My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 746 - 473 She Knows Everything (Two in One)_3

Yin Tingxue continued to dance with her sword, the sword movements flowing fluidly. Her figure, wrapped in a padded jacket, moved gracefully, leaving marks on the paper boards attached to the wooden stakes. She danced intently, momentarily forgetting the passage of time.

The sun tilted westward.

"Quite a sight to behold."

A voice suddenly spoke, and Yin Tingxue looked up to see Chen Yi approaching slowly.

Zhou Yitang quietly tossed away the tree branch.

Chen Yi walked towards Yin Tingxue. The girl's graceful sword dance resembled a red lion spinning happily. Only in the moments she paused could one see the youthful vigor and heroic spirit.

Upon hearing the compliment, Yin Tingxue's eyebrows raised slightly, "It's not that good."

"If I say it's good, then it's good." Chen Yi lightly tapped his toe, leaping over the wooden stake, and embraced her, ruffling her hair, "Your dance is very beautiful."

Yin Tingxue blinked and smiled slyly, "If you say it's beautiful, then it's beautiful. You said it."

Not far away, a one-armed woman stood watching them hug, her gaze deepening, unexpectedly receiving a dose of public affection.

Huang Nianer approached and squatted beside her as if sharing her table.

After a while, Chen Yi finally parted from Yin Tingxue, allowing her to continue practicing her sword dance, and turned towards the small building, only to find Zhou Yitang still standing there, clearly with something to say.

Chen Yi stopped and asked aloud, "What's the matter?"

Zhou Yitang glanced at Yin Tingxue and said, "She doesn't have a sword."

Yin Tingxue was dancing with only a wooden sword, not a real one. It wasn't because Yin Sword Mountain couldn't afford to forge swords. Yin, a word for respect, meant Yin Sword Mountain always revered the Sword Dao, and thus, the choice of a sword was cautious. Without fate, one could not force it. The disciples of Yin Sword Mountain, once of age, often ventured south under the guidance of the elders, seeking swords in the sword village and sword tombs.

"She's going to seek a sword?" Chen Yi asked in confusion.

"Yes, you're taking her."

"Isn't it too early? She's not even twenty yet." The quest for a sword often occurred at the coming-of-age ceremony.

"There's fate," Zhou Yitang replied easily.

Chen Yi caught a hint of something unusual in this.

Zhou Yitang knew he caught onto it and said, "The south is troubled, Hu-Guang's White Lotus Sect is in chaos."

The unusual hint slightly unfolded. Chen Yi understood a bit more. The chaos of the White Lotus Sect had happened in the past life, with the Secret Realm frequently appearing, preluding widespread martial chaos, all because of the White Lotus inheritance's Secret Realm's revelation.

The connection with Yin Tingxue, however, left Chen Yi unable to fathom. In the past, Yin Tingxue went to the Demonic Sect to become the Saintess, and his knowledge of her growth was minimal.

Zhou Yitang then said, "The White Lotus Dao is linked with the Pure Land Buddhism."

Chen Yi slightly raised his eyebrows at this faint connection. He turned his head, gazing at Zhou Yitang, and asked, "Do you know more?"

"I don't know."

"Truly unaware, or pretending not to know?" Chen Yi paused, curving a slightly dangerous smile, "I'm a bit afraid now, you clearly know so much but hide it from me. Even if your intentions are good, how am I supposed to trust you... like that Tashisator..."

"Tassiter trap."

She said it first.

Chen Yi nodded slightly.

Zhou Yitang exhaled slowly and said, "Fine, I'll tell you my intentions. The elders of Green Wall Peak hoped you would be the protector for Lu Ying, but I feared you would disturb her state of mind. I happened to calculate that Yin Tingxue in the south also had fate, so I let you be her protector."

"So you just wanted to send me away?"

"Correct." She was honest.

"You could have just said that," Chen Yi clenched his hand into a fist, laughing out loud, "Actually, if we speak more openly, it's not so hard."

Zhou Yitang remained silent.

This rebellious disciple brazenly moved closer, with a teasing tone: "So, when will we speak even more openly?"

The one-armed woman lowered her gaze, not speaking for a while.

She still couldn't cross that hurdle? Chen Yi felt disgruntled, just as he thought there would be no response,

Zhou Yitang suddenly said, "Haven't we already been through this?"

The memories were vivid, things she should have forgotten, yet they resurfaced frequently. With each recollection, she found herself unaccustomed, not knowing whether he had grown or if Min Ning was too tight.

Chen Yi, puzzled, frowned and, seeking the past, remembered he hadn't lost any memories... then laughed and said, "Let's not talk about past lives."

The one-armed woman didn't reply, no longer paying attention, she turned and left.

This rebellious disciple would never know that this wasn't about past lives. He knew nothing, while she knew everything.