My enemies became my companions

Chapter 642 The Silly Girl Whose Wishes Come True (Part 2)

Without even glancing at the headless corpse that had fallen, Chen Yi slowly walked over, carrying the head that still stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

A cold wind blew by, causing my head to sway slightly, eerily overlapping with the scene on the wooden poles of the Wa village in the distance.

The campfire crackled, illuminating Chen Yi's cold face and the headless corpse spewing steam from the snow.

Magugeyi and Xigu, along with the Naxi elder who had just finished praying, all stood frozen in place, completely taken aback by the scene before them.

The bloodied head was stuck at the top of the tree branch. Chen Yi held it high and planted it firmly in the snow. The head faced the group, frozen in the fear and bewilderment before death, like a cruel flag.

Chen Yi casually pointed at Magogeyi and asked in a nonchalant language, "You're interested in this woman?"

Jabal's head was bleeding in the wind; he didn't answer, as if he had tacitly agreed.

"It's okay, let her keep you company later."

The voice has not fallen,

"Roar!"

Magoge's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and Chen Yi's nonchalant words were like the fuse that ignited the gunpowder.

She let out a beastly roar that sounded inhuman, and the curved sword at her waist was drawn with a clang. The blade was instantly covered with a layer of eerie blue light, and it lunged straight at Chen Yi, the tip of the blade aimed directly at Chen Yi's neck.

She wanted to sever the demon's head with a single stroke to appease Jabal.

Almost at the same time that Magogei suddenly attacked, Xigu behind her also moved. Instead of launching a frontal assault like Magogei, he crouched and slid, using Magogei's frightening charge to draw attention, and silently circled around to Chen Yi's side and rear.

He had somehow acquired a short dagger gleaming with a dark green light, and like a viper spitting its tongue, he ruthlessly and precisely stabbed at Chen Yi's lower back, a vital point. The two attacks, one in front and one behind, one in the light and one in the dark, were perfectly coordinated.

The Naxi elder's cloudy old eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light. Instead of rushing directly at Chen Yi, he stomped his foot, and the hard frozen ground beneath his feet rippled like waves.

His withered hands formed a complex and ancient hand seal, and he chanted incantations. The obscure syllables vibrated the air with a strange rhythm, and a heavy, mountain-like pressure suddenly descended, trying to bind Chen Yi firmly to the spot.

Faced with the sudden and deadly combined attack from the three, Chen Yi's expression remained unchanged, and even his eyes did not waver in the slightest.

Just as Magoge's blade was about to touch his throat, and at the same moment Xigu's poisoned dagger was only three inches away from his lower back,

Chen Yi's figure blurred for a moment in an extremely eerie way.

Magoge's seemingly inevitable strike suddenly missed its mark, the immense momentum causing her to stagger forward, while Xigu also missed his target.

"Watch out!" The Naxi elder exclaimed.

Chen Yi's figure appeared beside Magugeyi without warning, as if by ghostly speed. He was so close that he could even see Magugeyi's pupils shrink in shock.

There was no sword drawn, no fancy moves.

Chen Yi simply raised his right hand casually, pointing his fingers like a sword.

A barely perceptible glint of cold light suddenly appeared on his fingertips.

puff!
A soft sound, like a hot knife slicing through solidified butter.

Chen Yi gently tapped Magogeyi's temple.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Magoge's forward-rushing body suddenly froze. All the anger, murderous intent, and horror that appeared in her bloodshot eyes vanished in a few breaths, leaving them empty.

The scimitar clattered to the ground, and immediately afterward, a very thin line of blood slowly seeped out from the spot on her temple where she had been struck.

Her body swayed, then collapsed softly onto the snow like a tattered sack, her eyes still wide open, but all their light had vanished.

"Mago Ge Yi!"

Xigu's eyes were bloodshot, and his body erupted with intense black energy, like a demon soaked in ink. He instinctively brandished his poisoned dagger and lunged at Chen Yi again.

The Naxi elder's expression changed drastically. Maguogeyi's instant death made him realize something, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

He held back, and the chanting suddenly rose in pitch, becoming sharp and piercing. His hand seals changed again, and a sudden storm arose, stirring up wind and snow.

He turned abruptly and vanished into the wind and snow.

The successive deaths of Jabale and Magogei made him realize that the person in front of him was far beyond their ability to fight, and that staying behind would only lead to their death.

Facing Xigu's attack, Chen Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he made a clenched fist in the air with his right hand.

A sudden surge of sword energy erupted.

The arc of light pierced through the surging black mist of Xiguna with unparalleled precision.

Like a red-hot iron plunged into cold water, the thick black gas was instantly torn apart and purified.

As Xigu lunged forward, he was struck as if by lightning. With a muffled groan, he was violently thrown away by an overwhelming force, spitting out blood. The poisoned dagger in his hand flew out of his grasp and stuck far away in the snow. The black aura on his body receded like a tide, revealing a pale and horrified face. He crashed heavily to the ground, struggling but unable to get up for a moment.

