My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 38 - 28 Blessings of Infinite Heavenly Venerable

Prince Mansion.

Councilor Xu’s face was gloomy as he stood with his hands behind his back.

Another councilor, Huang Qing, squinted his eyes slightly, tapping the desk with his fingertips from time to time.

"Who took it upon themselves to rashly attack and kill a legitimate fifth-grade household master?"

Councilor Xu’s tone was icy, carrying a hint of chill.

Prince Jin pressed his hands on his knees, his spirits lifted as Councilor Xu spoke.

The several officers kneeling on the ground trembled even more.

"Councilor, it was my decision."

Prince Jin hesitated before slowly speaking.

Councilor Xu turned his head to look directly at Prince Jin, emphasizing his words:

"Your Highness, that was reckless!"

Prince Jin was taken aback by these blunt words, his expression complex for a moment.

After a brief pause, he explained:

"That West Factory household master belongs to the Lin Party. If we allow him to take charge of the Eastern Factory, I’m afraid the Eastern Factory will fall into the hands of the Lin Party again, and our years of efforts will be destroyed overnight.

Once he’s dead, Song Tong can temporarily take the position of overseer. He’s unaffiliated, making him the best choice and also facilitating our efforts to win over the Directorate of Ceremonial ladies."

Far from appeasing Councilor Xu, Prince Jin’s words only darkened his expression further.

His veins bulged, and he said bluntly:

"But what if the attempted assassination fails, Your Highness? Have you thought about the consequences of failing to kill him?"

Facing such questioning, Prince Jin retorted discontentedly:

"So what if it fails? Could a mere West Factory household master overturn the sky?"

With a sudden slap on the table, Councilor Xu exclaimed:

"We are not the sky!

In this world, only His Majesty is the sky, and only the Empress Dowager is the celestial mother!"

At these words, the hall seemed to shudder, instantly falling into a deathly silence.

After a long moment, Huang Qing, who had been pondering silently, finally spoke.

"The situation is what it is, and all we can do now is clean up the mess."

Calmly, Huang Qing continued:

"Do it decisively and eliminate him."

Hearing this, Prince Jin was invigorated, raising an eyebrow and asking:

"Send a...fifth-grade martial artist?"

Councilor Xu hesitated, wanting to speak but suppressing his words.

Huang Qing glanced at Prince Jin, slightly amused, and said:

"Your Highness, if the Prince Mansion were to take repeated action at such a time, do you not think the Empress Dowager might have something to say? Not to mention your considerations for the Grandmaster within the palace.

All the experts of fifth grade and above in the Capital City are registered in the Directorate of Astronomy, tracked by a drop of blood, leaving no room for reckless actions."

Prince Jin’s expression grew more complex as he asked in return:

"Does that mean we just sit back and watch him take charge of the Eastern Factory?"

Huang Qing shook his head, speaking gently:

"Has Your Highness forgotten about the Praying Place?"

Upon hearing this, a flash of delight passed through Prince Jin’s eyes,

"Demon Extermination Day, night walkers of spirits and demons."

Shangqing Taoists and Yin Sword Mountain are about to jointly establish a Praying Place.

The Praying Place will last for several days, and during these days, the daytime will be no different from normal, but at night, it becomes the World of Darkness, where evil spirits roam, bridging the gap between the living and the dead, walking among the human realm. Once night falls, a strict curfew will be enforced throughout the Capital City, and everyone must stay indoors, lest vengeful spirits come knocking and claim lives.

Shangqing Taoists and Yin Sword Mountain will summon divine generals and ghost soldiers, moving through the Capital City to eradicate demons and exorcise evil, cleansing filth and blessing Great Yu.

"Once the Praying Place begins, with demons and monsters prowling, at that time, the death of a West Factory household master cannot be traced back to us. Let Huang Liuqing do it, just like Xue Youge, both are fifth-grade martial artists."

Huang Qing’s tone was indifferent, as if discussing something unrelated.

Prince Jin nodded slightly, just about to rise, when suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the hall and a figure dressed in fiery-patterned green attire slowly walked in. Despite just reaching the age to leave the pavilion, she already exuded unparalleled elegance. Her eyes were bright, with a reserved arrogance, vibrant and lively, with a Taoist’s moon-bound crown on her head and a peach wood sword at her waist, the sword’s hilt adorned with golden threads.

Seeing the woman’s figure, Prince Jin frowned slightly in distress, subconsciously sensing something amiss.

"Father, two councilors, who are you discussing?"

The Princess, showing keen interest, asked,

"This person seems to be worth such wariness, to be killed at the Praying Place."

Prince Jin cleared his throat, speaking sternly:

"Wei Ying, this matter does not allow for any foolishness from you."

Yin Weiyin smiled softly, speaking lightly:

"Father, I just don’t want you to add more to your tally of murder.

The Great Sage once said: ’Harboring a nature to kill makes evil energy attack the liver, the liver’s energy becomes fierce, eventually bringing disaster upon oneself, thus it is harmful.’

Councilor Huang stood up and smiled wryly at the Princess:

"Your Highness is someone cultivating Taoism, Taixu Jade Girl, but unfortunately, we mundane scholars moving within the court must inevitably commit murder."

Yin Weiyin did not respond directly but instead asked:

"By the way, what is the name and surname of this West Factory household master you are talking about, who is set to take over the Eastern Factory?"

Prince Jin did not want his only daughter involved in this matter and promptly replied:

"His surname and name don’t concern you; he’s just a dead man anyway."

Yin Weiyin wasn’t perturbed. Seeing her father losing patience, she directly stated her purpose:

"Father, I didn’t intend to get involved in this matter, but there’s someone in the Eastern Factory I care a lot about.

