My enemies became my companions

Chapter 653 Where is Chen Yi? (Part 2)

"Today, I will use you, this heartless and unfaithful scoundrel, as my furnace, to extract your essence and foundation of cultivation, to help me... achieve eternal prosperity in the path of immortality!"

The moment Yin Weiying finished speaking, a chill ran through the hall.

The immortal light from the fingertip pointing at Chen Yi's dantian was no longer gentle; instead, it pierced straight through, causing the air to groan under its own weight, as if the space itself was about to be pierced and swallowed by the immortal light.

"To drain my essence?"

Chen Yi laughed in exasperation, for no other reason than that his eldest son, Da Yin, was far too imaginative.

He knew that her determination to become an immortal had never wavered, and he had always turned a blind eye to it. He never expected that after arriving in this godforsaken place, Yin Weiying, who had suddenly gained power, would actually come here to cause trouble.

The next moment, Chen Yi's eyes darkened slightly. With a flick of Yin Weiying's finger, the true energy within his body solidified like lead and mercury, and his sword intent was locked deep in the mire, unable to move.

The Hou Kang sword, which he usually wielded with ease, now weighed a ton in his hands. The blade hummed mournfully, its luster dimmed, and it looked like ordinary iron.

However, how could Chen Yi be so easily subdued?
He no longer tried to forcefully circulate the seemingly frozen true energy and sword intent, but instead relied solely on his physical body, spinning around and suddenly retreating rapidly.

He stomped his feet hard on the smooth, mirror-like warm jade floor tiles, making a screeching sound and leaving two clear shallow marks. He was like an arrow released from a bow, trying to widen the distance between himself and the celestial light.

But that chain of celestial light was faster than anything else.

It followed him like a shadow, leaving a trail in the air. Chen Yi could even feel that the chain was only inches away from his dantian. He pulled himself back several feet with a sudden movement.

Even so, the natural oppressive aura of this celestial palace remained. In the blink of an eye, Chen Yi pulled back several feet, and before he could even blink, the chains of celestial light swept right up to him.

There is no way to avoid it.

At the critical moment, Chen Yi's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he suddenly twisted his waist, fiercely sweeping away the heavy, cold spine of the Hou Kang Sword with a sweeping motion.

clang!
A dull thud, unlike the clang of metal, suddenly exploded in the hall, sounding more like a heavy sack falling to the ground.

The celestial light chains slammed hard against the spine of the Hou Kang sword.

In that brief moment, his gaze inadvertently swept over Yin Weiying's ethereal and beautiful face.

Yin Weiying's expression was indifferent as he slowly lowered his body, a hint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.

She finally got her chance.

Countless days and nights she tossed and turned, her cultivation troubled by him, her ascension to immortality hindered by him. Even after they became husband and wife, he was unwilling to treat her sincerely and fulfill her wish to become an immortal.

Dressed in a dazzling, ethereal palace gown, Yin Weiying appeared even more aloof, looking down at Chen Yi's seemingly desperate struggle.

The sword body trembled violently. The small world that condensed on the sword body was instantly suppressed by the immortal light, leaving only a thin layer that clung tightly to the spine of the sword. The immense force passed through the sword body, making Chen Yi's tiger's mouth go numb.

Even if he were to truly become an immortal, Yin Weiying would never possess such an ability. He had never had it before, and he would never have it in the future. He raised his head slightly again and saw Yin Weiying looking down at him from her high position, realizing that everything was just her wish fulfilling her desires.

Chen Yi's stance of parrying with his sword remained unchanged. The tip of the celestial light chain, like a leech, was firmly nailed to the spine of the sword. Under the oppressive power of this celestial palace, his old energy had already dissipated before any new energy could be generated.

Even though Chen Yi tried to make his wishes come true, it was all in vain; he was not as good at fantasizing as Yin Weiying.

Weakness, like an icy tide, slowly engulfed his limbs and bones. His vision blurred, and he could hear the constant trembling of the Hou Kang Sword in his ears. The Goddess of Taihua floated high above, looking down upon the mortals.

