My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 47 - 36: The Disciples Who Deceived Their Master and Destroyed Their Ancestry

Chapter 47: Chapter 36: The Disciples Who Deceived Their Master and Destroyed Their Ancestry

Inside Fengluan Palace, a woman in gold-thread embroidered inner garments received an urgent message from the Imperial Astronomy Bureau. Her brows furrowed as she called for the palace maid to dress her in everyday attire.

The nameless elderly maid walked briskly through the palace and directly entered the Empress Dowager’s sleeping quarters. By then, the palace maids had already finished assisting the Empress Dowager in changing her clothes.

"Momo, have you heard the news?"

The Empress Dowager asked.

"Your Majesty, chaos has broken out in many places in the capital. Fortunately, the Imperial Astronomy Bureau detected it in time, and several Qi Refinement practitioners have already set out to cleanse the streets and alleyways,"

the elderly maid reported.

"How could Demon Extermination Day have arrived early... it’s always on the thirtieth of August,"

The Empress Dowager murmured softly to herself:

"And it arrived so abruptly, without anyone noticing beforehand."

The elderly maid promptly asked:

"Your Majesty suspects... there is more to this matter?"

The Empress Dowager smiled and said:

"Anyone would suspect it. This matter not only requires the investigation of the Imperial Astronomy Bureau but also the involvement of both the Eastern and Western Factories. Come, draft an edict and prepare the carriage to visit the Imperial Astronomy Bureau."

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

Chen Yi raced through the night.

Earlier, he had fought against Huang Liuqing, a duel that lasted about half a stick of incense.

This brief time was sufficient for Min Ning to distance herself with Yin Weiyin.

Huang Liuqing possessed blade techniques but lacked finesse in movement, and his Qinggong was mediocre. As long as Chen Yi pushed his limits, he could outrun him right from the start. Engaging in a skirmish was merely to buy time for Min Ning and her companion.

This time should allow the two women to reach the vicinity of Donghua Gate. The Prince Mansion would not dare to kill someone outside Donghua Gate.

Choosing Demon Extermination Day to send people to ambush and kill him was an attempt to exploit the chaos and have him die inexplicably, obscuring the truth behind their actions.

Yet killing outside Donghua Gate would not escape the sharp eyes of the nameless elderly maid from the palace, nor the detection of the Imperial Astronomy Bureau, who could trace the presence of a Fifth Grade Martial Artist and identify it as the doing of the Prince Mansion.

"Where would they go? To the Eastern Factory or the Western Factory?"

Chen Yi muttered to himself as he dashed.

After some thought, he deduced that Min Ning would lead them to the Western Factory.

The Eastern Factory still housed members of the Ding’an faction, but the Western Factory was almost devoid of them since it was established three years ago under the Empress Dowager’s direct oversight.

Upon arriving at the Western Factory, the guards on duty immediately opened the gate for Chen Yi. He stepped inside and entered the main hall, only to see Min Ning with her sword pointed downward, ready for battle, while Yin Weiyin meditated in a seated position, forming seals with her hands.

"You’re hurt?"

Min Ning noticed the blood on his tiger’s mouth.

"Just a small injury. Did anything happen along the way?"

Min Ning shook her head and said:

"No issues. The area near the imperial city has no monsters or demons."

Chen Yi nodded slightly and shifted his gaze to Yin Weiyin.

Yin Weiyin raised her face, lowered her hand seal, and looked at Chen Yi, saying:

"So, you’re not dead yet."

Her voice, though ethereal, had a calm undercurrent tinged with disdain, as if questioning why he had managed to survive.

Chen Yi grinned mischievously and said:

"Still need to stay alive to become the Immortal’s dao companion."

Remembering the humiliation of being deceived, Yin Weiyin’s composure cracked. She lowered her voice and said:

"Do you realize you’ve repeatedly committed the crime of disrespecting Daoists?"

Chen Yi didn’t respond directly and instead mocked:

"So, does the Immortal no longer wish to form a dao couple with me?"

Yin Weiyin was on the verge of cursing him but paused, collected herself, and coldly stated:

"You are not a Golden Boy. In the heritage of Taihua Mountain’s Daoist lineage, Golden Boys pair with Jade Maidens, while Jade Maidens pair with Golden Boys."

After speaking, her gaze subtly shifted toward Min Ning.

Min Ning frowned and was about to leave.

Chen Yi took a moment, extended his arm, and immediately wrapped it around Min Ning’s waist, pulling her close.

"Immortal, she’s mine,"

Chen Yi declared and gave Min Ning’s well-toned waist a firm squeeze.

Its elasticity was striking; as he pressed, her abdominal muscles instantly tightened.

Min Ning’s face flushed bright red; her fists clenched, and her shoulders trembled slightly. She endured.

"What?!"

Witnessing this, Yin Weiyin’s pupils contracted in shock, her expression betraying undeniable astonishment.

Chen Yi leaned forward with a grin and said:

"Still don’t understand? The Golden Boy dao companion in your prophecy has long been mine."

Yin Weiyin’s delicate voice suddenly erupted in fury; far from appearing composed, she was overwhelmed by the indignation of having her dao companion forcibly taken.

[Negative Emotion: 80]

On his panel, Chen Yi noticed his True Qi increased by another three years.

One hundred and fifty years of True Qi would suffice to condense five True Yuan seeds. Now all he had to do was wait for the little fox to recover.

