My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 963 - 554: Missing a Maid (Double-Length)

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The sound of knocking on the wooden door suddenly became urgent!

The members of the White Lotus Sect awoke, pairs of eyes hastily looking up in the dark, unable to figure out the situation. No one dared to act rashly. Several Saint Heirs looked at each other in confusion, swallowing nervously.

They were being knocked on?

Was it those Daoists? At this thought, the hair on the Saint Heirs' necks bristled, their hands instinctively gripping their weapons, ready to spring into action at any moment.

Yet, outside, the commotion abruptly ceased.

Along with it, the sound of the wind, rain, and the breathing from the rooms on both sides also stopped. Just a wall apart, Venerable Red seemed to hear Zhao Tong's heartbeat.

This tense atmosphere had reached its peak of heaviness, and after a long while, someone finally spoke: "...Who?"

The voice came from the Daoists' side, like igniting a torch; voices from the next room started to exchange.

"Who was knocking just now?"

"Did someone really knock? Why didn't we see the door move..."

"It wasn't our door being knocked on? Then which direction was it?"

… Voices rose and fell continuously, their discussion intensifying, while the White Lotus Sect grew increasingly tense and silent, hearts in their throats.

"...Maybe it was just the wind...Let me open the door to check." Trying to lighten the mood, laughter came from that side, "Scaring ourselves, haha."

The Saint Heirs exchanged glances, remained silent for a moment, then inexplicably wanted to join in the laughter.

After an uncertain time, rustling noises from next door indicated that everything had quieted down, and people resumed resting.

The silent members of the White Lotus Sect also slowly sighed in relief, as if everything had finally settled, letting down their guard gradually.

Azure Lotus Adept exhaled and moved his steps again, slowly approaching the door.

The Saint Heirs also started their preparations once more, ready to execute their plan as before.

Just when the door was about to open,

In the corner of Azure Lotus Adept's eye, a head covered in long hair peeked over the wall from the adjacent room.

"Damn it, Infinite Heavenly Venerable, there really is someone!"

A scream erupted, the whole building became turbulent.

In an instant, blades and swords were drawn; both sides simultaneously retreated to opposite sides, immediately engaging in a brief standoff just a wall apart.

Before they could catch their breath,

Bang bang bang!

The urgent knocking resumed.

Unable to restrain himself, Azure Lotus Adept yelled towards the door: "Who's the bull-nosed monk pretending to be a ghost?!"

The door was pushed open along with its latch, and a Taoist figure with a sword and saber unexpectedly stood outside.

...…

The wall had collapsed, with two groups distinctly lined up on either side, weapons in hand, glaring at each other suspiciously. Especially amongst the leaders of both sides, they viewed each other as sworn enemies. In this needle-to-needle atmosphere, it is worth noting that Qing Yuan from Yin Sword Mountain remained the most composed, showing no expression.

The man with the sword and saber stood between the two groups. He glanced at both sides.

Then, he bowed slightly toward the Daoists, "Pleasure to meet, I've long wanted to get to know Master Zhao Tong."

Subsequently, he cupped his hands toward the White Lotus Sect members, "A long time, it feels like years since last seeing the Saint Heirs."

Both sides were on the verge of fighting without a single word, yet he acted like he was familiar and at ease with both sides.

Qing Yuan's eyes glinted with disdain.

Finally, after each leader quickly pondered, someone spoke up.

"Oh, it's this fellow Taoist... I recall, you're Master Tongxuan's nephew?" Zhao Tong said, "Thank you for escorting my sword for Dragon and Tiger Mountain."

The words surprised the White Lotus Sect members, their faces turning pale, but Violet Compassion Sage was the first to react, retorting: "Battalion Commander Chen, what are you standing there for? These self-proclaimed righteous folks certainly won't tolerate us."

At that, the Dragon Tiger Mountain people were equally shocked.

"Isn't that the treasonous Chen Yi, Battalion Commander Chen?"

"It must be him! Carrying a sword and a saber, dressed as a Daoist. He reportedly even killed Anshan Gong before!"

"His crimes are countless, greedy and lecherous, now colluding with the White Lotus Sect! Infamous for all evils, Infinite Heavenly Venerable, this time… it doesn't look good…"

Amidst the escalating accusations from the Daoists, Chen Yi didn't interrupt; people tend to follow the crowd, and even though the voices were calling him infamous, it gave him notoriety, which might deter the two groups from using weapons unnecessarily.

He stood with hands behind his back, wearing a slight smile, remaining steadfast in the face of the cold wind, appearing as a refined gentleman.

"Take it slow…"

Chen Yi stood there with great poise, waiting for both sides to gradually calm down when he suddenly heard a beautiful female cultivator exclaim nervously: "How, how did I meet him here? I heard he's infamous for lust, favoring women, known far and wide as a vile pervert!"

His smile stiffened slightly, nearly slipping.

The conversation veered sharply in another direction, as someone chimed in: "Exactly! People say Battalion Commander Chen is famously lustful and can't even let a bird pass without a brush."

"What you said is true, I constantly saw him holding different women in the White Lotus Sect!"

"Even the White Lotus Sect says it's true, he must be a pervert!"

Chen Yi found it hard to keep his composure. Could someone please explain what sort of frightful reputation this was?

Nevertheless, these words eased the tense atmosphere, shifting both groups' focus onto Chen Yi.

After a while, the noise subsided. Zhao Tong coughed lightly and slowly spoke: "What brings Battalion Commander Chen here?"

"It's not so much a motive as it is, seeing as everyone is here in this strange place, rather than keeping two hearts separated by a wall, why not pull the wall down and unite our effort."

Chen Yi paused,

"Since we're all seeking the same place, if not baring our hearts, at least let's refrain from internal strife and let each keep to themselves."

"The same place?" Violet Compassion Sage asked Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong's eyes flickered briefly and replied, "You're also looking for…"

"The tower, the White Sun Tower."

"It seems it's indeed the same place."

With the dialogue reaching this point, the exchange between the two sides had been set. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Both sides took a look; the Daoists saw the White Lotus Sect's numbers, while the White Lotus Sect noticed the Daoists' strategic advantage, both aware of Chen Yi's stirring presence.

The tension gradually eased, and in this current scenario, no one foolishly spoke of uncompromising righteousness versus evil.

"In that case, we've talked it over, and we needn't fight." That person glanced at both parties.

Zhao Tong collected his gaze and said, "I think we've reached an agreement, I don't know what their intention is."

"We've no particular stance, even if we were to fight, it would wait until we're out of here," Violet Compassion Sage said.

Chen Yi made a gesture, "Good, then I'm reassured..." His tone shifted as he cast a sidelong glance at the Daoists, "However, since this is Dragon and Tiger Mountain's territory and the White Lotus Sect holds no advantage, there should be some assurance."

Zhao Tong frowned slightly; if it involved taking a Heart Demon Oath, it was utterly undoable, yet he still asked, "What does the Battalion Commander want?"

"How about this? I'm short a maid servant, she can serve as a hostage."

No sooner had he spoken, the beautiful female cultivator screamed.

The Daoists all reacted with tension and embarrassment, one after another instinctively protecting the female cultivator.

That reputed infamous pervert pointed.

People were taken aback, and the beautiful female cultivator sensed the delicate atmosphere. As she opened her eyes and checked, it turned out it was a plain-looking female Daoist from Yin Sword Mountain, inexplicably feeling somewhat dejected.

Qing Yuan remained composed, steadily walking toward Chen Yi's pointed finger,

As their gazes met for the first time, Chen Yi saw something in her eyes,

"Interesting, huh!"

She seemed to be sneering.