My enemies became my companions

Chapter 652 Da Yin Became an Immortal

As the heavy, warm jade palace doors slid open to the sides, a misty haze enveloped the area, and maids and servants filed out, making it impossible to discern the noble figures behind them.

The maids, dressed in plain white gowns with flowing clouds and gold thread embroidered on their sleeves, stood in two rows, heads bowed and eyes lowered. Their steps were as light as if they were walking on clouds. Their movements were uniform and their postures were extremely respectful. Every step they took was silent, as if they were holding their breath, so as not to disturb their master who was about to step out.

Chen Yi's heart was also on edge, and he stared intently.

In the end, the woman whose eyes fell upon him was someone he knew all too well.

However, Yin Weiying seems to be different now than before.
She wore a floor-length palace dress with a sky-blue base and woven with patterns of clouds and rain. The skirt flowed gracefully, shimmering like water ripples. Her eyebrows and eyes were like clouds and rain, and she had an ethereal beauty.

She walked with composure, standing out like a crane among chickens among the palace maids, yet she possessed no vulgarity or worldliness. Instead, she appeared detached from worldly affairs. Her eyes were calm and undisturbed, and when she swept over the maids standing in front of the palace, it was as if she were sweeping over the grass and trees by the roadside, leaving him momentarily astonished by her beauty.

After calming his mind, Chen Yi looked around the celestial palace. How magnificent and beautiful it was! The so-called Heavenly Court was nothing more than this. And Yin Weiying... was actually the master of this celestial palace.
It's inevitable that people will have doubts...

Chen Yi lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then shook his head.

There's really nothing to be suspicious about.
His son, Da Yin, is the most imaginative.

After years of getting along, how could Chen Yi not understand his wife? She was always proud and arrogant, and would take advantage of any gentleness. If that were all, it would be fine, but she used all sorts of "divine schemes" and wouldn't turn back until she hit a wall. Even if she did turn back, it would only be temporarily. In the end, she was unwilling to truly submit. Sometimes he would regret marrying her and wish he had treated her as a concubine for life.

However, that's what they say. When Da Yin is being charming, he is extremely charming, scratching the spot that itches most to him. Xiao Yin is skilled at this, but due to her personality, she only scratches the surface. Zhou Yitang, on the other hand, ignores it and doesn't even try to please him... In short, neither of them is as good as Da Yin.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi felt inexplicably restless and wanted to leave.

Hidden in the shadows, Chen Yi desperately wanted to go forward and acknowledge her, but it would be inappropriate to act rashly. Besides, upon closer inspection, there was something strange about the matter.

After Yin Weiying's figure, surrounded by maids, disappeared from the palace, Chen Yi had a sudden thought.

He moved through the shadows, holding his breath, and slipped inside just before the palace doors closed.

It's really strange. It's not surprising that Yin Weiying could have a fairy palace created by wish fulfillment... but why is she here? Shouldn't she be waiting on Gaoliang Mountain...?

Could there be some hidden secret within this palace?
Using the dim light of the ever-burning lamps on both sides, Chen Yi walked through the palace. The palace was more profound and spacious than he had imagined. Huge golden dragon pillars supported the high dome, and the ground was so shiny that it reflected his blurry figure. He was about to go deeper into the palace to explore.

"Someone?"

A calm and ethereal voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Chen Yi almost instinctively held his sword horizontally to his chest, but when he turned around, he bumped into Yin Weiying.

Near the entrance he had just infiltrated, where light and shadow intertwined, Yin Weiying stood silently.

She may have returned at some point, or perhaps she never truly left.

Yin Weiying smiled and said, "You've come."

As soon as the words were spoken, the romantic feelings that had arisen in Chen Yi's heart due to the reunion were instantly suppressed by vigilance.

That tone... doesn't feel right.

"Luan Huang? How come you..." He was about to explain why he was there and ask her why she was in this celestial palace.

Before he finished speaking,

Yin Weiying casually waved his hand outward from his wide sleeve.

The movement was light and effortless, as if brushing away a speck of dust.

"Get him."

hum!
The soft light inside the hall suddenly turned cold. In the shadows of the pillars on both sides, which were originally empty, behind the screens, and even between the light gauze curtains hanging from the ceiling, more maids dressed in plain white palace dresses silently appeared!
Their faces remained beautiful, but they suddenly produced all sorts of strange weapons and magical artifacts in their hands, including a jade ruyi that shone with light yet exuded a chilling aura, a bronze short halberd with an ancient shape and flowing runes, and even a silk ribbon wrapped with tiny electric sparks.

Immediately, it surged towards Chen Yi like a tide.

"Damn it!" Chen Yi only had time to utter a curse before Kang Jian transformed into a hazy blue sword aura that protected his body.

Clang, clang, clang!