The goddess of Taihua stood aloof from the world, her eyes lowered, noticing his slight dejection.

I can't help but wonder if things have gone a bit too far?

Although there's no turning back once the arrow is released, he's always been the type to respond to gentle persuasion but not force. It's hard to gauge the right balance. If he's not careful and his emotions get the better of him, it could escalate into a fight, like the situation between Madam Zhou and Chen Yi. What would be the best course of action then?

Yin Weiying lowered her gaze slightly, picked up a wisp of immortal mist, looked around the immortal palace, and thought again... She didn't know how long this immortal palace could last. After all, her foundation was still weak. If Chen Yi recovered by then, she would... have to make chrysanthemum tea again.

The thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and Yin Weiying subconsciously tensed up, feeling inexplicably afraid.

Since that's the case, it's best to be magnanimous and not hold it against him.

On the other hand, the chains of immortal light continued to follow him relentlessly. Chen Yi tried to block them from all sides, but he was unable to break free from them.

Suddenly, the sword's edge slanted, its energy landing in empty air, while the chains of immortal light slammed into the ground, striking straight at his face.

There was no way to avoid it for the time being.

The chains of immortal light bypassed the Hou Kang Sword in an instant and wrapped around Chen Yi's body. They did not bind his flesh, but instead penetrated his muscles, like a cold, venomous snake burrowing into his meridians.

Damn it... are we really going to fall into the hands of that Da Yin family?
The absurd thought flashed through Chen Yi's mind, but it sent alarm bells ringing in his heart.

Yin Weiying descended slowly from the height, looking down at him with a gentler expression, and said calmly, "Chen Yi, do you know how formidable I am?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Yi gave an inappropriate sneer. She had gotten so carried away that she had stopped calling him "husband."

The sneer was particularly jarring in the deathly silent celestial palace; however, before the laughter subsided, the chains of celestial light that had penetrated the body tightened even more.

"How does it taste, my husband?" A faint smile played on her lips as she looked down at Chen Yi. "When you blocked my path to immortality, did you ever think of this day?"

Chen Yi remained silent, only giving him a cold look.

Yin Weiying used to hate his gaze, as if she was about to suffer. But now she was quite interested. The reason was simple: as he had once said unintentionally, "When you are weak, even your resistance is cute."

Undoubtedly, Chen Yi is lovable.

Feeling uncomfortable under Yin Weiying's gaze, Chen Yi finally said coldly after a while, "Have you made enough of a scene?"

"Is this considered making a scene?" Yin Weiying paused, then laughed decisively, "Even if it is, you broke your promise first. You said you would cultivate with me and ascend to immortality together as husband and wife, but to this day you haven't even shown your face."

As she spoke, Yin Weiying approached, her figure ethereal, enveloped in mist as she drew near, and she swept past Chen Yi's face.

Chen Yi shook his head to dispel the celestial mist, which then dispersed to the sides, revealing Yin Weiying's face.

She suddenly softened her voice and asked, "Why haven't you come to see me for so many days?"

Chen Yi was taken aback, and for some reason, he was unable to respond for a moment. After a long while, he finally said, "...Something has come up."

“I guessed you were too.” Yin Weiying paused, then said with a hint of resentment, “I also thought that if you hadn’t been forced to, you would never have kept me here alone for so long.”

Chen Yi nodded silently. In a way, it was indeed a last resort.

Yin Weiying was always impatient. If she knew about Qin Yue's existence, she might start to stir up trouble again. In this unfamiliar southern border region, Chen Yi didn't want too much turmoil.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi let out a breath and softened his voice, saying, "Yin Weiying, let me go first. The longer we stay in this godforsaken place, the worse it will be for us."

"A godforsaken place? This place is far more wonderful than I think. As for whether I'll stay long..." Yin Weiying raised his fingertips slightly, and the swirling immortal mist around him slowed down considerably. The palace maids inside and outside the palace seemed to freeze in place as well. "I can slow down time, so why are you worried?"

