My enemies became my companions

Chapter 694 Fleeting Bloom (Part 2)

Swords clashed, sparks flew in the dimly lit hall, and even though he was completely unprepared, Chen Yi still drew his sword and blocked the fierce attack.

Sparks crackled and flew, passing through the girl's murderous eyes and splashing onto Chen Yi, making his cheeks feel hot.

The two swords clashed, and the sword momentum paused slightly. Yin Tingxue suddenly flipped her wrist, instantly pressing down on Chen Yi's sword edge, and then forcefully pierced through it again.

Chen Yi never expected to be attacked so suddenly. He had already reacted and his wrist moved accordingly. The sword light flashed and circled around Yin Tingxue's sword, creating a swirling sword flower.

The sword intent spread outwards silently, enveloping Yin Tingxue's sword in a few breaths. Seeing the situation was not good, the girl's strength was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, sinking deeper and deeper. She took steps and retreated rapidly, the sword energy emanating from the surroundings causing the hall to hiss.

Chen Yi had rarely seen Yin Tingxue wield a sword. He had always been very protective of the girl. During their journey down the Dragon Tiger Mountain, Yin Tingxue rarely had the chance to make a move. Most of the time, he saw her practicing her sword. At those times, Chen Yi's gaze was intense. The little fox was shy and told him several times not to stare. But he kept saying that he was a senior brother instructing his junior sister. What's wrong with that? His words were indeed high-sounding, but he was never really paying attention. He was more focused on the beads of sweat on her neck and imagined her tender armpits being soaked with sweat. After she finished practicing, he would accidentally push her, still covered in fragrant sweat, onto the couch. Even in retrospect, it was an unforgettable moment.

Even if Yin Tingxue was bullied and thought he was bad, she would obediently endure it. Only after she had suffered would she feel a little wronged and persuade him not to do that. Chen Yi could never resist her requests. She knew best how to whisper sweet nothings in his ear.

That's why Chen Yi was completely unprepared when he saw Yin Tingxue, which is why the sword just now almost pierced him through.

The girl took a couple of deep breaths, her eyes narrowed, and she stared coldly at the man in front of her.

Chen Yi was also looking at her. After regaining his senses, he lowered his eyes and held his sword horizontally in front of him.

"phantom?"

"phantom?"

The two blurted it out almost simultaneously.

Chen Yi frowned slightly, feeling uncertain for a moment. The girl opposite him seemed to be focused as well, and she vaguely heard that Chen Yi's emotions were similar to hers.

Yin Tingxue gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her eyes filled with murderous intent, aside from surprise and doubt.

He should have been dead already...

Seeing the girl's apprehension, Chen Yi was puzzled. He couldn't help but wonder if he had truly wished for Yin Tingxue to come to him, or if what he was seeing was just an illusion created by the world of ignorance.
His thoughts truly reached Yin Tingxue's ears, and the girl's eyes sharpened as if she had understood something.

Yes, he is indeed dead.

She killed him with her own hands, there's no mistake about that, and the man before her was nothing more than an illusion from a world of ignorance.

Thinking of this, Yin Tingxue gripped her sword tighter and lowered her body slightly, like an arrow about to be released from a bow, poised to strike.

Chen Yi paused slightly; the killing intent in her eyes had an unexpectedly familiar quality.

He frowned and almost instinctively said, "Yin Tingxue, what's wrong with you? Are you itching for a beating, just like your sister Weiying?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the figure suddenly sprang up, his sword flashing like a streak of black lightning as he attacked.

In an instant, the sword was aimed straight at his face. Chen Yi dodged to the side, the blade grazing his chest and cutting through the wind. Before the wind had even stopped, Yin Tingxue's sword slashed horizontally again, aiming straight for his throat.

When did the little fox become so powerful?

The thought flashed through Chen Yi's mind, and he frowned. In just a few breaths of fighting, he could see that Yin Tingxue's martial arts level was extraordinary. The swordsmanship of Yinjian Mountain was not something that could be learned quickly. Even if she had the ability to hear clearly, it would be impossible for her to have honed her skills to this level in such a short time. This one sword strike alone was already close to the third rank.

Chen Yi raised his sword to parry, and the two swords clashed with a piercing friction sound. He exerted force with his wrist, pressing her sword down by half an inch, and then slid down to cut her hand holding the sword.

Yin Tingxue stepped back and withdrew her wrist, the sword tip swirling back, deflecting the attack while simultaneously stabbing towards his heart.

"Are you serious?" Chen Yi blocked and retreated, the sword light weaving a silver net in front of him.

Yin Tingxue did not answer, but her offensive intensified.

Her swordsmanship was even more ruthless than he remembered. Each strike was concise and deadly, without any fancy moves. Chen Yi was familiar with the swordsmanship of Yin Jian Shan, but he had never seen such a ruthless change of moves. At this moment, it seemed as if she was determined to take his life.

The sword tip grazed his throat again, and Chen Yi's expression finally darkened completely.

