My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 45 - 34: Yin Weiyin’s Defense Breakthrough

"I’m sorry,

Actually... my name is Chen Yi."

Yin Weiyin’s almond-shaped eyes widened, her face filled with confusion, bewilderment, and disbelief.

Chen Yi caught her expression in its entirety.

From their earlier interaction, he had already deduced that Yin Weiyin must be of imperial descent. Coupled with her remark, "You should follow me to Taihua Mountain for cultivation," he immediately realized who she really was—this generation’s Taichua Goddess.

The Taichua Goddess... If memory served him right, in *Heavenly Realm*, this generation’s Taichua Goddess was essentially a background character, only briefly mentioned in passing. Later, after his first playthrough left him craving more, he had accidentally discovered her existence in some leftover game files.

It was then that he learned the Taichua Goddess was originally intended to be one of the heroines. However, for reasons unknown, she was scrapped from the final version of *Heavenly Realm* and became a discarded plotline.

Though discarded, there were still traces of her in the game’s files. The Taichua Mountain’s Goddess lineage was steeped in history, inheriting a method of ascension dating back to ancient times. The brilliance of it lay in the union of the golden boy and jade girl, where they gained enlightenment of unfeeling from feeling, thereby transcending mortal emotions and ascending to godhood.

Facing such a figure of profound background, it was impossible to keep the truth hidden from her forever. If she truly wanted to investigate, she would undoubtedly discover that he was not Min Ning at all.

Rather than passively waiting for exposure, he might as well seize the initiative now.

Chen Yi continued,

"West Factory Thousand Household, Chen Yi, also known as Chen Zunming."

This time, even Yin Weiyin’s pupils trembled slightly.

That West Factory Thousand Household?!

The one her father sought to kill?

"How... how could it be you?"

Yin Weiyin stammered, her voice full of astonishment. She then twisted her head to look at Min Ning,

"Is he Min Ning? No wonder, no wonder... his connection to the Dao runs so deep—both dragon and phoenix in one!"

Min Ning crossed her arms over her chest, casting an unhappy glance at Yin Weiyin as she replied,

"That would be me, Min Ning, styled Yue Chi."

She did not like the woman before her.

Yin Weiyin felt a tingling numbness course through her body. Looking back and forth between Chen Yi and Min Ning, she realized she had been thoroughly played. Even with her practiced composure, her face burned alternating shades of green and red. She then recalled seeing Chen Yi demonstrate Heavenly Vision earlier; her heartstrings trembled, making her even more flustered and humiliated.

This was the most disgraceful day of her life.

Chen Yi, however, seemed oblivious, grinning as he asked,

"What’s wrong? Is Immortal Yin still thinking of taking me as your Dao companion?"

Yin Weiyin’s ears flushed bright red as she turned and glared angrily at Chen Yi,

"How dare you... You insolent scoundrel, how dare you?! You insult the Taoist path, speak heresies, harbor duplicity, and corrupt the true heart. Such a sinner deserves a thousand deaths!"

Listening to her scolding, Chen Yi couldn’t help but laugh. This Taichua Goddess probably didn’t know how to curse properly—her insults were ornate, steeped in scripture from the *Taoist Canon*, rather than overtly cutting.

"Oh, you’re flustered now. Funny, why weren’t you this flustered back in Baihua Building?"

Chen Yi teased without fear of consequence.

Her fury only intensified as she stomped her foot, searching desperately for harsher words. Finally, she blurted out,

"Wicked men do not believe in Taoist skills; when they hear of it, they mock it. Thirty thousand ghost warriors will slaughter such people! Wicked men scorn the Tao; Heaven sends plague spirits to strike them with seventy-two diseases, killing every last one..."

The more she lashed out, the more amused Chen Yi became. The harder he laughed, the more enraged she grew, her Heart Lake surging like tumultuous waves. Furious to the point of action, she raised her Peach Wood Sword and thrust it at him.

Before Chen Yi could react, Min Ning stepped forward and swiftly seized Yin Weiyin’s wrist, twisting it forcefully. Yin Weiyin let out a yelp of pain, dropping the Peach Wood Sword to the ground.

Chen Yi, witnessing the scene, felt it a pity. Then again, he reasoned, Min Ning was posing as a man and naturally lacked a gentleman’s sense of tenderness toward women.

Yin Weiyin turned to glare at Min Ning, then cast a venomous glance at Chen Yi.

[Negative Emotion: 90]

[Yin Weiyin’s negative emotions award five years of True Qi.]

"Tsk, tsk, looks like her defenses have truly collapsed."