Chen Yi was at a loss for words. He took a deep breath and said again, "Let me go first. It's urgent. I've been separated from Qin Qingluo."

Upon hearing those three words, Yin Weiying's slightly raised eyebrows suddenly drooped.

She said in a slightly cold tone, "What right do you have to negotiate with me? I'm in charge now. What's so difficult about turning you into a little mouse for the rest of your life?"

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes, and after a long while asked, "What exactly do you want?"

The Goddess of Taihua tilted her head slightly, and the chains of immortal light wrapped around her fingertips tightened even more, causing Chen Yi's meridians to ache slightly.

"What do you want to do?" She chuckled softly, her voice ethereal yet carrying an undeniable air. "Naturally, I'll first take your essence. You and I are a perfect match, and you possess cultivation that would greatly benefit my path to immortality. How could I waste such a precious resource?"

Chen Yi gathered and released his energy, his muscles tensing as he tried to forcefully break the chains, but under the oppressive force of the Celestial Palace, the chains seemed to be rooted to the ground. "Don't struggle in vain," Yin Weiying's voice suddenly softened, like a sympathetic whisper.

She moved gracefully closer to Chen Yi, her palace dress, shrouded in ethereal mist, almost clinging to his bound body, and a cool yet familiar fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

She raised her slender hand, her fingertips slightly cool to the touch, and gently brushed across Chen Yi's taut jawline. The gesture carried a long-lost intimacy, yet also revealed a domineering sense of superiority.

“You and I are husband and wife, originally one. Now that I have ascended to immortality, I will naturally remember your kindness…” Her breath brushed against Chen Yi’s ear, her voice soft and gentle, “When my immortal path is eternal, I may be able to save you… At that time, wouldn’t being a divine couple be a thousand times better than the days of fighting and killing we have now?”
"It's been so many days, don't you... really miss me?"

Chen Yi's mind was suddenly jolted.

This feeling was all too familiar. Yin Weiying knew exactly how to tease him, always able to precisely tickle the spot where he couldn't resist the urge.

The cool touch of her fingertips, the soft whispers in her ear, and the unique aura she exuded—a blend of ethereal coolness and a certain secret allure—evoked countless beautiful memories in him.

A surge of heat rose uncontrollably from his lower abdomen, almost engulfing him, and he felt an overwhelming urge.

Chen Yi's throat bobbed, his body's instincts clamoring for submission to this long-lost intimacy, even wanting to take the initiative and lift her legs... However, Qin Qingluo's figure flashed by, piercing through this moment of confusion.

Chen Yi suppressed his burning desire and said quickly:

"Yin Weiying! Qin Qingluo is still outside! This place is incredibly dangerous..."

"Qin Qingluo?"

Yin Weiying's expression was as cold as frost, and the pressure from his fingertips suddenly increased, making the other person's jaw ache. His voice also turned cold.

"Good, good, good! You can't stop thinking about her, not even now!"

"Once she's with me, she's forgotten about me."

A flash of anger crossed her eyes, which quickly turned into a cruel mockery: "Since you're so eager to see her, then let her watch me when I'm absorbing your essence!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

The voice has not fallen,

boom!
A deafening roar suddenly came from the outer perimeter of the celestial palace, and the entire palace, carved from warm jade, seemed to tremble, with the glazed tiles rattling.

Immediately following was a series of cracking sounds, a piercing, metallic shriek that tore everything in its path into dust.

The sound came from afar, sweeping in like a storm, instantly shattering the tranquility of the celestial palace.

Yin Weiying's lips curled into a cold smile: "They're here."

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

Outside the celestial palace, on the winding corridors and jade steps.

Qin Qingluo held the Purple Lightning Gun, and her black python robe fluttered and rustled even without wind.

She was all alone, facing a tidal wave of fairy paper figures.

