My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1211: Chapter 657: My Daoist Companion Became My Enemy (Double-length)

My enemy became my Daoist companion...

My Daoist companion... became my enemy again...

Yin Weiyin found it hard to say anything for a moment, her heart filled with indescribable complex emotions, her brows unwittingly falling into a forlorn expression.

Most women act hesitantly, unable to make decisive choices, but they are always particularly keen when it comes to matters of "emotion." She could see Chen Yi’s indifference.

The intimacy and indulgence of the past seemed to have completely dissipated with the recent events, leaving only scrutiny and alienation.

"Let’s go."

Suddenly hearing this beside her ear, Yin Weiyin snapped back to reality. The colors of the surrounding world had faded like ink and wash painting. Upon turning back, they were already at the Immortal Palace.

Turning again, the trio found themselves within the once magnificent Immortal Palace.

The Immortal Palace had become a ruin.

If one looked around, there were no longer any ethereal immortal mists or dazzling lights. The giant dragon-carved golden pillars were filled with web-like cracks, some even breaking apart, collapsing the painted beams and eaves, revealing the eerie, still sky outside, which was shrouded in gray.

The entire palace was dead silent, decaying, leaving only a ground of desolation, silently telling a story.

Yin Weiyin felt a tightening in her heart, instinctively raising her hand, her fingertips emitting a faint immortal light, trying to fulfill her wish and repair this once "immortal dojo" of hers.

If she could repair even just a bit, perhaps... perhaps she could regain some dignity,

She suddenly thought, if she could restore it to its original state, she would certainly no longer force Chen Yi to comply, but instead, she would explain things clearly...

She was looking out for him back then as well.

However, just as this thought arose, Sword Intent enveloped her entire being like an invisible iron curtain, isolating her completely from the heavens and earth.

Buzz!

The faint immortal light at her fingertips extinguished with a puff, like a candle flame snuffed out by the wind.

Yin Weiyin trembled violently, raising her head in astonishment, meeting Chen Yi’s deep and unfathomable gaze.

He stood there, the Hou Kang Sword remained unsheathed, yet the permeating Sword Intent World conveyed his message clearly.

He did not look at her. His gaze calmly swept over the ruins, yet this silent gaze suffocated Yin Weiyin more than any rebuke, leaving her feeling humiliated...

She wanted to argue, to say she would no longer do such things, to question why not even give her this slight chance, even to beg... but all words formed at the edge of her mouth only to flow away bitterly when meeting those indifferent eyes.

She opened her mouth but ultimately just let her hands fall in despair, thinking, he’s just angry for now, it’s only temporary, it’s best not to argue with him now.

He is so infatuated with her, eventually things will return to how they were.

Chen Yi withdrew his gaze, not wanting to look at Yin Weiyin any longer, nor did he say anything about the ruined Immortal Palace as if it were just an insignificant ruin.

He turned and left, his steps steady, without a trace of reluctance.

Qin Qingluo cast a cold glance at the disheartened Yin Weiyin, a hint of unnoticeable mockery flashing across her serpentine eyes, then she too set off following Chen Yi.

Her footsteps echoed distinctly in the deathly silence of this space, carrying a detached composure of a victor.

Watching the two leave one after the other, Yin Weiyin bit her lower lip, enduring the soreness at her waist and hips, staggering to follow.

The heavy palace doors silently slid open in front of Chen Yi. The view suddenly dropped from the clouds to the ground; outside wasn’t an ethereal realm, but that bizarre, frozen city street.

Everything remained frozen, dead silent, the colors dim and the light dreary.

Only the sound of the three of them walking on the cobblestone path emphasized the inexplicable eeriness of the surroundings.

Chen Yi walked ahead, his sharp gaze scrutinizing the frozen scenes lining both sides of the street, seemingly searching for a clue or an exit, his tall figure radiating a cold unapproachability.

Qin Qingluo followed half a step behind, her Mystic Robe Python Robe hanging heavily in the stagnated air, one hand hovering over her waist, her snake eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings as if ready to deal with any potential threats at any time, having neither the attention nor the interest to focus on the Yin Weiyin behind.

Yin Weiyin trailed at the back, her steps unsteady, her head lowered, gaze falling on the dirt-stained hem of her dress and the damaged tips of her shoes, her eyes briefly losing focus.

The images of the ruined Immortal Palace, the desperate chase around Heart Lake, the fierce storms in the hall, and now Chen Yi’s cold indifference... all these scenes intertwined repeatedly in her mind, leaving her heart tangled and with a heavy, indescribable grievance weighing it down.

She occasionally raised her hand subconsciously, her fingertips curling unconsciously, ultimately reciting the Supreme Forget Love Technique in mind to calm herself.

The street seemed endless, and in this frozen world, only three figures with their minds occupied walked silently onward, with their footsteps echoing in the stillness.

Chen Yi moved forward, reminiscing about what Yin Weiyin had mentioned about the "Light Candle Land." He didn’t know how this world related to it; upon reflection, it was stranger than imagined.

Being able to fulfill one’s wishes here was admittedly nice, yet no matter whether it was Wu Meng, Yang Chongwei, or even Qin Qingluo and himself, the ensuing situations of wish fulfillment were less ideal than imagined, especially Yang Chongwei. After some thought, Chen Yi realized if he were in his shoes, he wouldn’t have ended up trapping himself with the official puppet in such a manner.

Simply put, the style was different.

Yin Weiyin conjured the Immortal Palace into existence, lavish and grand beyond imagination, making even lifeless paper figures vivid, like heavenly immortals. freēwēbnovel.com

In his home... Yin Weiyin, no matter how imaginative, couldn’t change the essence of this world.