My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

"You!... Uh... Then what about now?"

Chen Yi's gaze was crystal clear, and he replied matter-of-factly, "Now the beast has taken over the mind."

Qin Qingluo was almost fuming to death. She stared unblinkingly at Chen Yi, but that flare of anger was quickly dissolved by the effects of the Yuchun Balm. Her body itched unbearably, as if maggots were burrowing into her bones.

Propping herself up to avoid collapsing, she sneered coldly and said:

"A lecherous wretch like you—don't you have any thoughts? Miss this chance, and there won't be another. I've already lost my chastity to you many times, endured your humiliations, and I wouldn't mind a little more..."

Chen Yi waved his hand dismissively and said:

"I do mind."

Qin Qingluo gritted her teeth, her body trembling faintly in discomfort. As she shrank tighter and tighter against the bed, her feet arched up, and she hissed vehemently:

"...Since you accepted Aunt Zhu's request, why not use this opportunity to detoxify me?"

In saying so, she unconsciously leaned forward a little.

Chen Yi, however, opened the door further instead and declared resolutely:

"I promised not to humiliate the Princess anymore and to treat her well. Since the Prince has the Liuli Radiance protecting his body, he'll certainly be fine. Why would I need to take it upon myself to detoxify you? Wouldn't that be a sheer act of humiliating the Princess for no reason?"

Qin Qingluo was on the verge of collapsing. Her eyes burned with both shame and fury, teetering on the edge of losing reason. With an angry snarl, she deliberately provoked him:

"The entire court labels me a traitor and villain, guilty of heinous crimes. I've meant to kill you all along—why not simply use this opportunity to humiliate me? Satisfy that anger inside you; surely you must have some selfish desires?"

Chen Yi replied with righteous indignation:

"As Chen Zunming, I hold justice above all else. I absolutely refuse to detoxify a traitorous villain!"

Qin Qingluo thrashed violently, collapsing to her knees on the bed. The medicinal effects surged through her veins, making her tall frame tremble intensely. The residual strength of the Yuchun Balm far exceeded that of ordinary drugs.

Seeing her in this state of arousal for so long, Chen Yi's breathing grew rapid too, though he still maintained a composed demeanor on the surface.

Her clothing was already disheveled, and she finally couldn't resist, growling through clenched teeth one word at a time:

"What exactly do you want? I know you're pretending, and you know that I know you're pretending! Just... just name your terms..."

As her words tumbled out, the deeply penetrating effects of the drug caused her voice to swell with muffled, peculiar sounds.

At this, Chen Yi finally burst into laughter. Watching the humiliating state of this royal female prince, he felt that enduring his lower urges all this while had not been in vain.

He closed the door and leisurely sat in a chair, sighing as he said:

"You want me to betray my principles, huh? Truly, you've put me in a difficult spot."

Qin Qingluo inwardly wished she could tear this sanctimonious scoundrel to shreds, but her body refused to obey her thoughts. Left with no choice, she repeated those three words, biting down hard as if trying to crush them: "...Name your terms!"

Chen Yi grinned slyly and returned with five words: "Kneel down, do it yourself."

The tall female prince quivered, then slowly braced herself against the bed to rise, nearly tumbling to the ground as she climbed down.

Swallowing her shame, she knelt before Chen Yi, just like that time at the Medicine Temple.

Chen Yi gently cradled her face in his hands. His gaze briefly fell upon her lower abdomen but quickly darted away. He then fixed his eyes on Qin Qingluo, speaking with an eerily tender tone:

"Do you know why I made you drink so much tea?"

At first, Qin Qingluo was completely unaware. Then, the next moment, as realization dawned upon her, her mind erupted like a volcano.

This bastard did it on purpose!

"Can't hold it in anymore, can you?" Chen Yi pressed lightly on her abdomen, speaking softly: "Under normal circumstances, as a Fourth Rank Martial Artist, you'd easily endure—but with the Yuchun Balm coursing through you, can you still hold out?"

The towering woman trembled as if struck by lightning.

Chen Yi methodically shattered her pride, forcing the proud female prince to realize that, in front of him, she held no dignity whatsoever.

Inside Miss Donggong's boudoir,

The curtains swayed gently, red silk lay in disarray, and water flooded the Dragon King's temple.

As for where Miss Donggong was...

............…

Inside the Taizhen Daoist Temple in the Capital City,

Dong Gong Ruoshu, who had always been rather scatterbrained, was still unaware of the events unfolding at Wuyong Building. Though she had come to Great Yu under the pretense of overseeing Chen Family enterprises, she hardly managed or cared about Wuyong Building at all.

When Dong Gong Ruoshu first arrived, she had considered intervening, but just looking at the account books gave her a headache. Besides, Wuyong Building had been managed impeccably by Li Jisheng for years, so in the end, she decided she couldn't be bothered.

Her distant cousin, Dong Gong Ai, however, was different. He approached everything with enthusiasm, appearing as though he intended to establish something significant. Within days, he had acquired two businesses, making considerable progress, and his journey had been surprisingly smooth.

Now facing Lu Ying, Dong Gong Ruoshu rubbed her nose and sneezed. Her maidservant, Xiao Chan, immediately handed her a handkerchief. Dong Gong Ruoshu took it without much thought, wiping at her nose casually. Initially, she'd thought coming to Great Yu to explore the Jianghu would mean bustling with swords and vendettas. Unexpectedly, most of her days had been spent idly, tagging along with Lu Ying to visit one Daoist Temple after another.

Lu Ying had originally claimed that these temples housed martial practitioners, giving her a chance to discuss philosophy while Dong Gong Ruoshu could spar—a win-win situation.

However, the Daoists in these temples turned out to all be mellow and easygoing, their philosophy revolving around ideas like "non-contention is the ultimate contention." None were willing to spar with her, and the few who did gave up in just a few moves.

This left Dong Gong Ruoshu feeling very bored.

Every time she was reduced to using the Yanling Saber to attack flowers and trees, she'd question whether she had been completely misled by Lu Ying.

But oh well, they were all friends after all.

To be fair, it wasn't entirely Lu Ying's fault. First, temples focusing on both Taoist practice and martial arts were rare, and even then, martial training was often secondary to health improvement, with primary importance placed on cultivating Taoist principles. Second, Lu Ying's background in Yin Sword Mountain's Cangwu Peak gave her significant renown. If someone's follower got hurt in a match, how would they even begin to handle such a situation?