My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 932 - 544: There’s a Traitor in the White Lotus Sect (Extra Update: 4-in-1)

The towering palace stretched downward into long stairs, further extending into a great avenue paved with white stones, with no one in sight, a deathly silence pervading.

Chen Yi didn't have time to ask where the other White Lotus Sect members were, before noticing Chu Yiyuan and others from the White Lotus Sect seeming to see something, hurriedly kneeling forward.

"Chu Yiyuan."

An old, murky voice pressed down, chilling to the bone. Chen Yi wanted to look up at the speaker, but found the voice coming from deeper within the shadows.

Chu Yiyuan and the others prostrated on the ground, not daring to raise their heads, trembling words burst from their throats:

"Greetings, Holy Mother! We deserve ten thousand deaths for our sins!"

After the echo of their words, there was no reply for a long time, only a deathly silence behind the layers of curtains in the hall. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Suddenly, after a momentary pause, came a different voice,

"Oh, who have you brought here?"

The voice sounded neither male nor female, neither yin nor yang, not the same person as the previous White Lotus Saint Mother, seemingly realizing Chen Yi's unusual aura with a hint of surprise.

Chu Yiyuan raised his head, just about to respond: "He, he, he..." but couldn't finish a sentence, as Chen Yi simply walked past him, heading alone towards the hall.

His offending move shocked Chu Yiyuan, trying to stop him, but couldn't even grasp his clothes before Chen Yi softly stepped forward, already arriving before the long stairs.

Inside, a barely detectable killing intent spread.

"Good, good, good... Come closer, let me see... "

Chen Yi slowly ascended the stairs, then stepped through the gate, pushed through layer upon layer of curtains, and finally pulled aside the last curtain to see those inside.

The bronze lamp cast slender shadows on the stone wall.

A withered old woman sat on a high platform within the hall.

She was wrapped in a grayish-white robe, the loose fabric thinly covering sharp shoulder bones, her neck skin wrinkled like tree bark. The most bizarre was her face, the left half covered with brown spots, murky-eyed, while the right half was smooth like a young girl, even eyelashes thick and black. Two halves of the face were harshly divided at the nose bridge, as if crudely stitched together from two bodies.

How chilling it was?

Yet, Chen Yi couldn't help but feel a letdown, how come other White Lotus Saint Mothers were charmingly alluring yet still holy, his turned out to be just an old crone.

"Who are you?" She widened her mouth, the young half of her lips bright red.

"Holy Mother, he's in mourning clothes but carries a sword, afraid he's a disguised Taoist priest." Someone beside laughed slyly, voice sinister, Chen Yi turned his eyes, it was the speaker.

Beside the White Lotus Saint Mother stood four figures draped in colored robes, no doubt the Saint Heirs of the White Lotus Sect, while that speaker was one among them, dressed in a yellow robe, eye sockets embedded with a jade lotus, edges stained with dried scabs.

He drew close, scrutinizing, raising a finger to ask: "Who are you? Which Taoist priest family?"

"Present Ming Sect member, former West Factory Battalion Commander, Chen Yi, Chen Zunming."

Hoo!

A cold gust seemed to blow through, instantly cooling down the palace, as if countless gazes suddenly fell on Chen Yi, the full hall silent.

The Yellow Robe Saint Son slowly reacted, eyebrows raising, asking with interest: "Chen Yi... The Battalion Commander disrespectful and rebellious?"

"Indeed."

"Interesting, interesting..."

Before the words finished.

A flash of cold light suddenly!

The Yellow Robe Saint Son had at some point slid a single knife from his sleeve, with sharp brilliance it streaked towards Chen Yi's throat.

Chen Yi remained motionless, the knife abruptly stopped inches from his neck, despite the Yellow Robe Saint Son straining, unable to advance a fraction more, the eerie knife whining chillingly.

Chen Yi briefly raised his eyes, asking: "Is this how the White Lotus Sect treats guests?"

The Yellow Robe Saint Son grinned widely, his smile inexplicably terrifying, his head seemed to nod slightly.

Chen Yi also laughed, more terrifying than him.

The Yellow Robe Saint Son struck again, but his body slid, arms suddenly bulging; another knife streaked along with sinister wind, like a black lightning flash.

Though the sharp edge hadn't touched Chen Yi's robes, diverted aside by a force unknowingly came from nowhere, the Yellow Robe Saint Son's eyes startled, feet ready to whirl and slice again.

Chen Yi's body leaned forward, the Yellow Robe Saint Son's hair bristled, not yet retreating, a crushing force struck his neck, smashing him to the ground, bricks loudly cracking.

The Yellow Robe Saint Son only felt his brain buzzing, spine seemingly snapped, in panic swung a knife fiercely, but before it fell, Chen Yi gripped his arm in his hand.

Onlookers all saint sons' eyes astonished, simultaneously pulling out weapons, only White Lotus Saint Mother remained seated, motionless.

"Just timely,"

The Yellow Robe Saint Son beneath him struggling like a rabbit in eagle claws, ineffectively floundering, Chen Yi's shadow enveloped in darkness,

"This is also my hospitality."

In front of the White Lotus Saint Mother, Chen Yi grabbed his arm, crushing it.

Sleeves tearing open, Yellow Robe Saint Son's arm flesh bundled with sleeves squeezed into a mass, as Chen Yi let go, blood seeped through, dripping from his fingertips.

The hall surged with Yellow Robe Saint Son's anguished cries.

Chen Yi bypassed him, slowly walked to the White Lotus Saint Mother.

"Enough disturbance."

The White Lotus Saint Mother's withered right hand softly raised.

The colorful-robed Saint Heirs on the verge of charging halted entirely, like puppets caught by strings.

The White Lotus Saint Mother's youthful half-face exposed a smile: "Battalion Commander Chen here for revenge or defection?"

"Though you and I, two sects, are like brothers, brothers may argue but together ward off outsiders," Chen Yi calmly said: "But first, let's see each other's sincerity."