My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 949 - 549: Your Lord (3-in-1 Bonus - )

The icy touch seeped into his palm, and he suddenly awoke with a start. He hurriedly stood up, but aside from his sword and the Square Land, he found nothing else.

Yin Tingxue and Donggong Ruoshu from the coffin were both gone.

Before Chen Yi could let his mind settle, the voice of the Old Saintess rang in his ears: "You are finally awake?"

"…Where are they?" Chen Yi paused, then asked, "Where is this place?"

He started to calculate with his fingers, yet the divination was obscure, as if a fog enveloped the way forward, and he couldn't calculate any result no matter what.

Chen Yi's expression darkened slightly.

"You won't be able to calculate it," the Old Saintess said calmly. "Don't worry, it's probably fine."

Chen Yi's expression relaxed a bit, but still worried, he asked, "How do you know?"

The Old Saintess snorted and said, "That's why I say the Buddhist and Taoist shops greatly overcharge; asking Buddha, divination? It's not as good as our Divine Sect's divination asking the Ming Venerable."

Only then did Chen Yi feel relieved. The numerous secret techniques of the Divine Sect, though costly, had outstanding effects that he could trust.

The Old Saintess continued, "As for where this is, I don't have an answer… it seems unusual."

At this moment, Chen Yi finally took a good look at his surroundings.

The last scene in his memory was trying his best to fly out of the market with Yin Tingxue and Donggong Ruoshu, but he couldn't break out of Dragon and Tiger Mountain even after what felt like a great distance, nearly meeting his end, only to be dragged back down.

Thus, they fell into this unknown place.

In front of him was… a cave, filled with bone-chilling moisture and an indescribable fishy smell. All Chen Yi could see was eerie darkness without a glimmer of light, as if he were sealed in a pitch-black coffin.

He pulled out a flint, lit a torch, and moved forward slowly without pause.

His surroundings were silent.

Yet whether there were undercurrents, he could not tell.

Ahead… what danger might await?

....

About a quarter of an hour later.

The cave was still filled with moisture and silence, the path lined with ordinary gloom and narrow dampness.

Chen Yi's heart was on edge, not daring to underestimate anything.

Everything was ordinary, precisely because of this ordinariness that Chen Yi's nerves were taut.

The entire market had collapsed and been destroyed, like a heaven-sent punishment, and no matter how he tried, he couldn't escape it. Yet upon waking, he found himself in a cave that seemed all too ordinary?

Chen Yi didn't let his guard down; in the oppressive darkness, he could only hear his own heartbeat.

It seemed that at any moment, from the blind spots in his vision, a dagger might strike from the darkness.

Nerve taut and muscles tense, Chen Yi moved forward step by step, the cave as desolate and quiet as ever, without any anomaly, save for a faint… sound of wind?

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of Chen Yi's neck stood up as he focused on listening.

Something was approaching.

Footsteps rounded the corner—it was… coming towards him!

Chen Yi raised his shoulders, gripping his sword tightly, eyes narrowing like an eagle's focus on the path ahead.

What emerged from around the corner was…

Donggong Ruoshu?

Chen Yi froze for a moment, shining the light in her direction,

She had a shadow.

...….

Yin Weiyin scrutinized Chen Yi's surprised expression.

After falling into this place, she divined for someone and immediately caught some signs. After turning who knows how many corners, she finally saw him.

Clad in mourning clothes, viewed via flying sword, it seemed nothing special, but now with the naked eye, it was glaringly vivid.

Indeed, with the naked eye.

Yin Weiyin sensed Donggong Ruoshu's body, feeling every inch of skin's vivacity, it was unimaginably more comfortable occupying this stupid girl's body than her own.

Whether it was coincidence or fortune, she was controlling the flying sword when suddenly, after a dizzying spin, she raised the sword's tip and ended up in this pitch-black cavern, with the coffin conveniently pinned beneath the flying sword.

Donggong Ruoshu's soul was nowhere to be found.

Yet, the body remained, and Yin Weiyin initially intended to leave with the flying sword, but had a second thought and drove her Primordial Spirit out of the sword into this stupid girl's shell.