These paper figures, each with a beautiful face like a fairy in a painting, holding a jade ruyi, a bronze halberd, and an electric ribbon, their figures ethereal and otherworldly, possessing a beauty that seems otherworldly.
However, at this moment, before the female prince, they were nothing more than clay chickens and earthenware dogs.

"Go away."

A low drink.

The purple lightning gun was fired.

Her moves were neither complicated nor varied in terms of light and shadow; they were straightforward. After reaching the fourth rank, the female prince was far more skilled in killing than before.

A spear beam crackling with blinding lightning, like a raging purple electric python, crashed violently into the oncoming pile of paper figures.

Puff puff puff!

A series of crisp sounds rang out!
The seemingly indestructible jade ruyi and the bronze halberd with flowing runes twisted and shattered instantly, like paper toys, wherever their spear energy passed.

The paper fairy holding them didn't even have time to scream before being torn apart into countless pieces of paper by the violent lightning and gun beams.

Qin Qingluo continued walking without stopping, each step causing the stone steps beneath her feet to crack inch by inch.

The spear swept across.

Another paper figure was cut in half at the waist, and the shattered paper body was swept up by the gale generated by the gun barrel, like a rain of paper.

There was no pity in her eyes, only a cold killing intent and an anxious eagerness to break through the obstacles.

Wherever the spear tip pointed, lightning flashed. Every thrust and every sweep was accompanied by the crisp sound of the paper figure's body being mercilessly torn apart and pierced.

Clang! A paper figure holding an electric ribbon tried to wrap around her feet, but the tip of the purple lightning spear pointed and the electric ribbon broke inch by inch. The spear continued its momentum and pierced through her head, sending her flying.

Bang! Several bronze short halberds came flying in with a cunning thrust. Qin Qingluo slightly turned his body, and swept his spear horizontally like a club. The immense force directly smashed the short halberds and the paper figure holding them into dust.

The ornately decorated corridors were swept away by the aftershocks of the spear's energy, the exquisite white jade railings were shattered, and the misty fairyland was torn open with ugly cracks by the violent force.

Those ethereal paper figures fell and shattered in large swathes, the scraps of paper mixed with the powder from the shattered jade stones, forming a thick layer at her feet.

With her spear clearing the way, she moved with unstoppable force, carving a path through the magnificent celestial palace, a path paved with countless scraps of paper and fragmented landscape.

Finally, the view opened up before them, revealing a magnificent palace carved from a single piece of warm jade, its doors tightly shut.

Outside the palace square, the last group of paper palace maids formed a battle formation, attempting to obstruct the procession.

"open."

Qin Qingluo's eyes sharpened, and with a burst of strength, her body shot out like a cannonball. The Purple Lightning Spear was raised high above her head, and the tip of the spear gathered unprecedentedly dazzling lightning. With a resolute determination to tear everything apart, she fiercely stabbed towards the tightly closed door of the Warm Jade Palace.

Just as the spear tip was about to touch the palace gate,
hum!
The doors of the Warm Jade Palace slid open silently inward.

A figure in sky blue appeared silently behind the door.

Yin Weiying remained expressionless, quietly watching Qin Qingluo rush towards him, carrying with her aura of killing intent and bits of paper.

The fierce wind whipped up by the raging spear energy stirred the hem of Yin Weiying's azure palace dress and the strands of hair at her temples, but it could not shake her in the slightest.

The tip of the spear stopped just a foot in front of Yin Weiying's eyebrows.

The violent lightning and the ethereal mist collided silently between the two, annihilating each other like water and fire merging.

Time seemed to slow down a little at this moment, and the clamor of the shattered celestial palace seemed to fade away, leaving only the eyes of two women locked.

He was dressed in a black python robe, with a spear tip emitting a serpentine flame, exuding a murderous aura like a god of war.

She was a graceful and elegant woman, dressed in exquisite palace attire, with a detached gaze like a celestial maiden.

Qin Qingluo's serpentine eyes were fixed on Yin Weiying behind the door, the tip of her spear remaining motionless, her voice as cold as iron.

Where is Chen Yi?

(End of this chapter)