Chapter 1044: Chapter 593: One Night, Two Women? (4-in-1 Bonus)

Zhou Yitang slowly turned sideways, lightly tapping her foot, and leapt into the air, halting her form.

Chen Yi frowned in confusion and asked: "What do you mean by this?"

"The obsession manifests in the Heart Lake, you just deal with it," she said.

As her words fell, a grayish-white figure slowly climbed up from the cracked, dry center of the Heart Lake. It had no facial features, no color around its body, dressed in green clothes, similar in contour to Zhou Yitang.

Chen Yi was greatly astonished. He initially thought he could dispel Zhou Yitang’s obsession with a heart-questioning sword fight, but unexpectedly her obsession was so deep that it had already manifested into a form, only a fine line away from the Heart Demon that scares cultivators...

Fortunately, Zhou Yitang had severed the Three Corpses, and this obsession had no opportunity to become a Heart Demon.

The faceless, formless obsession seemed to be awake not long, its face changing back and forth in color blocks.

Chen Yi gathered his thoughts, and wielded his sword as he approached.

Facing the ever-approaching face, the mottled, surging complexion of the obsession froze, condensing into anger of departure,

"It’s you, it’s you..."

The obsession raised a hand as a sword, slicing downward from above, blasting out Sword Qi over a thousand feet!

She spoke each word with blood-pouring grief,

"...a traitor who betrays the master and ancestors!"

The Sword Qi rushed vastly like a raging white dragon, cracking open a chasm tens of meters deep at Chen Yi’s standing point.

Give a hundred minds to the previous Chen Yi, he couldn’t imagine Zhou Yitang’s obsession could be cultivated to such a degree, where Sword Qi was unleashed recklessly in a huge wave. He didn’t have time for astonishment, instantly darting aside.

He swiftly tapped his foot, executing Peak Stepping Cloud to the limit in a short time, his figure flashing madly in mid-air, each step down accompanied by fierce Sword Qi like a shadow, leaving several gullies behind.

From the high perspective of Zhou Yitang, Chen Yi appeared like a pesky mosquito that couldn’t be hit or caught. Indeed, he had always been so annoying.

The one-armed woman quietly watched the battle in the desolate Heart Lake.

She showed no sign of taking action, not out of unwillingness, but incapacity; obsession, obsession, is indeed attachment, longing, which originally emanated from her, being one with her, cannot self-annihilate, only release.

People often act out of obsession and are also assimilated by it.

Therefore, she cannot act, as action would easily allow obsession to assimilate her, like a healer cannot heal themselves, this is the reason.

The mighty Sword Qi surged for an unknown time, finally reaching its limits. Chen Yi suddenly flew through the air, a torrent rushing beneath him, smashing huge rocks into pieces, within rolling dust, Chen Yi stepped on scattering flying stones, in a blink exploded forward!

Initially, he was just an inconspicuous ink dot, merging into the sky of dust indistinctly, but gradually, chaotic Sword Qi from all directions spun and gathered, forming a rough ink stone. As it approached, the mighty Sword Intent rose like a dragon with claws into the sky!

As if the time has come, heaven and earth both aid him.

The obsession didn’t retreat a step, in surging fiery anger Sword Intent rolled, in a blink pulling out a thousand feet of Sword Qi turning it into a sword blade slicing across the sky, Chen Yi’s form shook mid-air, the sword blade leading the dragon head spun like a full moon, sweeping back over the obsession’s head!

The obsession finally moved, she stepped back sideways, using her finger as a sword swiftly flicking, Sword Gang seemed to change in countless ways in an instant, while the thrusting sword finger stood immovable, the grand Sword Intent dragon collapsed layer by layer, receding within three meters from Chen Yi, the sword momentum was finally exhausted.

Scattered Sword Qi splashed onto Chen Yi’s cheek, cutting streaks of blood, a hint of sweetness splattered at his lips.

It appeared to be three meters away, but actually narrowly close.

Chen Yi seized the opportunity of just one breath exhausted, and one breath yet to begin, and caught her before making the next move, his form suddenly advancing to close proximity, the two instantly engaged in close quarters, each move incredibly swift, the gusts wildly sweeping layer by layer, from above looking down, only two silhouettes fiercely battling unceasingly.

His head of silver hair disordered like splashed ink, Chen Yi’s eyes held only his own sword blade.

Suddenly, a fierce wind shifted and Chen Yi quickly turned sideways, his cheek grazing as strands of hair broke off, the sword finger nearly brushed his cheek, seeing it, he swung his sword turning his hand.

A flash of sword light,

The obsession was slashed across the waist and vanished in smoke, the anger on her face becoming stiff.

Chen Yi let out a long breath, his chest inflating like a bellows and dropping heavily again.

Zhou Yitang’s obsession was far beyond his expectations in strength, even for him, during the exchanges, there were three or four near-death situations, perilously reaching such a state.

Fortunately, the obsession was thus severed.

After exhaling the final breath, Chen Yi sheathed his sword and turned his gaze, finding the one-armed woman now very close by.

"Why did you suddenly jump here to startle me?" Chen Yi chuckled.

"Are you so easily startled?" she replied.

"Not quite," Chen Yi shook his head, "just easily startled by you."

She pondered for a moment and softly spoke: "Smooth talker, you always are."

Perhaps because the obsession had been resolved, her words bore more liveliness and warmth previously absent, not scolding but chiding.

This time solving her great heart trouble, when she returns to First Grade, Chen Yi wondered if she would still sever her Three Corpses, but at least... the gap between them would lessen somewhat.

Chen Yi turned to gaze at her, the one-armed woman’s serene visage spotless and undeniably beautiful, yet she often didn’t smile, at times appearing rigid like a stone statue.

Their reflections met on the ground, unknowingly drawing closer, Chen Yi’s heart slightly stirred; she silently seemed to have lowered her head a bit.