My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 816 - 508: Sleepless Nights on the Flower Boat (Double-Length) (Part 2)
Along the way, Chen Yi had mentioned it many times already, and Yin Tingxue felt somewhat aggrieved, but she still replied softly, "You are unhappy."
"I’m unhappy. Does my unhappiness mean you can be deceived by others? I’m unhappy that you’re not pleasing me like before?"
Yin Tingxue shrank her neck a bit, whispering, "But my monthly cycle started these past few days..."
She naturally knew how to please him; her husband was always weak to her charms in bed. It’s just that Yin Tingxue didn’t like that and always felt unbearable shame. Besides, with her period these days, she wanted to give him a gift instead.
Born into a noble family, she didn’t know the value of daily necessities, and bought a Spring Card, only to be swindled out of ten taels of silver.
The disciples of Yin Sword Mountain, whether from the outer or inner sect, received set, monthly allowances; not much, just enough for daily items, amounting to one thousand coins per month, three thousand at year-end, which translates to only fifteen taels annually.
How small is this amount actually? Ordinary laborers in town earn from one hundred to three hundred coins per day, for a minimum of three taels a month. And a single farmer cultivating ten acres of land yields twenty taels annually.
In the past, serving as a household in the Capital City, having cut ties with the Lower Body, monetary desires were nonexistent, and Chen Yi would spend without restraint, never caring about costs. But this time, Yin Tingxue being deceived of merely ten taels of silver disturbed Chen Yi greatly.
This was Yin Tingxue’s private money, and now more than half was gone.
Chen Yi lowered his gaze, seeing Yin Tingxue’s somewhat timid appearance, the anger blocked and ultimately sighed, saying, "Don’t spend money on me frivolously in the future, understand?"
"Understood." Yin Tingxue agreed swiftly.
After a while, noticing Chen Yi’s frowned expression relaxed, she asked again, "Are you still angry? Please don’t be angry."
Chen Yi couldn’t stay angry, and gently replied, "Not angry, not angry."
.......
The night grew deeper, the county town now under curfew, the two rested in an inn, laying down clothed. Yin Tingxue fell asleep early, while Chen Yi closed his eyes, striving to sleep for a good while, eventually pacing about the guest room.
Damn it, the more he thought, the angrier he became!
Chen Yi lowered his gaze, wishing the fortune teller would repay it a hundredfold.
But the person had fled along the water route to unknown whereabouts. If Chen Yi wanted to chase the soul for revenge, he could catch up, though it might delay him for a month.
Helplessly, he could only push open the window to catch some cold air.
The passing airflow mixed with yin energy.
Chen Yi perceived something, lifting his gaze.
Muttering an incantation, a spectral halo appeared around Chen Yi, resembling official robes. After a while, he looked up.
He saw a lone wandering ghost wandering the streets.
Clad in Daoist robes, a mixed-yarn cap on his head, with the Eight Diagrams Plate hanging at his waist, leading incense atop his head. His appearance seemed ethereal and dignified, yet the reality was craftiness and shifty-eyed; wasn’t this the fortune teller?
Chen Yi smirked slightly and sprang out.
That wandering ghost noticed the City God’s robes from afar, and the endless resentment in his muddled mind surged immediately, bowing down.
"City God, City God, I died so tragically! Please, City God, seek justice for the commoner!"
The City God did not evade, but came face to face.
Lu Qun moved deeply and wailed, "The heavens have eyes, the heavens have eyes, the commoner only seeks justice, only seeks..."
He slightly looked up, seeing, wasn’t it the man he met before?
Chen Yi smiled and said, "Indeed, the heavens have eyes."
Lu Qun’s soul again screamed in horror, the voice shrill enough to raise the chilling wind.
Bang!
As it is often said, the swindlers are afraid of King Yan, the fake Taoist now met the true City God.
......
Though Lu Qun was restrained, his soul huddled in a ball, Chen Yi still felt uncomfortable.
Lu Qun, after all, did not die by his hand. Chen Yi felt a gloom, unvented.
Upon hearing from his mouth about the demon ship, well then, he could vanquish demons and exorcise evil together.
"Where is this demon ship you mentioned?"
