My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 73 - 58 Sword Armor

[Huang Liuqing, who possessed seventy years of non-human True Qi.]

One Crushing Wind Severing Rain cut sent Huang Liuqing away—Chen Yi felt this was the greatest respect he could give him.

Two small boats drifted near the ship—one tall figure, one short. The short one held a Soul-hooking Chain; the tall one wielded a Door God Mace. The alleys across the riverbanks were eerily silent, and these two figures stood on the boats like specters.

Tall and short—Chen Yi recognized them. They were brothers. One held the Soul-hooking Chain, the other carried the Door God Mace. In Jianghu, they were known as the "False Door Gods." Both were fifth-grade masters. If they joined forces, perhaps only a fourth-grade expert could barely overcome them.

Chen Yi took a deep breath and asked:

"Isn’t there a fourth-grade master hiding and waiting to strike?"

The Short Door God grinned and replied:

"You’ll die here without him needing to intervene."

The Tall Door God said nothing, but hefted his Door God Mace and slowly advanced.

Chen Yi struck first, seizing the initiative.

Stepping into a shower of rainwater, Chen Yi unhesitatingly sent a Crushing Wind Severing Rain straight at the Tall Door God.

The blade came sweeping down with immense force; in an instant, the Tall Door God’s gaze turned sharp and cold. This terrifying momentum was unstoppable. He raised his mace to meet the attack, swinging abruptly, shattering the air with a sound of metal clashing—gold against iron.

The Tall Door God staggered back several steps. When he lowered his head to check, disbelief filled his hardened eyes—this Crushing Wind Severing Rain had cut a crack into the three-inch-thick refined iron of his Door God Mace!

Not only that, his arm trembled with numbness, and his tiger’s mouth began to bleed.

"This man’s energy was already depleted by Huang Liuqing!"

The Short Door God roared, watching as Chen Yi lunged forward. He swung out the Soul-hooking Chain.

The chain hurtled through the air, piercing holes into the curtain of rain. Relying on the Shangqing Heart Method, Chen Yi dodged sideways as the chain neared, ready to press the attack. But suddenly he saw the Short Door God twist the chain, causing the Soul-hooking Chain to curve midair—it was aiming to coil around him!

Chen Yi abruptly pressed down to the ground, lowering his head to evade the chain. However, it was the Tall Door God who charged in next. The two alternated their attacks seamlessly, their coordination flawless.

The Tall Door God wildly swung his mace, his onslaught as relentless as a storm’s fury. Meanwhile, Chen Yi blocked and resisted, struggling to find an opening. Yet each time he found a gap, the Soul-hooking Chain shadowed him persistently. Individually, neither of the False Door Gods matched Huang Liuqing, but together, they were infinitely more troublesome.

As the False Door Gods gradually gained the upper hand, the river waters suddenly grew more turbulent, and thunderclaps rose from flat ground—as if the heavens sought to halt the battle.

All three paused instinctively when, from the prow of the boat, two heads emerged amidst circular ripples. The water splashed outward—one belonged to a crab, another to a shrimp. Slowly they crawled onto the prow of the vessel, their spectral bluish forms oddly comical.

Leading the group was a crab general, standing tall on its eight legs atop the deck. Not yet transformed into a human figure, it resembled an ordinary green crab, save for its enormous child-sized frame. Following behind, the shrimp soldier’s cultivation was visibly inferior, its size merely that of an infant—its lips opening and closing rhythmically, likely still undergoing the refining process.

"Brothers, Lord Dragon King is preparing to cross the waters. Please take your battle elsewhere."

The crab general, unable to stand upright like a human, did its best to lift its body as it spoke. Its pincers clasped together, mimicking a fist salute.

All three martial artists were momentarily stunned by the unexpected visit of the crab general.

"Not even a full dragon, yet you dare call yourself Lord Dragon King?"

The Short Door God burst into laughter.

The crab general glared at him fiercely and bellowed, "When Lord Dragon King crosses waters and transforms into a true dragon, he will be a true god of the rivers—recognized and ranked by the court. You, a mere mortal, dare to show disrespect?"

The Short Door God, enraged by its words, hurled out the Soul-hooking Chain, its momentum unstoppable. The crab general flinched in surprise, turning its back to the attack. The chain struck its tough outer shell, leaving a deep dent.

"Run, run, run!" The crab general shouted as it leaped back into the water.

"Lord Dragon King, save me!"

The shrimp soldier and crab general disappeared abruptly. The tall and short Door Gods redirected their focus onto Chen Yi. In an instant, more shrimp heads surfaced from beneath the waters—all leaping onto the boat with gleaming pincers clicking threateningly.

