My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion Chapter 680 446: Merely the Best in the World (Two in One)2

Although the Supre Forget Love Technique could calm her emotions, Yin Weiyin thought about it and decided—wouldn't that just be too cowardly?

So, she sulked for an entire night. This morning, upon seeing Min Ning leave, she followed and arrived here.

Take a look at what she witnessed—Min Ning was talking to herself. No need to think twice; it was obviously the joy of their reunion clouding her mind.

There it goes again—this "Condor" from The Return of the Condor Heroes has gone mad… turned into a silly condor.

Yin Weiyin didn't make a sound, choosing instead to silently observe.

Min Ning remained quiet as the damp wind swept across her face, bringing with it a heavy sky. With unwavering focus on the blade edges before her, she subconsciously moved her wrist.

Only after a long while did she realize—belatedly—that she had drawn her sword. Though the sky remained dark as water, the sword sparkled with radiant light.

Min Ning stepped forward and slashed out a strike.

The sound of the blade cutting through air stirred her surroundings, but before her stood nothing—only scattered winds and fallen leaves.

Yin Weiyin watched this unfold and sighed inwardly: "She's truly gone mad."

After these words of lant, she silently departed, no longer watching.

Min Ning's sword montum remained persistent, her footwork light, her movent agile like a swimming fish. The Wind Cloud Sword swept fiercely in her hand—each multiple turn of her body ending with a slash upward into the sky, rippling through the air like tempest and storm.

In the corners of her phoenix eyes appeared the image of another figure—this one carried a sword on his back and a blade at his side.

Like a mirage, drawn sword against drawn sword.

This apparition was crafted from the countless blade and sword scars etched into mory—the image of "Chen Yi," his entire being caked in bloodied mud, his robes flailing wildly in the wind, casting a black shadow over half the sky. He stood wielding his sword, resembling… a deep, ravenous vortex.

Devouring many things, many lives,

nearly swallowing everything.

...…

Chen Yi returned from the summit.

Seeing Wu Buxu's face offered little worth saying.

At first, the mountaintop appeared desolate,

but when the fierce winds swept across, the wild reeds bent low in submission, revealing amidst the pale vastness a lone, withered and lancholy silhouette.

Chen Yi cast a deep glance at him but did not speak.

Wu Buxu also remained silent.

Shortly after, Chen Yi departed from the endless cetery of swords and walked down from the mountain peak.

His figure was shrouded in the boundless expanse of the world, clad in black robes blotched with the stains of faded blood.

In his heart, there was only one thought:

If Zhou Yitang could do it, then surely he could as well,

and he would do even better.

Facing the darkening skies, Chen Yi muttered softly, "First under heaven, nothing more."

The world rested in an empty solitude. On the mountain road, a trail of steps—so shallow, so deep— lingered until Chen Yi had left, and the old man returned to his obscurity within the swaying reeds.

Wu Buxu's lips quivered faintly, as though he too were murmuring…

First under heaven, nothing more.

...…

Under the heavy pressure of the seven-day challenge and having seen the Qingxiao Swordsmanship inscribed on the stone wall, Lu Ying unexpectedly had a rare good dream.

In her dream, there were no swords, no bloodshed. She had returned to Cangwu Peak at Yin Sword Mountain, where disciples of all ranks gathered in a lively assembly. She was held in her master's arms, gazing around idly when she caught sight of her junior disciple staring directly at her.

With an expression full of jealousy.

She tried hard to recall—and rembered her junior disciple was nad Chen Yi.

He seed upset, running off in a huff. Lu Ying didn't even know what ca over her, but she impulsively chased after him.

No problem—it's a chase, after all, only a dream.

Lu Ying quickly caught up with her junior disciple. He was standing at the edge of a cliff, looking as if he ant to jump.

Terrified, she darted forward to grab him, forcibly pulling him back. Suddenly, she started crying in her dream, tearfully questioning why he wanted to jump—what could be so hard to bear? She didn't expect the answer that followed; instead, his response startled her. The junior disciple admitted he liked her.

It turned out that his gaze hadn't been one of jealousy but of affection—a love carved deep into his bones.

She was naïve, after all, mistaking that level of intensity for envy.

Lu Ying initially planned to refuse him, but her junior disciple pressed his head toward the cliff again, threatening to jump unless she spoke the truth. If she admitted not liking him, he'd jump; if she said she liked him, he'd still jump. Lu Ying found herself utterly helpless, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassnt.

She had no choice but to mumble, "Chen Yi, I might... maybe like you, just a little bit."

Vague images showed Chen Yi leaning closer—his face suddenly crisp in clarity within the dream—but Lu Ying knew this was just a dream; otherwise, Chen Yi couldn't have abruptly appeared this way.