The wind and snow continued to howl, and the campfire crackled; all of this happened in just a few breaths.

Xigu struggled to get up, vomiting blood incessantly, staining the surrounding white expanse crimson.

His vision was blurry and he felt dizzy, but he still stared intently in that direction.

The dim firelight flickered, outlining the blood-red silhouette. Xigu could no longer make out the person's face; he only knew that he was shivering uncontrollably.

Footsteps crunched softly on the snow, and the wind and snow seemed to intensify, carrying the smell of blood and a biting chill that felt like knives cutting into the face.

He hadn't noticed it during the fight, but now that he had a moment to catch his breath, Xigu was suddenly filled with extreme fear.

"No...don't kill me!" Xigu's voice trembled violently as he practically crawled backward on the snow. "Please! Don't kill me! I surrender! I surrender!"

The footsteps never stopped, growing ever closer.

"My lord, my lord, please see the truth! I...I am a Han Chinese! I...I am not a barbarian! I was forced into this! I have a background, I have a background, I...I know a lot, I know what they want to do!"

Chen Yi paused slightly, looking down at him with indifferent eyes.

Seizing this last glimmer of hope, Xigu hurriedly said:
“I know a lot. My surname is Liu, and I have Han blood… My mother and grandfather were Han Chinese. I, our elders, and the high priest also seem to be surnamed Liu…”

Is it believable?

Xigu nodded hurriedly.

"How do I know there are no restrictions on your soul?"

"I...I didn't. In their eyes, I'm only half one of their own. I have no restrictions. Everything I said is true!"

Xigu wept uncontrollably, thinking there was a glimmer of hope.

However, what responded to him was a wisp of sword energy.

Xigu's eyes widened, and finally his forehead slammed heavily against the cold snow.

“Miss Donggong, you seem to be lost in thought.”

In the wind and snow, the man, splattered with blood, suddenly turned his head and asked a question into the empty space. The scene was terrifying no matter how you looked at it.

The Crown Prince, Ruoshu, was not afraid at all and nodded slightly in response to the question.

From the beginning, she seemed to be deep in thought. Chen Yi raised an eyebrow and asked again:
"Who do you think this person surnamed Liu might be?"

Donggong Ruoshu thought for a moment, "A descendant of Prince Jing of Zhongshan?"

"..." Chen Yi remained silent for a moment, realizing that he really shouldn't have asked her.

She thought that with her clumsy luck, even a blind cat could catch a dead mouse, but in the end she was disappointed.

Right now, the best way is still to directly communicate with the spirits of the Western Ancients to search for their souls and spirits.

This is why Chen Yi didn't spare his life. People are all liars, and when it comes to life and death, they will do everything they can to lie. Even if they can't lie, they will try to hide it to save their lives.

Chen Yi didn't want to waste his time with these people.

………………

The Naxi elder hurried along, but did not rush or choose a path recklessly.

The path beneath my feet is a shattered stone road, with collapsed pillars and broken ridges on both sides, vaguely recognizable as what was once a temple.

The wind and snow lessened here, but the cold intensified, seeping into the bone marrow. Dim phosphorescent lights drifted among the ruins, casting a ghastly green glow that illuminated the few drops of viscous black blood that had dripped down his path.

He looked down at his blood, his heart sank, and he forced himself to use a forbidden technique to escape. Although he survived, his already limited life force was further depleted, and he feared he would soon be unable to hold on.

Just then, a faint yet grand and majestic chanting echoed from the depths of the ruins. The language was obscure and ancient, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.

A glimmer of hope suddenly burst forth in Elder Naxi's dim eyes!

“…!” He made a hoarse sound in his throat, struggling to take a step towards the altar.

A sudden howl of wind, carrying heavy snow, swept through the area.

The Naxi elder, like a stone thrown into a frozen river, stumbled and crashed heavily onto the frozen ground at the edge of the altar.

The biting wind almost blew away his last breath. He struggled to lift his head, his cloudy eyes fixed on what lay ahead.

He finally arrived.

……

Or it could be called... the Pool of Wish Fulfillment.

A massive black stone altar stood in the icy wilderness, with a pool at its center churning a dark golden, viscous liquid. The pool water bubbled and emitted a strange smell of sulfur and sandalwood.

In the center of the churning pool, a blurry, enormous reflection floats, its shape constantly shifting, sometimes resembling a compassionate Buddha, sometimes a ferocious demon.

"........."

The Naxi elder's face was filled with fanaticism. He tried to get up, but his body groaned from the strain. His spine felt like it was about to fall apart, and his knees were in excruciating pain. He ripped off his tattered leather robe, revealing his withered body covered in frostbite.

He scrambled towards the pool, his hands and knees cut by rocks and ice shards, the blood freezing as soon as it seeped out, his fingernails filled with blood, mud and ice.