Even Chen Yi was taken aback by this scene.

Originally, his plan was to borrow Zhou Yitang’s influence, but unexpectedly, even the momentum of the Wicked Flood Dragon had been drawn in.

Thinking further, when the Wicked Flood Dragon crosses waters, it’s best to act as if meeting her for the first time.

Lost in his thoughts, Chen Yi unsheathed the Peach Wood Sword from his back.

A sword for spirits, a blade for men.

The Peach Wood Sword severed ghosts; the Brocade Spring Blade took lives.

Lightning streaked gold serpents across the skies, thunder roared over mystical turtles across endless waves, threatening to collapse the heavens.

The rising tide rocked the wooden boat wildly, almost to the point of capsizing.

Chen Yi plunged his sword straight into a shrimp soldier’s torso, then raised his blade to counter the Short Door God’s incoming Soul-hooking Chain.

After countless rounds of intense combat, he had lost track of time—only aware that his True Qi was circulating increasingly slower.

Exhaustion was near...

Turning his head, Chen Yi noticed that the Dragon Slayer Sword, suspended upon the great bridge, had shattered without his realization.

The waters surged three feet higher.

Beneath the raging tide, faint shadows emerged.

The Wicked Flood Dragon was preparing to cross waters!

From the alleys lining both riverbanks, faint Buddhist chants echoed. The sky darkened slightly, and the pervasive autumn rain faltered momentarily before pouring down with renewed fury!

By the bridge’s edge, a thick shadow materialized—a pair of golden-glowing draconic pupils shimmered brightly. In that instant, the water channels of the Capital City mirrored the moonlight reflecting off tumultuous tides!

Chen Yi’s breath froze in his chest.

The Wicked Flood Dragon would cross waters soon...

But Zhou Yitang... still hadn’t appeared.

Thinking of her, a brief daze overcame Chen Yi. Yin Tingxue had left a lasting mark in his heart, but hadn’t she done the same?

Cold rain lashed against his face, pulling Chen Yi out of his trance—a memory of the "Ge Sheng" poem surged through his mind, her heart-wrenching cries amidst the rain replaying vividly.

Had the woman in "Ge Sheng" ever cried like she did?

Rain fell heavier, jarring Chen Yi back to the present. Seizing an opening, he abruptly lunged forward, slashing his blade at the spent Tall Door God.

Because of the Short Door God’s interference, the two were encircled by the shrimp soldiers—the Tall Door God, already drained of strength, was unable to defend himself in time. He stared helplessly as Chen Yi’s swift strike decapitated him.

Before his death, the Tall Door God’s final glance caught sight of the looming shadow of the Wicked Flood Dragon in the distance.

Chen Yi wiped the blood from his face and took a deep breath.

During this brief moment, as his energy dissipated and instinctively regrouped,

In the darkness, a streak of sword light flashed.

Chen Yi snapped his head around—the surging river carried a lone boat. A white-clothed swordsman, long awaited, came floating with an aura of cold detachment—the sword in his hand aimed directly at Chen Yi!

Behind the white-clothed swordsman, the roaring river swelled; the Wicked Flood Dragon raged as it transformed into a divine being—its fury shaking the heavens!

Killing intent radiated unchecked!

Chen Yi’s pupils contracted; his grip on the Brocade Spring Blade faltered faintly, for death had arrived.

Through the curtain of rain in the distance,

A lone-armored woman gazed at him, watching him severing ghosts and slaying men.

All along, she had hated him most for being like this.

The blade kills; the sword saves.

Within the same torrential downpour, on Yin Sword Mountain’s Cangwu Peak, amidst windswept rain and swaying peonies, he had broken her sword with his own hands—and sang her "Ge Sheng" while sheltering her beneath an umbrella. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

She remembered the pain he had caused her, and the song he sang for her.

"You can neither die well, nor die at all."

Zhou Yitang’s mind cleared.

She knew that her love ran deep—her hatred, just as profound.

She vowed that he would never find peace even in death.

Thus, she resolved to sever his Three Corpses,

Erasing his very essence!

Her ring finger and pinky curled together; index finger and middle finger straightened to form a sword gesture.

With her sole remaining arm, clad in Sword Armor, she forged a blade with her hand—unsheathing it from above and striking downward.

The strike came slowly; the river preemptively split apart as if in anticipation, its waters crashing to the banks to avoid the piercing edge!

Under this strike...

Even the Wicked Flood Dragon, along with the entire northern capital’s river system, seemed destined to split in two—with Chen Yi included in its path!

She still remembered, that year on Cangwu Peak,

When wisteria faded and peonies bloomed.