Chapter 1047: Chapter 593: One Night, Two Women? (Quadruple Update Combined)

Chen Yi exhausted all his methods: blade, sword, Thunder Talismans, spells, punches and kicks, body techniques, Peak Stepping Cloud... Despite this, he still couldn’t cut them all down.

He was gradually nearing exhaustion, each movement slower than before.

Chen Yi’s breath started to tremble.

When the sword blade slashed through the throat of the thirty-seventh obsession, Chen Yi’s knee finally hit the gravel heavily. Blood seeped into the blade pattern from his cracked tiger’s mouth, and in the moment the hilt slipped in his palm, three Sword Gangs tore into the tendons of his left leg.

The obsessions would not miss this chance to shred him to pieces.

Chen Yi raised his blade again.

The blade light that could once slice through heaven and earth barely managed to fend off the continuous Sword Qi at this moment. It was only when Chen Yi mechanically spun and chopped that he realized his right arm could no longer raise to the height of his ear, and the Wind-breaking and Rain-cutting, which should have shattered the obsessions, was dodged with a quick sidestep.

One breath fell, another hadn’t been born; his movements were sluggish, and he was utterly exhausted.

Yet the Sword Qi of the obsessions still roared like thunder.

Even though Chen Yi had the Sword Intent World, allowing him to connect through all Sword Intents while within it, this world was on the verge of collapse.

And yet another sweeping sword strike came.

Zhou Yitang, who had been as motionless as a clay sculpture, suddenly had her eyelashes flutter for a moment.

"Enough."

At the moment when Chen Yi fell backwards into the mud, he saw the obsessions from all directions being pushed back like clouds and mist by her, like figures stepping back into a landscape painting. Zhou Yitang slowly descended from mid-air.

Under the interwoven colors, Cangwu Peak returned to its original state of decay and desolation.

The one-armed woman looked down at him, long silent.

Cangwu Peak fell silent again, with ivy climbing the cliffs like mist, and in the distance, withered flowers still swayed under the fir trees.

The mountain breeze blew gently, causing the stones to rustle as if a Changsheng was hidden within the wind, sweeping away the sands layer by layer. Love, hate were not irreversible; old flames rekindled, old hatreds replayed were just a thought away. However, obsessions... obsessions are like dried, weathered ivy, lingering even after death.

After a long silence, Chen Yi broke it first:

"Feeling better?"

"Not completely."

"Then why stop? I haven’t slashed enough."

"You’re hurt."

"...."

Chen Yi exhaled a long breath and tried to prop himself up. She always had a habit of being reticent, responding coldly, which was extremely disappointing, but inadvertently, one could notice that she cared about him.

After a long while, he asked again: "Will retrieving the Ruoque Sword be enough to deal with the Blind Arrow?"

After thinking, Zhou Yitang replied: "Sixty percent, not sure if he has other tricks up his sleeve."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi deeply inhaled the exhaled breath. This was a matter of life and death, Zhou Yitang would not lie to him, this success rate probably accounted for all possible techniques at their disposal. Yet even so, it’s only sixty percent.

What’s more, the Blind Arrow is the tenth in the world, he must have other tricks, and even if he doesn’t, he still has the great figure of the Mother of Non-Birth behind him.

At present, the only path they have is to let Zhou Yitang return to First Grade.

Chen Yi smiled bitterly: "Are your obsessions really necessary?"

There were too many obsessions, thousands upon thousands, and even if Chen Yi poured all his effort into cutting them, it was like a drop in the ocean.

Chen Yi expected her to unreasonably reply "necessary," then shut her mouth in response to follow-up questions. He knew her too well, rarely guessing wrong, but on this instance, he guessed wrong.

"Not necessary," Zhou Yitang said.

Upon hearing this unexpected answer, Chen Yi almost reflexively said: "If not necessary, why not forget them?"

Some things should be forgotten when necessary, should not be kept in mind. Chen Yi felt guilty for the past but would not live in it, whereas she...she...

Chen Yi softly said: "You’ve always wanted to live in the past, right? You want to return to the previous life, for everything to get back on track, preferably when I hadn’t been long up the mountain, Cangwu Peak harmonious, and even the worst days of a broken sword of yours were worth remembering."

Zhou Yitang was silent for a long time, then said: "Not entirely."

After she spoke, the surrounding scenery changed again, alternating between desolation and prosperity, with two Heart Lakes changing unpredictably like drifting clouds and mist.

"I feel like a mason building a house that I’ve dreamt of since childhood, but the final result is just barely satisfactory. The leftover materials are the obsessions." She paused, then suddenly smiled bitterly and said: "Reluctant to completely forget, yet unwilling to actualize them, I have no choice but to leave them here."