All that remained in sight was the churning, dark gold pool.

“My Lord… I saved your lowly servant… I… offered myself… to you…”

With a hoarse voice, he braved the wind and snow and stretched out his hand with all his might.

Just as my fingertips were about to touch the pool water,

A gleaming blade pierced through his body from his back.

The Naxi elder's eyes widened, his arm frozen in mid-air, still pointing towards the Wishing Pool. Just as his consciousness abruptly ended, the figure of that person was reflected in the pool.

His hand fell limply to his side.

Chen Yi slowly pulled the knife out of his body, then coldly glanced at the Dream Pool that these heretics of the cult had been desperately searching for.

Chen Yi casually wiped the blood-stained dagger on Elder Naxi's leather robe, his cold gaze sweeping over the churning dark gold pool of water.

A wish-fulfilling pool? That's what heretics are after.

He kicked away the elder's stiff corpse. Fortunately, the old man was bewitched by the pool and had his back to him. Otherwise, with his fourth-grade cultivation and the secret techniques of the Divine Sect, if they were to fight head-on, his damaged meridians would inevitably suffer a lot of torment. Every time he made a move, he tried to kill the old man with one blow, just to avoid suffering unnecessary pain and damage.

Chen Yi used the Soul Searching Technique on Xi Gu and extracted some information from the fragments of his soul.

Xigu didn't know much, but it was enough to piece together some outlines. They came to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain to use the power of the "Wish-Fulfilling Pool" to complete a certain ritual.

Xigu didn't know the specifics, only that it seemed to be about resurrecting someone, regaining power, and even overthrowing the orthodoxy of the religion... As for who it was, Chen Yi guessed that it might be the heretical saintess.
As for this pool, it seems to truly grant wishes, requiring only the sacrifice of enough... secrets in exchange...

Donggong Ruoshu emerged from the wind and snow, looked at the pool, and said, "This is the 'Wish-Fulfilling Pool' you mentioned. It doesn't look like much..."

Chen Yi did not refute it. He was not a heretic of the religion, nor could he even be considered a member of the religion. There was no need for him to defend something of unknown origin. Moreover, he did not have much desire for his wishes to come true.

After all, his only remaining desire was to bury corpses. Putting aside everything else, the Da Yin alone was enough to keep him barely fed and clothed. If both Da Yin and Xiao Yin joined in, and if his master could protect him, then three women in one night would be considered a comfortable life.

On the contrary, Donggong Ruoshu was very curious; it seemed that this silly girl had a lot of desires.

She cupped her hands together like a megaphone and shouted "Ah!" towards the pool.

This look was extremely childish, and Chen Yi didn't find it particularly cute, because silly girls are always so childish.

"Do you want to make a wish?" Chen Yi asked.

"You do not want it?"

"I'm still considering it. If you'd like, you can help me test the waters first," Chen Yi said.

Donggong Ruoshu nodded. She had been asking Chen Yi about the Pond of Wishful Thinking the whole way, and Chen Yi, annoyed by her questions, gave her a brief explanation.

Seeing her eager expression, Chen Yi couldn't help but remind her, "Be careful, don't make any big wishes. If something goes wrong, there might not be any way to undo it."

The Crown Prince nodded emphatically, then immediately approached the pool, took a deep breath, and blurted out an extremely important secret.

"I am not actually surnamed Donggong, but Chen. I am the Crown Princess, and I escaped from the Western Jin Dynasty."

The words fell,

The "Wish-Fulfilling Pond" remained completely still, not even the water rippled.

Donggong Ruoshu scratched his head in confusion, kicked the edge of the pond, and asked suspiciously, "Is something wrong?"

Chen Yi calmly replied, "No."

Aside from herself, no one considered this a secret...

When Donggong Ruoshu heard that the pond was not damaged, she tilted her head and thought for a moment, as if she had made up her mind.

She approached the churning, dark gold pool, crouched down, and silently spoke something to the water with barely moving lips, using telepathic communication.

Chen Yi naturally couldn't hear it.

Just as Donggong Ruoshu finished transmitting her voice, the dark gold pool water suddenly surged violently, as if something at the bottom of the pool had been awakened.

Countless fine, dark gold runes flickered in the viscous liquid, emitting an even stronger, strange aroma of sulfur and sandalwood.

Donggong Ruoshu's face revealed a smug expression of "as expected".

Chen Yi raised an eyebrow, wondering what kind of wish this silly girl would make.

Will she return to her body? Escape that distant marriage? Or inherit her master's mantle and become the next "Broken Swordsman" renowned throughout the martial world?
Standing by the pond, Donggong Ruoshu opened her arms wide and shouted excitedly, "I make a wish! I hope I can successfully seduce Chen Yi!"

Chen Yi's eyes widened, and his expression froze instantly.

(End of this chapter)