It’s the one mentioned in the prophecy, Min Ning Min Yuechi.

Although I’ve never seen him, he has a deep Taoist connection, part dragon, part phoenix. If I take him up the mountain to practice Taoism, he could become a Taixu Golden Boy."

A golden boy holding a purple herb, with a jade girl offering a green lotus.

The Central Plains is vast, with countless Taoist sects, but how many truly have the methods to attain golden immortality? Very few, countable on fingers. Taihua Mountain is one of these.

Yin Weiyin is not only the Princess but also the Taixu Jade Girl of Taihua Mountain. The ancient saying goes: ’The jade girl of Taihua calls upon the Fuxi concubine of Luo River,’ and every cycle of sixty years, Taihua Mountain holds a ceremony to select a new jade girl by divine selection. The chosen jade girl picks a golden boy, and together they ascend the mountain to practice Taoism, achieving the ultimate goal of flying to immortality and everlasting life.

After hearing his daughter’s words, Prince Jin bowed his head in thought, and after a lengthy pause, he sighed and said:

"If you insist, both councilors have heard it: during the Praying Place, kill that West Factory household master, but take care not to harm the Min lineage descendants."

Yin Weiyin lowered her head, her sleek hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, as she softly chanted:

"Blessings of Infinite Heavenly Venerable, unimaginable merit."

.........

The next morning dawned.

Outside the Donghua Gate, at the Min residence.

Min Ning gazed at the "Cangshan Fist" on the desk, her eyes clouded.

Last night when she returned home, she found this fist manual slipped into the door crevice.

Opening the manual, she found a note tucked under the cover.

[No need for repayment, just returning it to its rightful owner.]

Staring at the manual, Min Ning remained silent.

She didn’t expect that Chen Yi would do something like this...

Instantly, she recalled the infant tower and all the past events. The worst thing he did was merely threaten her sister. She knew he had desires for her sister, she could tell, but in the end, didn’t he do nothing?

Previously, when she fell into his hands, he neither killed nor harmed her, and that night when her sister was under his control, she said he only kissed her once, even though he obviously could have done something.

This person...it seems like he’s always compelling himself to do bad things, yet does he still have some...goodness left in him?

After a long time, she took a deep breath, put away the manual, then changed into official robes, striding towards the Eastern Factory.

.........

When Yin Tingxue woke up, Chen Yi had already left.

She casually donned the clothes he had left on the bed and noticed a slight red on the pant legs, vague memories of menstruating today surfacing. The thought of having to wash these stained clothes for him made her clench her fists in shame and anger.

After sorting her emotions and briefly washing up, Yin Tingxue leafed through the supernatural novels Chen Yi had bought. She rarely read such books before as they were considered miscellaneous and unsuitable for her as the daughter of a prince, usually only circulating among servants. Her maidservants would never risk exposing them to her.

The books she used to read were mostly the Four Books and Five Classics, and because of her mother, she read a lot of Buddhist scriptures, often retreating to Yintai Temple for meditation. She wondered how Silver Terrace Temple was doing now, her thoughts drifting.

She really wanted to go back. Though it hadn’t been many days since she left, she truly wished to return. Her mother often joked that she was the daughter of Yintai Temple, found and brought back.

She was indeed the daughter of Yintai Temple.

But how could she go back now?

Immediately, she thought of Chen Yi.

Perhaps... she could ask him... after all, since she was ill, if she played weak, maybe then...

Thoughts hadn’t even completed a full circle when she recalled that annoying face, and Yin Tingxue snorted coldly.

She muttered:

"I won’t ask, absolutely won’t ask him!"

If she did, she’d be giving him leverage over her.

If he wanted to humiliate her, he’d constantly bring up Yintai Temple.

She feared dependence on begging him to live in the future...

Her thoughts shifted back and forth, thinking of the Yintai Temple beneath the vast snow, contemplating again,

Really... not going to ask?

But now... who else could she rely on except him?

Thinking of relying on begging him in the future to live,

Yin Tingxue became distressed, silently gazing out the window.

............

The following afternoon, after officially taking over the overseer’s position, Chen Yi slowly walked to the Eastern Factory.

As soon as he stepped in, he felt the curious and timid glances from the Eastern Factory members.

Yesterday’s incident had already spread through the Eastern Factory, even possibly reaching the West Factory, the Imperial Guards, and even the streets, with rumors about this person killing more than ten Imperial Guards before taking up the position.

"This new overseer... fought against fifteen people, leaving only five alive, and one was severely injured, unable to serve for life. No wonder he could become an acting overseer."

"He’s here, keep your voice down, else if we show we don’t welcome him, he might find a chance to chop off our heads, and that would be the end."

"I don’t think it’s true. The day the Eastern Factory was attacked, he spoke up for Supervisor Xue, so he doesn’t seem like that kind of person."

A murmur spread through the point-checking yard, but Chen Yi remained unperturbed, undisturbed by the words.

He walked briskly toward the main hall, speaking directly:

"Call two recorders and go to the document room, check the files inside. Show me any related to the Prince Mansion."

After last night, Chen Yi had secretly made up his mind.

Since the Ding’an faction wanted him dead, naturally, he couldn’t let them off easily either.

You Ding’an faction boast of being avant-garde, claim not to collude with the Lin faction?

How many truly clean officials are there, really?

Originally, I only aimed to trap the Lin faction,

Now, I’ll drag you, Ding’an faction, down too.

Since the Praying Place is about to begin, having long decided to perfectly clear the scenario, Chen Yi started scheming to eliminate both the Lin and Ding’an factions.