Lu Qun shivered, cheeks pale, crawling on the ground and said, "...City God, are you really willing to uphold justice for me?"
"You swindled my money; that’s one matter. I uphold justice for you; that’s another." Chen Yi replied indifferently.
Hearing this, Lu Qun urgently cried out, "Just, just at Tangxi Port... just at Tangxi Port, I died so tragically....."
"Shut up."
Chen Yi raised a finger and pressed, Lu Qun immediately felt a soul-tugging intense pain, collapsing on the ground.
......
The next morning, Chen Yi had Yin Tingxue stay at the inn. He travelled fast, covering several dozen miles, and by dusk, he saw brightly lit buildings along the riverbank.
Approaching curfew, the flower boat lights showed no signs of dimming. With permission from the county official, there was no need to observe the curfew; the lantern-lit wine alleys remained sleeplessly bustling.
Chen Yi stepped inside, hearing silver bell-like laughter.
"Good sir, if you come at this time, you can’t hear any performance."
"I have money." Chen Yi pulled out a tael of silver.
"...See how impatient the gentleman is, this lady wasn’t finished, can’t hear the performance, but can spend the night."
Saying this, the woman led Chen Yi into the hall.
The feast reached its climax, countless guests in the hall, calling each other brother; at the center, on a high platform, curtains hung on both sides, dancers dressed in sheer gauze with alluring figures, capturing hearts with each glance and smile.
Pipa, skin drum, lively songs and dances, spine, waist, full breasts, and plump hips glistened under bright lights, showcasing slick flesh, the dance movements were highly difficult and bold, displaying primitive overflowing vitality.
Everyone in the hall watched heatedly, captivated, forgetting to cheer, barely able to utter senseless sighs.
Layer by layer, gauze fell away, swirling lights entered depths within, more dancers joined the stage, dancing together, colored silk skirts fell, jewels shimmered, emitting sounds like exchanging cups, bright rain seemed to fall.
Snow-white waist moving with force, abundant skin like honey trickled.
The guests in the hall were utterly entranced.
The fewer the clothes, the slower the dance; the fewer the clothes, the faster the dance; moving figures blurred details, only whites and reds appeared, as if covered by thin gauze.
Appearing and disappearing, most alluring.
The guests in the hall were all drunk, all enchanted, all dazed, unable to resist the impact, showering money, broken silver and silver notes mingling in mid-air like a white rain shower.
Fortunately, Chen Yi, broad-minded and with great self-control, maintained his lower body.
Not spending a penny.
After the dance ended, the dancers came down from the stage, approached the guests, cradling arms, pulling people to the bedrooms one by one. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Chen Yi remained seated, calm, as the room emptied out, another woman stepped forward, fragrant with sweat, her face more beautiful than the others by leaps and bounds.
She must be the top courtesan here.
The top courtesan spoke gently, "Why is the gentleman so stingy, watching a dance without spending a dime?"
Chen Yi slightly raised a brow, gazed at such beauty, smiling, "Since I’ve paid for entry, is there reason to pay extra?"
"Speaking like that... turns out the gentleman is a miser." The top courtesan breathed orchid-like, her body came closer, "I must find a way to make the gentleman spend lavishly."
Her breath carried mesmerizing temptation, stirring the soul, the top courtesan, who even one thousand coins couldn’t invite, attracted him with abundant yang energy not swayed, so the top courtesan personally came to invite him as an inner guest.
Chen Yi’s gaze turned dreamy, "I’ve heard an hour of spring night... is worth a thousand gold."
The top courtesan smiled charmingly, "That’s certainly the case. This lady’s natural body is cold, needing some... yang energy."
Chen Yi reached into his pouch, pulling out several silver notes handing them over, the top courtesan watched his eyes fixedly, watching that... incredibly rich yang energy.
Bang!
When the silver notes reached her heart, suddenly transformed into a pitch-black long sword, the top courtesan widened eyes in disbelief.
Blood slowly dripped from the sword tip, Chen Yi slowly said:
"Sadly... I’ve recently practiced great self-control."
Lately he didn’t even think about Yin Weiyin, how could he fall for such superficial beauty trap?