Yin Weiyin gritted her teeth to the point of nearly breaking them, forcefully swallowed her anger, rose abruptly, and made her way out of the Western Factory under the night sky.

Chen Yi lifted his blade slightly, causing Yin Weiyin to collide with the back of the blade. Her chest trembled, and through the blade’s transmission, he could even sense the gentle firmness.

"What are you implying?"

Yin Weiyin turned her head and asked coldly.

"Your father wants me dead, and I’m injured. You, as his daughter, naturally owe me some kind of compensation,"

Chen Yi replied leisurely.

"I’ve already said that I’m uninvolved in this matter."

Yin Weiyin responded firmly.

"What you say doesn’t matter; what I believe does,"

Chen Yi countered.

Yin Weiyin’s face turned chillier. She glanced at the gleaming edge of his blade, realizing she had to relinquish something. She suppressed her anger and said:

"All I have is an alchemy manual that I carry with me. Do you want it or not?"

The alchemy manual caught Chen Yi’s interest, and his eyes lit up.

With an alchemy manual, he could refine pills independently to nourish his body and temper his physique. Previously, he had only acquired a manual upon joining the Shangqing Dao.

"Hand it over."

As the words left his lips, Yin Weiyin pulled a booklet from inside her Dao robe. Chen Yi took it in hand and noticed its yellowed pages and chipped edges, understanding she had perused it extensively.

"The Violet Pill Compendium."

Chen Yi flipped through a few pages, and a new cultivation technique promptly appeared on his panel.

"Off you go. Need me to escort you back?"

Chen Yi asked.

"The Prince Mansion isn’t far from here,"

Yin Weiyin rejected coldly.

"A word of advice—try stopping your father,"

Chen Yi said softly.

Yin Weiyin didn’t reply and simply walked out of the Western Factory hall.

Once the white-robed female crown’s figure disappeared from the Western Factory, Min Ning swiftly pushed away Chen Yi’s hand from her waist.

She turned her head, her expression livid, and said:

"Do that again, and I’ll sever your hand should I see it, or your foot should I see that."

Chen Yi chuckled darkly and said:

"You can’t stop me."

Min Ning trembled slightly, glanced at Chen Yi with a hint of trepidation, and whispered:

"...Give me some time to adjust to this..."

Chen Yi stared at her for a moment and said:

"Fine."

Min Ning exhaled in relief, looked at the wound on his hand, and took out some medicinal ointment from her belt, placing it in his hands. Her gesture seemed less out of concern and more as an act of deliberate appeasement.

Chen Yi refrained from teasing her further, scooping up some ointment and spreading it over the split skin of his tiger’s mouth.

As he applied the salve, he heard Min Ning comment coldly:

"You couldn’t defeat that man, could you?"

"No, I couldn’t. Huang Liuqing of the White Willow Sect is a Fifth Grade Martial Artist. Why? Are you hoping he kills me?"

Chen Yi asked with a grin.

"I’m not that kind of person, and you’ve done me a favor."

Min Ning silently added to herself: If I were to kill you, I’d do it personally. Then she took a deep breath and said:

"I’ve developed a new sword strike."

Chen Yi glanced at her with intrigue and asked:

"You want to teach me so I can use it against my enemies?"

"Yes. You can’t die—I... I need you."

Min Ning’s voice grew softer toward the end, but Chen Yi caught every word.

"Need me for what?"

"To investigate my grandfather’s death together."

Min Ning turned to gaze outside the hall,

"My father often suspects there’s more to it. My grandfather shouldn’t have died in the Prime Minister’s case. I don’t have friends inside the Eastern Factory—you’re the only one... somewhat familiar to me."

Chen Yi nodded and said:

"Alright."

Min Ning turned back, lost in thought for a moment before speaking:

"By the rules of Jianghu, if you learn it, it counts as my true legacy. From now on, I’m your master. No need for bowing or kneeling, but in private, we must refer to each other as master and disciple."

Chen Yi raised his gaze and studied her face intently.

Min Ning shivered; her heart raced as she wondered whether Chen Yi had discerned her hidden motives.

Between a master and disciple, there must be reverence for "Heaven, Earth, Sovereign, Parent, and Master," along with adherence to loyalty and filial duty. Becoming his master would allow her to sever his thoughts and this ill-fated connection.

"You’re planning to use ethics and morals to stop me?"

Chen Yi asked mockingly.

Min Ning realized her intentions had been exposed. Her ears reddened, and after hesitating, she nodded.

"Do you think that will work on me?"

Chen Yi chuckled.

Min Ning initially dismissed his remark but then froze in realization.

Indeed, he didn’t care for ethics or morals, nor the opinion of the world—otherwise, he wouldn’t have behaved as he had toward her...

Chen Yi brandished his sword casually, loosening his muscles as Min Ning’s words reminded him of his past life.

Finally, Chen Yi said:

"Yue Chi, I won’t bow to you as my master—not because of ethics or morals. I don’t concern myself with those things."

Min Ning stared at him, puzzled, and asked:

"Then why?"

"Because I only have one master... Zhou Yitang."

"The Sword Armor of Yin Sword Mountain?! But you... why aren’t you on Yin Sword Mountain?"

Chen Yi reflected on his past, lowered his gaze, and sighed:

"Because I often defied my master... I am a disciple who went against my teacher and betrayed my sect."