My enemies became my companions

Chapter 636 Chen Yi Has a Brilliant Plan (Part Two)

Crimson smoke still burned in the sky. Liu Hanyan leaned against the gnarled old tree roots, tightly holding Yue Tingyun's cold hand. His breath was extremely weak.

The deathly silence in the forest was broken by the explosion of the signal arrow, but it quickly sank into an even more suffocating wait.

"Cough cough... The Prince's henchmen... are damn slow..." Yue Tingyun barely opened his eyes, his voice barely audible, and he didn't forget to make a sarcastic remark.

"Shut up! Save your energy!" Liu Hanyan hissed, her ears alertly listening for any unusual movements in the woods.

Just then, a sound like withered leaves being gently crushed came from behind the dense ferns to their left. It wasn't the wind, nor was it a beast. Liu Hanyan's hair stood on end! She looked up sharply and saw a gaunt figure slowly emerging from the shadows.

It is indeed Wumeng!

His face was expressionless, and his cloudy eyes held only the indifference one would show towards a dead object. He didn't even look at Liu Hanyan; his gaze was fixed directly on the dying Yue Tingyun.

His withered right hand slowly rose, his fingertips swirling with a chilling purplish-black aura. He moved silently, like a vengeful ghost, stepping out of the ferns with a clear objective: to strike at Yue Tingyun's head.

His trail had been exposed, and he wanted to put an end to this trouble completely and erase the last trace.

Liu Hanyan's eyes were bloodshot, and without thinking, she rushed forward to shield Yue Tingyun.

However, she was fast, but Wu Meng was even faster; the withered claws were already close behind.

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A very faint, sharp sound, like cloth being sliced ​​by a blade, tore through the frozen air without warning.

It did not come from outside the forest, nor from the sky, but seemed to burst forth from the void between Wumeng and Yuetingyun.

A condensed, pristine white sword light, like a cold lightning bolt piercing the night sky, or a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan from beyond the heavens, vanished in an instant.

"Ugh!" Wu Meng let out a short and shrill scream. His withered claw-like right hand, along with half of his forearm, was cleanly severed by the sword light. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and no blood gushed out immediately. Strands of sword energy swirled inward like small snakes.

He didn't even see where the sword came from, or who attacked it. In that instant, only one thought filled his mind: escape! Escape at all costs!
Wu Meng, as expected of a seasoned demon, had his survival instinct overcome everything. He endured the excruciating pain of his severed arm, tapping the wound several times with his left hand to stop the bleeding. At the same time, his body shot backward like a broken sack hit by a heavy hammer, crashing through several bushes, and without hesitation fled for his life into the darkest depths of the dense forest.

Liu Hanyan was completely stunned, staring at the severed hand on the ground and then at the direction where Wumeng had disappeared, as if she had just woken up from a bizarre nightmare.

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Deep in the dense forest, in a secluded corner enveloped by the aerial roots of a giant banyan tree.

Wu Meng leaned against the damp, cold tree trunk, panting heavily. The excruciating pain from his severed arm and the loss of blood made his vision blur.

That sword strike… from the Prince's mansion! It must have been a master from the Prince's mansion!
"Fourth rank, at least fourth rank..."

Most of the elders of the Demonic Sect are at the sixth rank, and only the best among them can reach the fifth rank. Wu Meng once reached a bottleneck, but since he betrayed the sect and fled, his realm has stagnated.

It was precisely because he had encountered a bottleneck that he knew the gap between the fifth and sixth ranks was like an insurmountable chasm, and the difference between the fourth and sixth ranks was like heaven and earth.

A flicker of despair flashed in Wu Meng's eyes, which eventually turned into a frenzied resolve.

Fortunately, he was not a pure martial artist, but a member of the Cult of Light and Darkness, and there was still the secret method of spirit writing and summoning spirits to take as an option.

He bit his tongue hard, the sharp pain jolting him awake. Trembling, he used his remaining left hand to dip into the dark red blood seeping from his severed arm, mixed with the insidious power of his palm strike, and drew a complex, heavily exotic talisman.

"Light and darkness share the same origin... life and death share the same path... with my essence and blood, I offer this to the Bright One, to reach the heavens and the underworld..."

His eyes rolled back rapidly, and white smoke rose from the top of his head, as if he were communicating with some being.

Seeking answers through spirit writing is a secret practiced by all members of the Ming An Shen Cult.

Wu Meng's voice was hoarse and broken as he uttered a few words:
"Summon, summon... summon the spirits."

The next moment, his eyes turned from white to black. After his thoughts returned, he didn't dare to delay for a moment. He once again smeared the blood from his severed arm and drew a series of interlocking summoning talismans.

Wu Meng mustered all his strength and recited the incantation again: "Pure air frees the body from its bonds, the wind and clear spirit are released, light, fire, and water are constant, the seven wheels and ten lights bring joy, the seal turns to the garden of the two sons..."

As he finished reciting, his eyes shone brightly, and he uttered the true words, "Yan, Wa, Man, Xi, Di, He, Si, Xi".