The clang of metal against metal echoed loudly in the empty palace. The jade ruyi struck the sword's edge, sparking a shower of sparks; the bronze dagger darted towards his ribs, but Chen Yi narrowly deflected it; the silk ribbons wreathed in lightning coiled around his feet like venomous snakes.

Chen Yi's sword moved like a dragon, his movements reaching their peak. Amidst the attacks of numerous palace maids, he parried left and right. The sword blade sliced ​​through the maids' bodies, but the sensation was extremely strange. There was no resistance like flesh being torn apart, nor the crisp sound of bones breaking. Instead, it felt like cutting through tough, thick paper.

scoff!

A maid holding a jade ruyi was cleaved in two by Chen Yi's sword.

There were no screams, no splattering blood; the maid's body disintegrated instantly like a torn scroll, turning into countless light, fluttering pieces of paper that scattered and fell to the ground.

It really is a paper figure!
Chen Yi's heart skipped a beat, and his sword strikes became even more urgent.

The sword, carrying a sharp, piercing sound, sliced ​​through the air, shredding the approaching paper maids one after another. The shredded paper flew through the hall like snowflakes.

However, the attacking paper figures seemed endless. As soon as one was shattered, two more would immediately emerge from the shadows. What surprised Chen Yi even more was that he gradually felt the sword in his hand becoming heavier and heavier, and the flow of sword intent became sluggish.

Each time he drew his sword, the direction of the blade seemed to be affected by an invisible interference. Even though he was aiming for the throat, the sword always veered off course by an inch, striking empty space or a non-vital area. When he tried to block the attack, his sword was a beat too slow. Several times he was in grave danger and only managed to dodge the attack by relying on instinct and experience.

It was as if the entire celestial palace was rejecting and suppressing him.

Caught off guard and surrounded, Chen Yi was instantly enraged. He glanced at the Immortal Palace Master, who stood aloof and watched coldly from the sidelines, and demanded:
"Yin Weiying! Is your butt itching?!"

This crude curse was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

The paper maids who were attacking suddenly stopped moving, as if they were being pulled by invisible threads.

The Goddess of Taihua, who had been standing silently watching the battle, finally showed a very subtle ripple in her calm and unwavering eyes.

A familiar emotion to Chen Yi, mixed with shame, anger, and a hint of fear, rose like sediment and flashed quickly across her eyes, only to be quickly covered by a deeper indifference.

She moved with light, graceful steps, and the paper maids parted to the sides like a tide, making way for her.

Yin Weiying slowly walked to a spot about ten feet in front of Chen Yi and stopped. Ignoring the Hou Kang sword in his hand that was gleaming coldly, she raised one hand, spread her five fingers, and pressed it down on Chen Yi from afar.

hum!
Chen Yi's sword intent instantly contracted, as if the sky was about to collapse and the earth was about to cave in. The sword intent flowing around his body dimmed instantly, and the Kang Sword trembled with a mournful cry.

Chen Yi remained standing, his face ashen, staring intently at his wife, who was both familiar and unfamiliar to him, and coldly asked, "What exactly are you doing?"

Looking at his oblivious demeanor, Yin Weiying was reminded of their first meeting.

Even though he didn't know her background at that time, he never bowed down and scraped, and in the end, he even... Thinking of this, a smile slowly bloomed on Yin Weiying's beautiful face.

That smile still carried an ethereal quality, yet it was chillingly cold.

"What are you doing?" Her voice was soft, with a hint of indifference, as if she had finally gotten her wish. "Chen Yi, can't you tell?"

“Yin Weiying, I don’t see it coming.” Chen Yi stared straight at her and sneered, “Heh, if you’re itching for a fight, just say so.”

His words were vulgar, but the Goddess of Taihua seemed not to hear them. Instead, she slightly raised her chin and calmly said to herself, "I have become an immortal."

Chen Yi's pupils contracted slightly, realizing something from this.

"Even if you try every means to trap me in that mortal world, lock me by your side, obstruct my path, and ruin my destiny to become an immortal... however, the way of heaven is constant, it does not exist for Yao, nor does it perish for Jie. I, Yin Weiying, will eventually ride the rainbow and ascend to this realm."

She shook her head and chuckled, then began to recite aloud.

"He has already become an immortal, and has completely attained the Dao."

Chen Yi's gaze deepened, yet he still held his sword horizontally in front of him.

Yin Weiying tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling on Chen Yi. Her eyes didn't seem to be looking at her husband, but rather as if she were looking down from the clouds at the little golden boy who was still an ordinary mortal.

"Today," she slowly raised the hand that had just suppressed Chen Yi's sword intent, wisps of immortal light swirling around her fingertips, pointing towards Chen Yi's dantian, "I will use you, this heartless and unfaithful scoundrel, as my furnace, to absorb your essence and foundation of cultivation, to help me... achieve eternal prosperity on the path of immortality."

(End of this chapter)