school, glanced this way and that, realizing the situation had turned dire.

Neither had noticed her presence—it seemed they might actually fight...

She suddenly shouted at the top of her lungs,

"I don't want to study anymore!"

Their bubbling anger was abruptly interrupted by her unexpected remark, and both turned their gazes toward her.

Zhou Yitang, still simmering with rage, asked, "What's this got to do with you? You don't want to study, then what do you want?"

Yin Tingxue didn't want to watch them quarrel, nor did she know how to dissipate their fiery conflict. Thinking quickly, she blurted out, "I want to go to the Northern Dynasty…"

As the words fell into their ears,

Chen Yi was visibly caught off guard.

The one-armed woman stiffened briefly before snapping her head up, her tone icy. "Look at what nonsense you've been teaching her day and night! Now she dares utter such absurdities in front of me."

With that, she swiftly turned and left.

Chen Yi reached out to grab her but only caught air, his face flushing red. For a moment, even his anger dissipated entirely, leaving him with nothing but a bitter smile of helplessness.

After seeing the one-armed woman leave, Yin Tingxue silently let out a breath of relief. Luckily, she'd reacted quickly and recalled the nonsensical words Chen Yi had said to her the previous night.

Chen Yi composed himself, then turned to face Yin Tingxue. His face was teasing as he said, "So, you want to go to the Northern Dynasty, huh?"

"I…" Yin Tingxue, who had just managed to relax, shrank back half a step. The matter of the bedchamber was something she was adamantly against—but if it wasn't for trying to stop their argument, she wouldn't have dragged herself into trouble.

Still, the little fox didn't regret it, nor did she shake her head in denial. Instead, she obediently replied, "Mm… As long as you don't fight with Master Zhou, that'll be fine."

If the two of them could always live in harmony,

Then the Northern Dynasty could be our destination…