Upon hearing this response, Chen Yi was not at all moved or resentful. At this moment, he understood what she meant, and only he could understand.

She also had her desired perfect ending.

Yes, they were too similar...

In another lifetime, they’ve both arrived at the same place.

Chen Yi had nothing to say, leaving only laughter. She looked at him, and they shared a knowing, bitter smile.

......

Away from the Heart Lake, the night breeze whispered past their ears, surrounded by desolation and silence. To avoid disturbance, they sat on a cliff of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, from where they could see the hazy outline of Immortal Water Rock.

Zhou Yitang sat beside him, both of them looking up at the sky, saying nothing.

Moonlight drifted through the clouds, illuminating the mountains. The trees were dim, seemingly nestled against each other, standing atop it all, as the chilly night wind blew, the path home stretched afar under the moonlight.

The wind brushed past her ears, and Zhou Yitang suddenly felt nostalgic.

A forced marriage could never be fulfilled; since her previous life, when their sword was broken, they treated each other like fire and water, mere strangers or foes. Yet, in rare, silent nights, her loneliness and his loneliness somehow communicated.

But Chen Yi was less tolerant of solitude than she was. This time, he broke the silence first:

"Six parts certainty isn’t enough. When facing Blind Arrow later, I’ll think of something..."

Zhou Yitang simply replied with a light "Hmm," as if reluctant to ruin the long-lost tranquility between them.

But Chen Yi was somewhat impatient. He spread out his arms to feel the wind, then, without reserve, said: "You have so many obsessions. Initially, when I faced them, I thought there was only one; so when a second emerged..."

"Speak directly," she interrupted.

Chen Yi blinked, then spoke softly:

"None of the obsessions have faces, but strangely, the second one does; only she does.

Isn’t it... that you couldn’t help but be assimilated for a moment?"

Zhou Yitang turned her head and shot him a glance, her eyes sharp like a knife.

Chen Yi looked completely innocent.

She snorted and said: "So what if I did?"

The one-armed woman never bothered to deceive this little traitor, yet her straightforward admission seemed to bear deeper meaning. Chen Yi always pondered over her words, and now his heart began to race slightly.

In the soundless pondering, Chen Yi moved closer to her, reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist.

Zhou Yitang hesitated a bit, her back still straight, but moments later she silently leaned towards the crook of his arm.

Chen Yi’s eyes glowed gently, leaning in lightly, he tentatively placed a quick, fleeting kiss on her cheek.

Zhou Yitang remained motionless, simply raising her eyes to look at him.

From her consistently calm gaze, Chen Yi understood something; his heartbeat quickened further, had he silently opened the door to her parched Heart Lake?

Had she finally become willing?

The one-armed woman’s lips curled slightly,

like a silent response,

always willing...

The night was rich and deep, and Chen Yi laughed aloud, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other under her knee, lifting her up: "Then let’s go back to our room."

The one-armed woman disliked his unnecessary gesture, responding coldly: "I can walk myself."

"But it’s been a long time since I’ve held you like this."

Zhou Yitang listened in silence, with no one around, she simply let him carry her back...

Her delicate head quietly nestled against his chest, Chen Yi’s heart warmed, his previous exhaustion vanished, and he regained vitality, striding towards the return path.

The night was buried in deep serenity, the surroundings were silent, and no one noticed their intimate, somewhat improper posture. Chen Yi grew proud, until a shadow of a tree unexpectedly flickered ahead.

Someone’s coming?

Chen Yi wondered, when a figure emerged at the corner, dressed simply, hair elegantly pinned with a jade ornament, like a lingering autumn osmanthus carried by the night breeze.

He froze instantly, then became slightly stiff.

Why has Lin Wanxiao come now?!

Wasn’t she supposed to find me tomorrow night?!

In his arms, Zhou Yitang squinted, pushing him away to land on the ground. Chen Yi had just steadied himself, when Lin Wanxiao ran up in the blink of an eye. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

She was panting heavily, gazing at the man she’d been dreaming of day and night.

Chen Yi was dumbstruck, responding: "Th-this... why are you here?"

"Weren’t you the one who asked me to come?" Miss Lin, hearing his question, didn’t hesitate, steeled her heart and said: "You wanted me tonight, didn’t you? Then come and take me! I’m at your disposal!"

Every word trembled, uttered with great effort.

Chen Yi: "?"

He was about to say something, when he felt a piercing cold behind him as if pressed by a sword, a chilling voice echoed:

"Two women in one night, quite the enjoyment, aren’t you?"

Chen Yi staggered, blood surged upwards, he nearly fell, all he could do was stand there, heart filled with despair...

Damn, this-this,

Who’s playing tricks?!