"Whose intention is this...?" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"His intention." Yin Weiyin said coldly, "If it weren’t so, do you think I’d really want to come looking for you? He is my Golden Boy, not your Daoist companion, so hurry up, clean up and come with me."

In truth, the female crown doesn’t wish to share her husband with others either. They were the golden boy and jade girl, a destined pair. From the time they first met in the Capital City, it was for seeking the Golden Boy together to go up the mountain, becoming a couple envied as the immortal couple. But the world is unpredictable; their story is full of twists and turns, and Chen Yi is too domineering. She had to settle for being the First Lady.

Those words were truly oppressive. Lin Wanxiao, upon hearing them, instead felt a sense of relief, muttering to herself, "It was he who coerced me, not that I, Lin Wanxiao, not that I, Lin Zhenlan, was willing..."

Yin Weiyin saw this scene of self-deception, laughed secretly, thinking how unclear of a woman she was, not as insightful as Yin Weiyin. Since becoming Chen Yi’s concubine, she regained her Taoist Heart, solely aspiring for immortality.

Lin Wanxiao leaned against the wall, trembling as she stood, looking utterly exhausted, which displeased Yin Weiyin. But after a little thought, it was enough.

"It was she who coerced me, not that I, Lin Wanxiao, was willing..." Lin Wanxiao kept repeating, until Yin Weiyin’s words interrupted her thoughts.

"Lin Wanxiao, do you remember you owe me a favor?"

Small maiden came to her senses and silently nodded her head.

She thought that Yin Weiyin might use the favor this time to ask for something, uncertain about what it might be. If it were her with the favor, surely it would be to drive the person away, to monopolize the husband.

Thinking of this, Lin Wanxiao lowered her eyes in desolation. Yin Weiyin couldn’t openly defy Chen Yi, but secretly wanted to use small tricks after a night of deep affection to drive the person away.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her resentment, saying, "After tonight, if you want to drive me away, just drive me away. I don’t want to stay in this awful place. Let me and him forget each other, forget it all and it won’t matter."

"Haha, I actually want to keep you here."

"Wha... what..." Lin Wanxiao’s face turned cold, "You want to keep me here to humiliate me?"

"Humiliate? I just want to give you some blessings, so that he will never abandon you."

Lin Wanxiao didn’t understand, only seeing Yin Weiyin slowly taking out a medicine bottle from her sleeve, saying with a faint voice:

"If you have his child, how do you want the child to live with what status?"

Just a few words, yet laden with meaning, like a tempest striking the heart, Lin Wanxiao’s cheeks lost color instantly, pale as paper. In a panic, she wanted to refuse, but heard a near-coercive statement:

"Remember, you owe me a favor."

........

The cold wind surged wildly through the ravines.

Roaring, howling.

What one sees is an expanse of yellow, sword qi rampaging, a lone figure amidst a thousand obsessions, appearing and disappearing, reflected faintly in Zhou Yitang’s eyes, without sadness or joy, no ripple in the dry Heart Lake.

Only obsession, never-ending obsession.

Chen Yi wielded both knife and sword, weaving through the besieging obsessions back and forth. Each obsession had nearly two or three-tenths of Zhou Yitang’s power, overwhelmingly troublesome. His sword dance was incessant, the surging Sword Intent waxed and waned like waves, seemingly grand but in actuality, was slowly wearing away like water droplet stone penetration.

Woosh!

In an instant, a fierce Sword Gang sliced towards his face.

Chen Yi kicked off, the Hou Kang Sword angled to block it, then followed the sword path to lift the sword edge to the center gate, dispelling an obsession. He hadn’t stopped when from the corner of his eye, he saw another obsession quietly appear diagonally behind to the left, using a hand as a sword, fiercely thrusting out Sword Gang.

He kicked the ground intending to dodge upward, but when he looked up, saw boundless Sword Qi like a sword bladed cliff pressing down, forming a seamless encirclement.

In a flash, there was no escape, nowhere to hide, Chen Yi gritted his teeth and bent his arm, knife and sword in an encompassing dance,

like raising a strong wind, one Sword Qi after another twisted into cords, the scattered Sword Qi tore him bloody, yet pierced within him like living, twisting his innards over, but he gritted his teeth and held on, pushed all Sword Qi outward.

The world seemed to have splattered with ink, clear for a moment.

Soon again submerged by the raging Sword Qi.

Chen Yi’s Sword Intent World could encompass all Sword Intents in the world, it was by this victory over Wu Buxu at the Sword Pool that he could contend with a thousand obsessions for so long, by manipulating the Sword Intent World to slow the Sword Qi, undermining its edge, a natural suppression, which is the reason Zhou Yitang hesitated upon seeing him take a different path.

In this perilous chase, Chen Yi realized how deep and strong this woman’s obsessions were, like a gray-white deluge aiming to engulf everything, even he was a small fish struggling mightily.

Countless emotions, countless thoughts, all marked in her dry Heart Lake, she deeply remembered, obsessions didn’t sow or reap, like wandering walking corpses in this realm of the heart, without souls, without thoughts, without faces, like piled up debris in a corner, not discarded only because she didn’t want to forget.

What a tedious woman!

Harboring such obsessions, her Martial Arts Realm thereby never returning to its peak,

served her right!

Confronting the advancing obsessions, Chen Yi brandished his long sword horizontally,

sword light flaring like a blaze consuming corpses, the continuous obsessions collapsed in the sword light, despite this, countless obsessions still charged using fingers as swords.