The runes on the ground suddenly lit up, not with dazzling light, but with a deep darkness. Two completely opposite yet strangely intertwined streams of air, black and white, rose from the runes like living things, forming a vortex.

Wu Meng held his breath and forced himself to remain calm. Only then did he use acupressure to stop the bleeding. Gazing at the vortex, his previous fear dissipated, replaced by a sense of peace and fervor.

Judging from his aura, he was also a fourth-rank official in his previous life?
In the Gaoliang Mountain area, there is actually a soul that was a fourth-rank official in life!
Without the spirit writing, he would have been decapitated and would not have known that there was a master here who was a fourth-rank expert in life and whose soul did not return to the underworld after death. Wu Meng's face was filled with fanaticism and excitement.

At the center of the vortex, a crack gradually opened, and dense yin energy spread out from it. Then, a faint, semi-transparent human figure slowly "emerged" from the vortex.

It was the figure of a woman, still dressed and looking as she did in life.

The sharp sword intent, belonging to a fourth-rank master and enough to dominate the martial world, permeated the air, exuding a murderous aura. Even with only a remnant soul remaining, it was enough to make a vicious person like Wu Meng feel his heart tremble.

"It's done! Hahaha!" Wu Meng was overjoyed, almost delirious. "A fourth-grade soul! Heaven is on my side! Kill him! Kill that lackey of the Prince's mansion who's chasing us!"

The woman stood there for a long time, then scratched her head and asked with a blank expression, "Who are you?"

Wu Meng paused, sensing something amiss, and asked, "And who are you?"

“I am Donggong Ruoshu.”

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Chen Yi followed the scent of blood as he traversed the forest.

He sensed the sudden burst of primordial energy ripples ahead, his brows furrowed slightly, and he increased his speed even further.

With a few leaps and bounds, he had already chased the giant banyan tree to the dark corner it formed.

He immediately spotted Wumeng, who was leaning against a tree trunk with his face alternating between light and shadow, as well as the undried bloodstains and eerie talisman remnants on the ground.

Then, his gaze froze.

"You want me to help you deal with him?"

Donggong Ruoshu pointed ahead and her eyes lit up.

Wu Meng's expression flickered. This soul, summoned according to the words of the spirit medium, was a fourth-rank spirit in life, yet it was not affected by the talisman and its mind was still quite clear, even somewhat dull.

Not knowing how to communicate with him, yet the man had already arrived before him, Wu Meng nodded slightly.

“Then there’s no need to deal with him,” Donggong Ruoshu said, hands on her hips. “I know him very well.”

Wu Meng was stunned again, as if his whole body had stopped for a moment.

His mouth hung open as he stared at the terrifying female ghost, then at the slightly bewildered expert from the royal palace opposite him. His mind went blank, leaving only an absurd thought roaring wildly, which he kept blurting out, "You...you fucking...know him?! What the hell is going on?!"

After thinking for a moment, Donggong Ruoshu answered seriously:
"I do not know."

Chen Yi snapped out of his daze, looked at the familiar, somewhat clumsy girl in front of him, and hesitated to speak.

Wumeng, however, is on the verge of collapse.

The color drained from his face instantly, his mind buzzing. Donggong Ruoshu's words, "I know him very well" and "I don't know," were like two invisible hammer blows, shattering his last shred of hope and reliance.

Now
"I... surrender..."

With a thud, Wu Meng knelt down, with a resolute air of "what's the use of trying?"
"Don't kill me! I...I have value! I...I'll hand over the fragments of the Sacred Flame Token!"

With his only remaining left hand, he trembled and reached with extreme difficulty into the inner layer of his tattered clothes, stained with blood and mud, his movements cautious as if touching something extremely dangerous. After groping for a moment, he pulled out a flat object, no bigger than half a palm, tightly wrapped in oilcloth.

The oilcloth was also stained with dark red blood, making it look filthy.

Wu Meng threw it with all his might.

Chen Yi didn't pick it up immediately. After confirming that Wu Meng was no longer a threat, he stepped forward, lightly flicked the oilcloth wrapping with his toe, and took it into his hand.

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected gain.

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When Chen Yi reappeared, Liu Hanyan's tense heartstrings relaxed abruptly, only to tighten again the moment she saw the one-armed Wu Meng and the floating, semi-transparent woman following behind him.

“Lord Chen… Lord Chen!” Liu Hanyan instinctively hugged Yue Tingyun tighter, staring warily at Wu Meng, her eyes filled with undisguised hatred and fear.

Yue Tingyun also barely opened his eyes. When he saw Wu Meng, his pupils contracted. He struggled to sit up, but Chen Yi raised his hand to stop him.

“He’s alright for now.” Chen Yi said succinctly, his gaze falling on the increasingly dark palm print on Yue Tingyun’s shoulder, the purple aura almost spreading to his neck. “Wumeng, take a look at his injury.”

Intimidated by Chen Yi's imposing presence, Wu Meng dared not be negligent. Dragging his weakened body, he took a few steps closer and stared intently at Yue Tingyun's wound.

He stretched out his trembling left hand, but did not touch it directly. Instead, he vaguely sensed it a few inches away from the palm print.

