Chapter 1095: Chapter 610: Paper Flowers Are No Match for Real Ones (Double-Length)

After a short while, the sound of the Little Fox’s "whoosh whoosh" sword swinging came from outside,

and she saw Zhou Yitang enter through the door alone. Instead of heading to the bedroom, she came directly towards her.

The female crown, who was just feeling smug, suddenly felt as if she was facing a great enemy.

The one-armed woman glanced at her,

There had been a warning before at the foot of Dragon and Tiger Mountain that it’s better not to act than to act. This junior always thought about minor clues and deeds over a thousand miles, but she didn’t know that true immortal methods do not involve elaborate schemes but rather moving with the flow. However, with only a bit of cultivation, no matter how things proceeded smoothly at first, they always ended with Chen Yi having the upper hand.

And this warning was not only for personal matters but also for public ones. Yin Weiyin has a special status, which she showed a glimpse of in her youth. Otherwise, the Primordial Monarch Yu Zhen would not have personally come to take her as a disciple. Now, the truth has come to light—she is intended for Taiyi of this world. Though the world has not crumbled to the point where she must be placed on the chessboard, it’s necessary to be prepared for danger in times of peace. Before she grows strong enough to protect herself, the most feared thing is unnecessary actions. Otherwise, Zhou Yitang would not bother her just for this trivial matter.

The one-armed woman remained silent for a moment, and Yin Weiyin felt on edge. Now, this one-armed person is too close to Chen Yi, and she has lost her position. Although she hasn’t exactly been replaced by new ones, their affection is but temporary.

Yin Weiyin’s thoughts were scattered.

Zhou Yitang sneered, "I’m not here to settle scores with you."

Yin Weiyin felt relieved, breathing a sigh of relief. She uneasily recapped all the past calculations in her mind and frowned, composing herself, "Then... what brings you here, Master?"

Zhou Yitang, without looking away, explained slowly, "He wants to head south to seek a way to complete his meridians. He spoke with your master today, and you’ll accompany along the way. Yin Weiyin, I once said your talent is the highest, not empty words. Saying that your opportunities are poor is not an unfair comment. Consider my words as those from an elder: on the road ahead, Tingxue will be cultivating with me, seeking opportunities in Sword Town. You must closely follow Chen Yi. Minor matters can be decided on your own, but for major events, you must seek his advice. Do not act independently."

Yin Weiyin’s gaze was unsettled.

How could she not perceive that while Zhou Yitang’s words were placid, they were undoubtedly honest advice, yet hearing them from this woman inexplicably made her uncomfortable.

Contemplating for a moment, Yin Weiyin asked, "What if there are opportunities on the road?"

"I’ve said, minor matters are self-decided, major ones ask others."

"Minor opportunities don’t catch my eye," Yin Weiyin tried to maintain a calm tone, "What about major opportunities? You and I are both cultivators and know that major opportunities are often hard to find and easy to miss."

The implication was that Chen Yi, as a mere mortal, might not recognize significant opportunities.

"Major opportunities?"

To Yin Weiyin’s surprise, the one-armed woman sneered at the mention,

"Encountering him is your greatest opportunity."

......

Time passed, seemingly slow yet swept by in the blink of an eye.

Three months flew by in the blink of an eye.

With Yin Tingxue’s careful care, the spiritual pills of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, coupled with Zhou Yitang’s occasional visits to Heart Lake to relieve his blood and energy, Chen Yi was not yet able to walk or run, but he had somewhat recovered his vitality.

Henceforth... 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Ah! Why, why did you suddenly hug me... Let go, quickly let go!"

Her feet kicked in the air, and a faint osmanthus fragrance filled the nostrils of the blushing Miss Lin.

"What, can’t I hug you?" Chen Yi smiled.

Lin Wanxiao was just about to retort, but met his undeniable gaze, and her words caught in her throat. She could only murmur softly, "...Scoundrel."

Chen Yi furrowed his brows slightly, giving a light smack.

"Ah! You..."

Lin Wanxiao’s face turned pale quickly, then rapidly flushed again.

"Lin Wanxiao, be sensible. I’m not putting in all that effort to charm you," Chen Yi said casually, "I have many women, and you’re just one of them."

