My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1172: Chapter 642: Real Father (Extra 4-in-1) Part 3

Chen Yi’s gaze also fell on those books and dossiers, many pages already yellowed with curled edges, some covers even bore traces of insect damage, evidently from a very distant era.

With such an extensive collection of volumes, Qin Qingluo had clearly devoted a significant amount of effort to reading and researching while he was away.

Qin Qingluo picked up the thickest of them, an ancient text with a cover as black as ink, the pages made a hoarse rustling as she flipped through them. She turned to a middle page, pointing to a vague, roughly drawn woodcut illustration and a few lines of obscure classical text,

"The clues you are tracing point not to ordinary heretics. According to these dust-covered secret records, around fifty years ago, there was a startling division and purge within the Divine Sect, and many of the names and deeds of those involved were either intentionally obscured or recorded in chaos."

As with dynasties chronicling their predecessors, even those histories were filled with biases and smears, let alone the sectarian conflicts within the same sect. Chen Yi nodded slightly, understanding that history is always written by the victors.

"However, some events cannot be hidden away, for instance..." Qin Qingluo paused, then asked, "Do you know who was the heretic that once stood against Gongsun Guan?"

Chen Yi asked in puzzlement, "Who?"

"The Purity Saintess."

Though the words were spoken lightly, they struck like a thunderbolt. freёweɓnovel.com

Chen Yi’s pupils contracted, showing a noticeable expression of shock.

"I was also taken aback upon first hearing this, but upon reflection, it made sense. The succession of the Saintess within the Divine Sect has always been orderly, yet in this generation, why is the Purity Saintess so young?"

Chen Yi composed his startled emotions. With Yin Tingxue, he was no longer enemies from the past, nor were they merely superior and subordinate; she had stopped fleeing, and even grew fond of him. Their affectionate life together had long since buried those words, and he almost forgot that Yin Tingxue was indeed the Purity Saintess, intricately linked to the Ming’an Divine Sect.

Qin Qingluo’s words were not without basis; the wise and mighty Old Saintess duo were both in their seventies or eighties, Zhu E had long been married, while only Yin Tingxue was at least a generation younger. Chen Yi still remembered when he first took her, she was only sixteen in nominal age.

Qin Qingluo had clearly anticipated Chen Yi’s reaction, her fingertip heavily pointing at the woodcut illustration.

Although the picture was vague, a faint silhouette of a woman could be discerned, dressed in the plain white robe symbolic of the Purity Saintess, standing amidst a chaotic whirl of light and shadow, her posture holy and immaculate.

"It’s her, her name has been completely erased within the sect, all records using ’Evil Believer’ or ’Rebellious Goddess’ as substitutes. She seemed to possess extraordinary talent, unmatched in discussions of the sect’s doctrines, even able to reach a standstill with the then Commanding and Insightful Sect Hierarch Gongsun Guan in profound debates, a truly rare occurrence in a century."

Qin Qingluo’s voice was calm, freёweɓnovel.com

"Yet, extreme wisdom brings harm. She dared to question the uniqueness of the Ming Venerable, believing light and dark to be fundamentally one and the same, not merely hanging in the heavens but truly residing within the human heart. Her assertions were groundbreaking, and worse, she even advocated for the heresy that humans could rival the divine, eloquently persuading followers."

Chen Yi remained silent, processing this information.

The faint crackling sound from the burning wick of the solitary lantern, along with the image of the Naxi Elder’s fervor as he crawled towards the "Heart’s Desire Pool," and the vague information about "reviving someone" from the West Ancient Soul Fragments flashed rapidly through Chen Yi’s mind.

"What do you think?" Qin Qingluo noticed his contemplation.

A moment later, Chen Yi spoke, "What I’m considering is... that perhaps those Divine Sect Heretics are not merely seeking the Heart’s Desire Pool for the resurrection of this Purity Saintess, but also that the Heart’s Desire Pool is one of her... sources of power... in any case, it’s certainly a crucial part of her plans."

"Looking at it this way, the World-Holding Bright Envoy’s legacy you seek might be the same," Qin Qingluo naturally concluded, "Otherwise, Gongsun Guan wouldn’t have sent you to find it."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi squinted, suddenly capturing a thread from the actions of the enigmatic Demon Sect Hierarch.

Previously, when he went up the mountain to meet him, the latter neither affirmed nor denied his statements, appearing to subtly reject them. Yet recently, he sent a message through Zhu E, pointing out the purpose of the golden paper. Now it seems, all the mysticism and discussions were merely a ploy, a case of using a borrowed knife to kill."

The flickering glow of the solitary lamp cast shifting shadows on his face,

But why choose to borrow me for this purpose?

A myriad of thoughts swirled through his mind, hard to decipher, as Chen Yi narrowed his eyes, furrowed his brows, and immersed himself in pondering.

Qin Qingluo watched him silently, her gaze steady. Somehow, she found his contemplative look strangely appealing, and her gaze grew even more fixed.

After a while, Chen Yi exhaled a breath and smiled, "No more thinking, just be prepared."

Qin Qingluo contemplated for a moment before asking, "Are you not going up the mountain to question it?"

"No need, I won’t get any answers." Chen Yi replied in a tone as plain as it could be, "If he wants to borrow a knife, I’ll let him see where this knife... will ultimately strike."

Qin Qingluo withdrew her snake-like pupils.

He was a person who would forget his life for small gains, certainly deserving of contempt, and yet, precisely because of this, at this moment, he possessed a certain disregard for life and death.

She kept her emotions hidden, but when it came to beauty, Chen Yi was an incredibly perceptive person.

Chen Yi noticed the cloak placed beside him and casually asked, "Why are you wearing a cloak; is it not hot? Wearing something too thick is not good."

"Martial Artists, upon reaching a certain level, can regulate their temperature; you should know this."

"I am merely wholeheartedly devoted to the Prince, with some concern about potential chaos..." Chen Yi cupped his hands, his tone sincere.