A moment later, Wu Meng withdrew his hand, his voice hoarse, "It was...it was the most insidious force of the 'Mysterious Black Poison Palm' that struck...triggered a backlash from his own powerful internal energy...attacking from both inside and outside...the poison has penetrated deep into his meridians, and even...infected the area near his heart..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanyan's face turned ashen, and her body trembled slightly.

Wu Meng took a breath and continued, "Ordinary methods of detoxification... are useless... This palm poison cannot be cured by medicine. It must... it must be guided by pure Yin Sha internal energy, combined with... combined with the unique 'Reverse Meridian Guiding' technique of the Divine Sect, to forcibly guide the internal energy in his body that has been triggered and back into place, while at the same time... to slowly peel away the Yin poison palm force... The process is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful... both of you will die..."

He paused, glanced at Chen Yi's expression, and quickly added, "However... this sir's internal strength is far beyond that of ordinary people... and his will is extremely tenacious... he was able to forcibly suppress the backlash of the poison for so long... If it were anyone else... they would have... would have exploded and died long ago... This... this can be considered... a stroke of luck amidst misfortune..."

There was some truth to that. Yue Tingyun's ability to hold on until now shows he's a tough nut to crack.

"Then...can you cure it?" Liu Hanyan's voice was trembling with tears as she looked anxiously at Wu Meng, then pleaded with Chen Yi.

Wu Meng looked troubled, and was about to use foreign influence to his advantage, but when he caught a glimpse of Chen Yi's sneer, he nodded sharply: "Yes."

"Then let's treat it," Chen Yi said.

After saying that, Wu Meng no longer hesitated, sat cross-legged behind Yue Tingyun, and pressed one palm against two major acupoints on Yue Tingyun's back. A pure and incredibly powerful internal force slowly flowed into Yue Tingyun's body, gradually separating the Xuan Sha Palm Force within.

Yue Tingyun's tightly furrowed brows seemed to relax slightly, and his pained expression eased a little.

The bell also needs to be tied.

Seeing this, Liu Hanyan's tense nerves finally relaxed completely. She knelt down in front of Chen Yi with a "thump," tears streaming down her face.

"Lord Chen, your kindness and virtue are beyond measure! I, Liu Hanyan, will never forget it! If you hadn't arrived in time... my husband and I... would surely be dead today! I, Liu Hanyan, am willing to serve you like an ox or a horse, and repay your kindness with my life!"

Although Yue Tingyun was too weak to speak, she managed to move her lips and silently utter two words: "Thank you."

Chen Yi simply nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "It's our duty, no need for formalities. Keep an eye on him, and also keep an eye on this elder of the Demonic Sect."

After saying that, he gestured for Donggong Ruoshu to come over.

Donggong Ruoshu was unaware of what was going on, but still followed along.

"Why are you here?"

Upon arriving at an open space, Chen Yi asked directly.

"Me? I don't know." Donggong Ruoshu paused, thought for a moment, and then said, "There was a whirlpool for no reason. I was curious and looked into it, so I came down from the mountain."

Chen Yi sighed helplessly. As the saying goes, one should look at a person with new eyes after three days of separation. Now, after more than ten days, the Crown Prince is still the Crown Prince.

On this trip through Gaoliang Mountain, he hadn't been unaware that he might run into Da Yin and Xiao Niang, but it was this silly girl who always managed to get rid of him, and the timing was just too coincidental, making it impossible to avoid her.

"Speaking of which, why haven't I seen you for so long?" Donggong Ruoshu asked, leaning closer.

“I’m working for the Prince’s Palace and I wanted to bring you over, but it’s not the right time.”

If possible, Chen Yi would not want to leave the three women on the mountain. Qin Qingluo has only reluctantly accepted his presence. Their relationship is too fragile to withstand any upheaval. If he were to bring the three women back now to provoke the Queen and create another chaotic situation, he would probably be better off being kicked out.

Moreover, if they were to actually come to the door, Lin Wanguan could still suppress the situation, and Donggong Ruoshu could also give orders to reason with them. But Da Yin, who was always quick to make subtle moves, would definitely not sit still and would definitely confront Qin Qinglu head-on.

When will he be able to bring the three women into the Prince's mansion? The road ahead is long and arduous. Rather than worrying about that, he should first think about how to get Qin Yue to acknowledge him.

Chen Yi fell into thought for a moment.

This two-year-old child is not too young to distinguish right from wrong, nor too old for her mental framework to be fully formed. The reason she doesn't recognize him is not only because she is not close to him, but also because she hates and fears him, this person who suddenly intruded.

She saw him as an enemy.

Now, how can I get her to feel close to me, and how can I prevent her from feeling disgusted or afraid?
Just when they were at their wits' end.

Donggong Ruoshu leaned closer and stared intently at Chen Yi, as if trying to see what he was thinking.

As Chen Yi gazed at her ethereal figure, a sudden inspiration struck him.

"Miss Donggong, can you dress up as a ghost?"

So what if she treats him as an enemy?
Just find an even bigger enemy.

(End of this chapter)