Chen Yi didn’t mind how dismissive those words sounded.

For women like Lin Wanxiao, who hesitated back and forth, constrained by propriety yet unable to make up her mind, Chen Yi wouldn’t give her too many choices, nor would he, like with other women, spend a lot of effort:

With someone as gentle and meek as Yin Tingxue, he would be tender after occasional teasing. With someone like Great Yin, it would be sweet talks followed by ruthless treatment, and with his master, it was playful teasing with both respect and love, but no compromises...

Different women had different approaches, not because of fickleness, but because Chen Yi’s inherently strong demeanor was always constant, only manifested differently.

The young woman’s body trembled slightly in his arms, her chest unintentionally brushing against his.

She knew he would be like this,

but those words were somewhat hurtful.

Chen Yi sensed her movement, giving her time to catch her breath. He stroked her hair and said, "I know my words aren’t sweet, but I’m being clear. You’re the one who needs to adapt to me, understood."

"...Understood..." She was held closer, her chin resting on his shoulder, repeating, "I understand."

"Good, then let’s begin."

"Begin... what?"

"What else?"

With that rhetorical question hanging, Chen Yi’s hands began to move.

Lin Wanxiao’s breathing became rapid, unable to resist or contend, as she realized his strength was overwhelming, making it impossible for her to even think of resisting.

By the time they were on the bed, she seemed to awaken suddenly, kicking in the air like a drowning person struggling.

Chen Yi’s response was utterly unreasonable.

So, the feet kicking in the air slowly straightened...

After half an hour, it was all damp.

It wasn’t that Chen Yi was injured and unable to proceed; after all, he had mostly recovered over these days. It was simply that Miss Lin, experiencing only her second time, truly couldn’t endure the intense treatment.

Lin Wanxiao panted and coughed softly, covering her eyes with her arm, unwilling and afraid to see anything.

Chen Yi chuckled, casually tugging the cover away.

She still kept her eyes closed tightly.

Chen Yi released his grip, uninterested in her, and got up to leave the bedroom.

The morning light filtered through the thin window, casting a delicate glow that left Lin Wanxiao feeling somewhat lost. She didn’t know what she was thinking.

After a while, she heard a knock on the door outside. Xiuhe cautiously entered to help her tidy up the remnants.

Chen Yi stepped out of the hall, went to the courtyard to catch some breeze. The fleeting image of Lin Wanxiao filled then empty form flashed by in his mind, only to fade away quickly.

It wasn’t about much love—just something he couldn’t let go of before, and so he drew her into his embrace.

Chen Yi didn’t dwell on this. Let things flow naturally; he believed in himself after all.

In the wind, he heard some whooshing sounds. Chen Yi thought of something and walked to the back of the courtyard to see Yin Tingxue practicing sword forms under the tree shade, beads of sweat clinging to her forehead.

"Practicing sword again?"

"...Yes, as required by Master Zhou..." Yin Tingxue meticulously repeated the sword momentum.

"No need to practice so diligently, it’s exhausting."

The Little Fox had been so tired these days; Chen Yi saw it and felt it, not only taking good care of him but also following Zhou Yitang’s instructions to cultivate and practice swordplay all day.

"If I don’t practice... Master Zhou will be angry..."

Yin Tingxue continued with the sword momentum, finally stopping after a while.

Chen Yi shook his head helplessly. Yin Tingxue was good at everything, but just too obedient to Zhou Yitang’s words. His heart throbbed with pity. As she stopped her sword momentum, Chen Yi took a few steps to embrace her.

"Ah... I’m sweaty, don’t kiss, it’s dirty..."

He wanted to kiss her little face, and Yin Tingxue was taken aback.

"I don’t mind dirt, it’s fragrant sweat, Little Fox."

"It’s smelly sweat." She was so embarrassed she couldn’t bear it.

"I don’t care."

"Wait... there’s some noise."

Struggling, she spoke.

Chen Yi paused, listening carefully. It wasn’t an excuse from Yin Tingxue to push him away; there really were some sounds.

Judging by the sound...

It seemed Lu Ying had arrived.

... And got into a dispute with Yin Weiyin?