Chen Yi picked up the Peach Wood Sword from the ground and remarked tauntingly,

"It’s one thing to curse, but resorting to swords and blades isn’t proper. Besides, a mere Peach Wood Sword can repel ghosts but won’t kill humans."

Yin Weiyin glared at Chen Yi and coldly huffed,

"I, Yin Weiyin, distinguish between gratitude and grievance and adhere strictly to Laozi’s Five Precepts. I won’t kill, only teach arrogant men like you a lesson."

Chen Yi tossed the Peach Wood Sword from his left hand to his right and back again,

"Drawing a weapon—who’ll believe you didn’t mean to kill? Besides, haven’t we shared some good moments together? Look, I just saved your life moments ago, didn’t I?"

Hearing this, Yin Weiyin felt a pang of guilt but quickly grew indignant again upon seeing him casually fiddling with her treasured sword.

"Good moments? That goodwill is long gone. The moment you deceived me, you committed the sin of insolence."

Chen Yi stopped toying with the sword, seemingly struck in thought. Then he asked,

"When you saw her earlier, why did you say ’what a pity’?"

Yin Weiyin glanced at Min Ning and, without thinking, blurted out,

"I thought he was you..."

Immediately, she realized she had misspoken.

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes as he assessed this white-clad female Taoist,

"The fifth of Laozi’s Five Precepts—no false speech. Seems like you know something. Considering I just saved your life, why not share?"

Yin Weiyin bit her lip and shook her head.

Even if Chen Yi hadn’t lied to her, she had no intention of saving him from her father’s clutches. Moreover, after how he’d just treated her, she wished nothing more than to see him dismembered limb by limb.

Chen Yi turned his gaze toward Min Ning and softly commanded,

"Undress her."

Yin Weiyin instantly froze in shock, her eyes snapping toward Min Ning.

Min Ning frowned in clear displeasure at the order.

"Be good,"

Chen Yi coaxed with a smile.

Min Ning shivered in disgust, casting a glare at him before swiftly tapping Yin Weiyin’s acupoints to immobilize her, then went to untie the belt of her Taoist robe.

Yin Weiyin’s chest heaved in panic, her face flushed bright red as if it were about to drip blood. Her lips trembled, on the verge of being bitten through. She was utterly mortified by the scene before her—her father’s enemy about to undress her, aided no less by Min Ning, the prophetic golden boy who was destined to be her future Dao companion!

"I am the daughter of Prince Jing—you audacious scoundrels! Shameless fiends, shameless... Stop, stop! My inner garments will show; tie it back, tie it back!"

As the belt came undone and her robe slackened, Yin Weiyin felt as though she might break apart. Despairing, she finally shouted,

Chen Yi’s bold gaze roved over her white inner garments, noting the sharp rise and fall of her chest. His mind measured against his hand—neither too big nor too small, likely a perfect fit in his palm.

The thought of a white-clad Taoist nun, known for transcending mortal emotions...

How much pleasure would there be in corrupting her, he wondered?

"Stop! Stop... I’ll talk, I’ll talk! Say something, will you? Say something!"

Min Ning’s movements continued, while Yin Weiyin, under Chen Yi’s intimidating scrutiny, broke down and cried out in panic.

Chen Yi gestured for Min Ning to halt, who then released her acupoints.

Yin Weiyin hastily pulled her robe together, her voice trembling as she muttered,

"Monastics don’t tell lies, but that doesn’t mean I’ll say everything. I’ll tell you some things—you can listen, but don’t ask further questions."

Chen Yi nodded, handing her back the Peach Wood Sword.

Yin Weiyin refastened her belt and gradually calmed herself, regaining her usual serene demeanor as she said,

"I’ve heard... Prince Jing’s household plans to kill you during Demon Extermination Day."

Hearing this, Chen Yi’s brows furrowed slightly.

It wasn’t surprising that the Prince Jing Household wanted him dead, but planning to strike on Demon Extermination Day was certainly significant.

That said, for her to know about this, given that she was the daughter of Prince Jing...

Chen Yi’s gaze turned icy sharp.

Yin Weiyin paled further but steadied herself, saying calmly,

"I have no part in this matter."

Chen Yi’s gaze softened slightly. For the devout, strict adherence to precepts was often treated as a sacred duty—more so for someone like Yin Weiyin, the Taichua Goddess.

"In that case..."

Chen Yi was about to tease her further when his words caught in his throat. A surge of killing intent emanated from the alleyway. He turned his head toward the dimly lit street.

A swordsman with a blade propped on his shoulder and a lantern in hand was approaching step by step.

"Huang Liuqing, eighth-generation disciple of the White Willow Sect from Southern Mountain State."

In the world of martial arts, self-introduction meant one of two things—

alliance or murder!