In no time at all, she controlled it like her own limb.

It seemed natural, as the Taichua Goddess possessing a mortal body—how easy could it be?

Facing Chen Yi, Yin Weiyin smiled slightly, exuding uncontainable grace.

Chen Yi's expression paused, standing for a long moment before his shoulder trembled slightly.

Yin Weiyin felt perplexed.

Suddenly Chen Yi reacted, hesitated then stepped forward, pulling her into his embrace. Yin Weiyin barely had time to catch his scent before hearing a line by her ear,

"Ruoshu… your soul-loss affliction is finally cured?!"

Yin Weiyin stilled, pupils constricting, and elsewhere miles away, her true self secretly gnashing teeth,

Goodness!

There was indeed a secret affair!

Donggong Ruoshu's body leaned in numbly against Chen Yi, who held her tightly. This embrace was undeniably familiar, which made Yin Weiyin involuntarily nostalgic, yet she was also extremely irate.

"Ruoshu… why are you… not moving again?"

At this line, Yin Weiyin snapped back to her senses. Currently, she didn't know what happened between Chen Yi and Donggong Ruoshu, but it sounded as if Donggong Ruoshu had contracted a soul-loss affliction, with the soul leaving the body and not returning for a long time…

Damn!

She was so focused on probing for an affair that she forgot she had no idea what transpired between them.

If he realized who was inside, then what?

Yin Weiyin suddenly realized the gravity of the situation, shaking awake; she was testing for clues, now feeling as if she didn't sit securely, with a phantom pain in her rear…

Within moments, she stiffened but processed her thoughts quickly.

Chen Yi looked down at this "Donggong Ruoshu."

The possibility of Miss Donggong reanimating was slim, yet possible... so he directly pulled her close.

Although their relationship was close, it was rather a matter of life-and-death bond, like "more than friends, less than lovers," and he and Miss Donggong hadn't reached the extent of casually hugging each other.

Therefore, the one inside… certainly wasn't Miss Donggong…

Chen Yi gently shook her, as if handling fragile porcelain, extremely nervous: "You… why are you… not moving again, soul-loss… acting up again? But where is your… soul?" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Yin Weiyin paused, then shivered slightly before responding, "...Who… who are you… how do you know my name?"

This time, it was Chen Yi's turn to freeze for a moment.

Communing inwardly with the Square Land, he asked the Old Saintess, "What's going on?"

"…I don't know, kid," the Old Saintess paused, speaking with unusual gravity, "do you remember… this girl's body is already an… Immortal Body?"

Even though she had lived over eighty years, having seen thousands of fascinating writings, she only ever encountered some brief mentions in the hidden corners of ancient texts.

Immortal Gods revive with partial souls, not remembering past affairs, likened to newborn infants...

Long after, the Old Saintess took a deep breath and warned solemnly:

"Be careful, kid…"

"There might be a… remarkable presence inside!"

...….

Upon hearing these words, Chen Yi's brows furrowed slightly, but his face showed a mixed expression of sadness and joy,

"You really don't remember?"

The female crown stopped the emotional turmoil in her heart little by little, and shakily replied, "...Remember, remember what?"

Her answer was perfectly timed, rather than saying "don't remember," she asked "remember what?" The brilliance of this response was pivotal, even Yin Weiyin had to quietly applaud herself.

Now, it was up to Chen Yi's response.

Chen Yi's expression was complex, yet sadness eventually took the upper hand, muttering: "How could this be, sigh…"

Donggong Ruoshu displayed a look of bewildered ignorance, indicating she was completely unaware.

Chen Yi's expression softened, gently stroking her back, his voice tender: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here, let's take it slow."

The last three words he repeated silently in his heart.

Take it slow.

"Wha… why are you touching me?"

Facing his gentle strokes, Donggong Ruoshu looked puzzled, recoiling slightly like a timid little beast,

"Who… who are you? To me, who…?"

"Naturally…"

Chen Yi paused,

"I'm your husband."