He no longer yielded, and his sword stance suddenly changed from defense to offense. The sound of metal clashing was as dense as a sudden rain, and sparks flew everywhere in the dimly lit hall.

The two swords clashed again, and the two men faced each other in a stalemate, the blades scraping together with a hissing sound.

Chen Yi stared into her eyes and said coldly, "You want to kill me?"

Yin Tingxue suddenly exerted force with her wrist, shaking off his sword, and then thrust forward again: "You should have died long ago."

Chen spun around to avoid it, the sword grazing his ribs and drawing a string of blood beads. He felt a slight pain, but taking advantage of her momentum, he slashed at her shoulder with his sword.

Yin Tingxue was a little slow in returning to defend, and her sleeve was slashed. Chen Yi quickly stopped his sword strike to prevent her from being injured.

The two stepped back half a step, panting as they looked at each other.

Yin Tingxue glanced at the gash on her shoulder, her eyes growing even colder.

“Illusions don’t bleed.” Chen Yi flicked the sword in his hand. “I am not an illusion, and neither are you.”

Yin Tingxue tightened her grip on her sword, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by killing intent. She raised her sword again, the tip trembling slightly, poised to strike.
"Who knew I wasn't in an illusion?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi suddenly stepped forward, abandoning defense and launching a counterattack, his sword light cascading down like a waterfall.

Yin Tingxue tried to block the attack from the left and right, but the shock made her hands go numb, and her eyes showed even greater astonishment.

As their swords clashed, Chen Yi suddenly changed his move, flicking the tip of his sword upwards to strike her wrist. Yin Tingxue cried out in pain and released her grip. Before the sword hit the ground, she quickly switched hands to catch it, leaped back two steps, and regained her stance.

“Stop,” Chen Yi said mockingly, pointing his sword at the ground. “With a face like yours, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Yin Tingxue was panting, the tip of her sword drooping slightly. She looked at his standing figure, at that familiar expression, and at that teasing tone, and her hand began to tremble.

She did not release the sword in her hand, but slowly raised it.

“I killed you,” she murmured. “I watched you die with my own eyes.”

Chen Yi slowly sheathed his sword, then suddenly paused, took a step forward, and asked, "When did this happen?"

Yin Tingxue raised her head, the murderous intent in her eyes fading slightly, replaced by utter confusion. "Just yesterday."

The two looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly realized something and looked around the dimly lit hall.

here it is…

The world of ignorance.

Chen Yi snapped out of his reverie and was about to speak when Yin Tingxue asked first:

"You... are you someone I created by making my wishes come true?"

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

After a while.

The dimly lit hall remained dim, with only the lamps in front of it burning brightly. Yet, the dimness persisted, and the flickering lamplight did not elongate the shadows; the fire seemed like an artificial flame.

Yin Tingxue kept her eyes closed, her expression shifting slightly, sometimes relaxed, sometimes tense, sometimes furrowed, sometimes calm. After a while, she seemed a little dazed and glanced at Chen Yi. When Chen Yi returned her glance, she immediately became alert, her hand already reaching for the hilt of her sword.

"Heh." Chen Yi couldn't help but chuckle.

Yin Tingxue remained wary and slowly asked, "Now that we're in the World of Ignorance, do you think I'm someone you can control?"

“Yes, I’ve been thinking about you the whole time,” Chen Yi said casually.

Yin Tingxue's eyes flashed with even more murderous intent, but she quickly calmed them down as she tried to suppress the turmoil in her heart and let her thoughts settle.

Chen Yi should indeed be dead.

She finally avenged her long-standing grudge and resolved a knot in her heart, while he died at her hands, without a doubt.

Therefore, the Chen Yi before her was probably just a product of her wishful thinking.

Having been in the religion for many years and being a holy woman, how could Yin Tingxue not have heard the various rumors about the world of ignorance, far more than the mere fragments known to ordinary believers?

"Little fox...you thought of..."

Before Chen Yi could finish speaking, Yin Tingxue suddenly sprang to her feet, her beautiful eyes filled with anger, her sword pointed directly at Chen Yi's throat.
Are you trying to disgust me?

Chen Yi took a half step back, frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then smiled to show that he meant no harm.
"I don't mean to disgust you, that's what I call you."

Many years have passed, and Chen Yi has long forgotten that deep-seated hatred. Her murderous face has gradually become blurred, turning into a trivial footnote. He has even forgotten the grudge between the two of them, no longer mentioning it, but treating it as a joke. She is his little fox, and always will be.

Its temperament is completely different from that of a soft and cuddly little fox.

This version of Yin Tingxue has more of the air of a holy maiden of the demonic sect. She would draw her sword at the slightest disagreement, and it would only take the head off her enemy in the blink of an eye.

When Chen Yi had these thoughts, he deliberately made a hand seal to block the Heavenly Ear's eavesdropping.