He asked, "Really?"

Lu Ying blinked playfully and replied, "Of course. You never noticed? Guess I hid it too well."

"…Mm, you hid it well."

The junior disciple paused for a good while, his tone carrying a strange complexity.

Lu Ying couldn't help but wonder why he didn't seem particularly happy. Was he truly upset? She wanted to observe more closely, as her consciousness gradually woke up. Opening her eyes fully, she froze for a mont—then widened them in alarm.

Chen Yi greeted her with a smile.

Cold sweat ran down Lu Ying's spine; her blood felt frozen for a split second before it surged back, burning her cheeks red.

"What are you doing here?!"

Lu Ying scread in panic, shoving forward abruptly. Chen Yi stumbled back, landing directly on the ground.

The esteed first sword disciple was left completely embarrassed, panting heavily until he got back on his feet. Before Lu Ying could scold or explain, Chen Yi promptly said:

"It's just a dream, right?"

Lu Ying hesitated, then nodded fervently: "Yes."

"In dreams, people spout nonsense—and it's never genuine, isn't that so?" Chen Yi paused and used himself as an example, "In my dreams, I've said plenty of nonsense, like how I love cats and dogs or sothing."

Lu Ying froze montarily. How could he have preemptively voiced everything she was about to say?

Oh well. That was more or less the point she wanted to make… She nodded slightly.

Chen Yi sighed imdiately, "I knew it. Senior sister couldn't possibly like ."

He didn't dare laugh, fearing it might provoke Lu Ying's defiance.

Hearing his sigh, Lu Ying felt a surge of teenage arrogance welling up inside her, restraining herself from mocking him outright, saying:

"Of course I don't like you."

"Mm…"

"I only dreamt of you attempting suicide on a cliff, so I spoke comfortingly. You… shouldn't overthink it."

"I won't overthink."

"Good. So long as you understand—you're one of Master's unofficial disciples, you must rember that Yin Sword Mountain forbids its disciples from seeking romantic partners. Our focus must remain solely on swordsmanship," Lu Ying paused, seemingly concerned about Chen Yi's heartbreak, then added: "Not because you aren't good enough. Your martial prowess has achieved comndable heights, and more remarkably, your character is fairly decent… You're a good man, understand?"

"Understood," Chen Yi nodded vigorously: "I'm a good man; you're the one who's not good."

"I!" Lu Ying flared up at his remarks, any lingering soft feelings evaporating instantly, snapping: "Fine, I'm the one who's bad!"

Chen Yi remained silent for a long mont before cautiously asking: "Then… everything stays the sa?"

Lu Ying thought it over and nodded slightly.

Maintaining his appearance of mild despair, Chen Yi slowly rose and left the cave, seemingly seeking solitude.

Just after leaving Lu Ying's view, he couldn't hold it in anymore, leaning on a tree and bursting into laughter.

After a long stretch, he exhaled deeply. With that, Lu Ying's fantasies were thoroughly cut off.

When it ca to Lu Ying as the senior sister, despite experiencing two lifetis, Chen Yi did harbor a faint liking—but it was muted, more akin to sibling care.

Besides, whether due to Zhou Yitang's warnings or Yin Weiyin's discontent, neither would allow any relationship to blossom between him and Lu Ying. With both ladies sharing the sa sentint, Chen Yi himself had no intention of crossing boundaries.

While standing still, ready to return to the Abyssal Sword Cave, a figure in Taoist robes erged through the scattered leaves, landing before him.

Last night, she had given Chen Yi the cold shoulder.

Now, her expression hadn't improved much. Yin Weiyin's entire deanor radiated a stark indifference.

Chen Yi knew it was because she was upset that he'd kissed Min Ning directly before her. He didn't offer a defense, instead softening his tone:

"What's wrong, my dear?"

The last two words fell, and Yin Weiyin was montarily stunned, so of her anger dissipating.

She spoke in a slow and deliberate manner: "I have sothing to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Min…" The word reached her lips, but Yin Weiyin rolled her eyes slightly and instead snorted: "First, wear your mask."

She pulled out a pig-faced mask from her hand.

From just that one syllable, Chen Yi couldn't discern anything, so he didn't hesitate in the least and put the mask on.

A completely absurd pig-faced figure appeared before her, and Yin Weiyin felt her irritation ease further, saying:

"Min Ning has gone mad practicing swordsmanship!"

Chen Yi froze, then, in the next mont, whipped around like a gust of wind, spinning out of sight.

Seeing how anxious he was, Yin Weiyin felt slightly discomfited.

He was still wearing the mask…

Who knows, maybe it could rile up Min Ning.

The female crown secretly speculated,

It'd be best if Min Yuechi ends up even crazier!