My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 813 - 507: Encounter with the Dragon King (Double-Length - )

The mountain path stretched on and on; from afar, a procession of carriages and horses emerged from the trees, the wheels crushing the roadside weeds, the hoofbeats resonating.

Sitting in the carriage was surely a wealthy young lady.

The floral silk curtain was lifted from inside to outside,

"Miss, come up and sit." Little Chan popped her head out and called.

"I'd rather walk, it's good to exercise."

Dong Gong Ruoshu hopped along every few steps, her strides large, her whole body dressed in red with a fox fur overcoat, just seeing her felt warm; she was like a Year Beast in winter.

Little Chan saw she wouldn't come up and could only shake her head and sigh. Having her master walk below while riding in the carriage herself was quite the peculiar situation. Normally, someone of her stature would share the lavish ride, but this would cause people to question her authority and the lack of family discipline.

However, it was precisely Miss Donggong's nature that made her beloved and respected within the Western Jin Chen Family.

Little Chan gazed at the distant green mountains, recalling events from the past year.

Ever since Chen Yi fled the marriage, Dong Gong Ruoshu had been confined in the palace for a long time, and of course, Little Chan, her close maid, could not escape until the Lonely Smoke Sword appeared in Shantong City. Due to her Western Jin Chen Family status, Dong Gong Ruoshu was finally freed, but Little Chan remained in the palace. After that, Dong Gong Ruoshu was still sent back to the Capital City, but seemingly due to having met Chen Yi, the surveillance on her was relaxed, with fewer people watching her.

Great Yu was now led by the Empress Dowager with no true emperor in power. Everyone knew the little emperor secluded deep in the palace was merely a puppet, with all important matters handled by the Empress Dowager in Jingren Palace. Because of this, the palace was cold, devoid of grand colors, even Little Chan, who was used to hardship, couldn't bear the clouds above the court; the palace had an empress but no emperor, everywhere was a cold palace. Many concubines hoped for the new year, the only time the deep palace would show different colors. Little Chan was affected by this too, hoping for the new year's arrival, but during the New Year, the palace would be at its liveliest when they left for the Capital City, the cold forest en route made her feel the lack of the new year's atmosphere.

However, Miss Donggong felt it was very festive, because she was Miss Donggong, wherever she went, there was jubilation.

"Miss, won't you come up?" The wind made the carriage windows cold, Little Chan's nose itched.

"No, no, you're so annoying." Dong Gong Ruoshu said discontentedly.

"Ah-choo-choo."

Little Chan sneezed.

"Ha, that's karma!" Dong Gong Ruoshu said, her mouth opened so wide that she sneezed herself, "Ah-choo!"

She rubbed her nose, muttering, "This isn't karma, just someone thinking of me."

Little Chan helplessly shook her head, shrinking back into the carriage.

Dong Gong Ruoshu quickened her pace, her legs began to feel a tingling sensation, her thighs sore as she remembered the past year when her enthusiasm for martial arts gained the Empress Dowager's approval; she also urged her to practice well for the thighs, though Dong Gong Ruoshu didn't understand why, more practice wouldn't hurt.

Now, this journey was heading south,

There was unrest with the White Lotus Sect to the south, but Dong Gong Ruoshu wasn't afraid because ignorance is bliss… she knew nothing about the White Lotus Sect so she shouldn't fear.

Moreover, who knows what peace can be found amidst the waves.

Sitting on horseback, Wei Wuque glanced back, shook his head slightly.

Over the slope, and onto the peak, Dong Gong Ruoshu raced quickly downward, becoming a blur ahead, several hundred steps away.

"No need to chase her." Wei Wuque saw some about to move and said.

Given Dong Gong Ruoshu's skills, they couldn't stop her even if they tried.

Soon, she stopped ahead, waving to them.

Wei Wuque gazed afar, urged the horse slightly, intending to speed up, but for some reason... he felt a chill biting at his hand.

Looking around, thin layers of ice crystals formed on the branches and leaves.

The Lantern Festival had passed, near the end of February, spring's chill was undeniable, yet it came a bit fast.

Wei Wuque turned back, took in the scenery along the way.

Hmm…

Why did it seem familiar?

His heart rang alarm bells; he whipped the horse, racing ahead.

Dong Gong Ruoshu saw from afar the end of the mountain path had a derelict temple.

In the wilderness, she hadn't noticed when she ran over, but standing still, she felt shadows stretching out, growing wildly in irregular patterns, the wind rustling through the grass.

The temple's plaque was wound with dead vines.

The temple lay desolate and decayed, full of dead branches and leaves, the main door ajar. Dong Gong Ruoshu approached and looked inside with a bang... the statue's head fell from its body.

How eerie!

Dong Gong Ruoshu laughed heartily, pushed the door and entered.

Upon entering, a sudden spring thunder cracked the sky, the moist earth blasted towards her, sending dead leaves swirling, making the temple appear ghostly white, quickly losing color, with the head on the floor unmoved.

Dong Gong Ruoshu curiously poked her head, wanting to reach out.

Swish!

The statue's pale shut eyes suddenly opened, an icy cold descended on the temple!

Dong Gong Ruoshu shivered, kicked the head.

Bang, the statue's head instantly shattered.

Dong Gong Ruoshu sighed in relief, ready to further inspect the temple on the road.

"Hmm, aren't you scared?"

A slightly puzzled voice came to her ear.