Yin Tingxue was unaware of his thoughts at the moment. If she had known, she probably would have really stabbed him with her sword, and a fight would have been inevitable. Seeing that Chen Yi had nothing to say, she slowly sheathed her sword.

Chen Yi didn't know why his wish had come true and Yin Tingxue had appeared like this, but no matter what kind of Yin Tingxue she was, she was still Yin Tingxue. He slowly said:

"Neither you nor I want to be trapped here. We don't need to dwell on who was created by whose wishful thinking. How about we find a way out of this world of ignorance first?"

After frowning, Yin Tingxue pondered seriously for a moment before reluctantly nodding and saying, "Okay."

Chen Yi's eyes brightened slightly, but he was also a little worried that this demonized little fox might be plotting to stab him in the back. However, he had no other choice at the moment, and he couldn't bring himself to attack her.

Those who still keep their bodies are like this: they can give up everything, but they can't give up the word "love".

Even if what I see is just an illusion, I can't bear to let it go.

Yin Tingxue remained silent, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the hilt of her sword. The dim light in the hall fell on her profile, outlining a taut curve.

“There is a forbidden area behind Gaoliang Mountain,” she finally spoke, her voice a few decibels lower than before, “It is said to be the place where the Mighty Saintess went into seclusion. She has long since left the Divine Cult and guards the Five Poison Dead Tree alone.”

Chen Yi's eyebrows twitched slightly. The Mighty Saintess, wasn't that the old Saintess who had been missing for so long? Chen Yi hadn't seen her since entering the World of Ignorance, which was a clue worth noting.

"Where is the forbidden area?" he asked.

Yin Tingxue pursed her lips, her gaze sweeping over the sword at his waist before quickly shifting away, clearly still wary.

“If you don’t trust me,” Chen Yi seemed to see her concerns, and lazily crossed his arms and leaned against a stone pillar, “you can just point me in a direction, and I’ll go out and explore on my own. From now on, we’ll go our separate ways and have nothing to do with each other.”

Yin Tingxue shook her head, her tone leaving no room for doubt: "Only the Holy Maiden can open the forbidden area; you cannot go alone."

What's inside?

"I don't know," she answered readily, but her eyes flickered slightly. "I've never been inside."

Chen Yi chuckled and gestured for them to follow: "Then I'll trouble you to lead the way."

Yin Tingxue said no more and turned to leave. Chen Yi followed at a leisurely pace, always keeping a distance of three steps.

The two walked along a desolate path in Gaoliang Mountain.

The wind rustled through the bare branches, and Yin Tingxue walked with steady steps and calm breaths, but the gaze behind her was as if it were a physical object, sticking to her, from her arms to her back, then sliding to her legs, and finally stopping between her waist and hips, with undisguised intimacy.

Her knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, her killing intent like a cold flame, licking at her chest inch by inch.

"Very well," she thought, "once I enter the forbidden area, I will personally end this illusion."

She hadn't actually told the whole story just now.

Forbidden Land? She has been there more than once. If she hadn't entered the forbidden land with the intention of dying, how could she have honed her swordsmanship to this level in just a few years and repaired the broken Bridge of Immortality?

Even with the ability to hear clearly, it would be impossible to break through so quickly without the right opportunity.

Another thing she didn't fully reveal was that only a saintess who retained her primordial yin essence could open the forbidden gate. She didn't make it clear to avoid him having any inappropriate feelings.

The forbidden gate is embedded deep in the mountain. The palace built of huge stones stands silently, as if it has been breathing with the mountain for millions of years. The gate is etched with intricate and ancient patterns, which have been blurred by the weathering of time, and dry moss is wrapped around the gaps.

Yin Tingxue stepped forward slowly and placed her palm on the cold stone door.

"Stay close to me," she instructed, turning her head to the side, her voice devoid of emotion.

Chen Yi nodded and stood quietly to the side.

One breath, two breaths, ten breaths...

Time slipped by, and only the sound of the wind could be heard outside the door.

Chen Yi frowned slightly. What? Still no response?
Yin Tingxue frowned, the stone door beneath her palm remained silent and lifeless, offering no response whatsoever.

She increased her strength, her inner energy surging, but the stone gate remained unmoved.

...This shouldn't be the case.

She was the chosen saintess, with no flaws in her bloodline or cultivation techniques, and had successfully entered the realm before... Where exactly did things go wrong?
In a flash, she raised her finger and quickly formed a divination gesture. As her inner energy circulated, she felt a faint emptiness at her Mingmen point, as if some foundation had quietly collapsed.

Yin Tingxue froze, a look of horror suddenly surging in her eyes, like ice cracking.

...How did she lose her virginity?!
A hazy yet intense memory surged forth, causing the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Cult to freeze in place as scenes flooded into her mind like a tidal wave.

In the video, he gently caresses her, and she instinctively hugs him tighter.

"Oh, is that so? How beautiful!"

"Mother, Xuexue is a flower that blooms in an instant."

(End of this chapter)