Are arch-enemies just arch-enemies?
Chapter Forty-Nine
At that time, the medical practitioner had just finished his studies at the Divine Medicine Valley and descended the mountain.
He usually only saw patients with minor ailments like colds and fevers. Therefore, he still has a strong impression of Chen Muyao and Zhou Yulin to this day, because they were the first two people he had ever met who were so stubborn and refused to admit defeat.
Of course, if he could, he would prefer to describe the two of them as eccentric.
Zhou Yulin was quite taken aback by what the doctor said.
Because this was completely different from the carefree Chen Muyao she remembered.
"There are some things you can ask him yourself." The herbalist glanced at her, seemingly quite puzzled, and earnestly advised, "Are you two even human? You have mouths but you don't communicate. How can you know what the other is thinking if you don't speak? Do you think you can read his mind? As for the misunderstanding, how can you have a proper conversation without explaining?"
After saying that, the man looked at Zhou Yulin very seriously and asked, "What do you think?"
"..." Zhou Yulin didn't know how to answer.
The herbalist, who wasn't expecting an answer, sighed heavily, somewhat helplessly. "I'm not gossiping about your relationship, I mean you should stay with him and talk to him some more. Can I go back to the clinic to get some medicine?"
Zhou Yulin nodded immediately, and the herbalist waved his sleeve and disappeared into the dark night rain. The woman stood at the door for a while, then pushed open the inn door.
A light rain was falling outside the inn, the fine rain slanting down.
It was very quiet inside, so quiet that even the sound of the door closing would disturb the person taking a nap in bed.
Zhou Yulin turned around and looked at Chen Muyao, who was lying on the bed like a hedgehog. She almost couldn't help but laugh out loud, but she managed to suppress her laughter in time. She casually asked, "How are you? Are you feeling any better?"
"Not good." Chen Mu glanced at the gloating woman, his tone low and sarcastic. "Miss Zhou, are you so happy because something good has happened?" His words were full of sarcasm.
"No, please don't call me Miss, it makes me feel really uncomfortable."
“I have a nickname, my given name is Zhao, you can just call me Zhou Zhao.”
Zhou Yulin felt a headache coming on from hearing these roundabout titles, especially when facing Chen Muyao, who would mock and criticize her every few sentences. Every time she heard the words "Miss," it felt like a vengeful ghost, sending chills down her spine.
An Heng.
Zhou Yulin: "Hmm?"
Chen Muyao gave her a meaningful look, "My little one."
This was the first time Zhou Yulin had ever heard Chen Anheng mention his nickname.
Strangely enough, she originally intended to come in and make sarcastic remarks to this person, but the situation developed in an unexpected way, and the two of them had already exchanged private words in the blink of an eye.
"Why did you run away tonight?" Zhou Yulin was somewhat surprised. According to the plot given by the system, the male and female leads were alone together, and their passion was bound to burn brightly, making tonight a sleepless night. But no one expected that Chen Muyao would go against the original plot.
The male protagonist escaped from the room and went to find her.
This is the most unbelievable thing about Zhou Yulin.
Upon hearing this question, Chen Muyao seemed somewhat angry. "What do you mean 'why'? 'Why not'?" He glared angrily at Zhou Yulin. "Does she drug me mean I have to obediently submit to her coercion and have sex with her..." He didn't finish his sentence, but Zhou Yulin understood.
"Then what do you want from me?" Zhou Yulin's probing gaze fell on Chen Muyao. It couldn't be that she wanted to find her for the antidote, could it? She wouldn't have any antidote on her, and besides, that didn't seem like her style.
“Of course I need you to take me to see a doctor,” the young man replied coldly.
"What else can we do?" He glanced at the girl.
"Of course it's love." Zhou Yulin answered without thinking, instantly plunging the room into an icy silence. She looked up at the person sitting on the bed, a cold smile playing on her lips. Ha.
It was indeed quite cold, Zhou Yulin rubbed her arms.
"If you don't want to die, you're welcome to try." These words were spoken lightly, and if it weren't for the other person's fierce gaze, which was almost like looking at a dead person, Zhou Yulin would have really had the illusion that the other person was flirting with her.
Getting back to the main point, "Who are you planning to fight at the introductory tournament in a few days?"
Zhou Yulin found standing tiring, so she chose a seat furthest away from Chen Muyao.
"Don't worry." Just when Zhou Yulin thought this person was finally going to say something heartfelt, she said, "I'm not so desperate as to be indiscriminate in my choices."
As expected, you can't expect something ivory from a dog's mouth.
They're here to mock her.
She actually thought this person could say nice things.
This is a huge mistake.
"Archery Academy, Jiang Si."
Zhou Yulin had learned about this person; he was currently ranked tenth among the inner disciples and first in the Archery Academy. For Chen Muyao, who intended to enter the Archery Academy, he was indeed a good challenger.
“I currently have two candidates in mind.” Knowing that Chen Muyao wasn’t one to talk too much, Zhou Yulin directly told her her concerns.
"I suggest you choose the former." This was Chen Muyao's advice after listening to the story.
Why?
"Don't you want revenge?" The other person saw through Zhou Yulin's thoughts, but she continued, "After all, they have a big family and business in the capital, unlike me. If I die, no one will dare to collect my body."
"..." Chen Muyao was too lazy to say anything more about this green tea vibe. The young man threw a recording stone out of his Qiankun bag, which Zhou Yulin caught steadily. "This is what you want to know: the truth of that night."
Zhou Yulin gripped the recording stone tightly, but didn't rush to look at it. She said slowly, "The pharmacist just spoke to me a few words."
"What did you say?" He wasn't curious; he just answered in the most straightforward way.
Zhou Yulin gazed at that face that was so familiar it was almost unbearable, and suddenly asked, "Chen Muyao, if you remembered everything you had forgotten, what would you do?"
"If... the stance you hold is wrong from beginning to end."
Chen Muyao replied quickly, "That's my position too."
"Choices are never about right or wrong; I follow my heart. That's my stance."
Zhou Yulin looked at the other person and, for some reason, seemed to be able to find some of her past, spirited self in him.
"Whatever." Zhou Yulin knew she couldn't persuade Chen Muyao, so she simply didn't bother arguing with her.
She put away the photo stone, intending to look at it again when she got back.
Since she was bored anyway, she took out a book called "Advanced Secret Techniques of the Hehuan Sect" from her bosom and began to read it casually, under the astonished gaze of the other person in the room.
Chen Muyao had only glanced at it casually at first, but when she saw the words on the cover...
A sudden, violent coughing fit filled the room. Zhou Yulin looked up from her book, suppressing her impatience. "I...you." The woman's suspicious gaze fell on her nemesis, who seemed inexplicably tense. She felt puzzled, but more than that, confused.
She brushed past the young man's hand, which was gripping the blanket and had prominent veins, and belatedly realized what he had done wrong. She didn't rush to explain, but instead said in a playful tone, "It would cost you a lot of money to treat you, and I can't bear to spend that much. What that doctor said makes sense. Anyway, there's a ready-made method. It wouldn't hurt for us to suffer a mutual loss."
Seeing Chen Muyao's even more unpleasant expression out of the corner of her eye, Zhou Yulin said jokingly, "Don't rush, let me study it first."
Rarely seeing his arch-rival so frustrated, Zhou Yulin was inwardly laughing wildly when he heard the young man's awkward voice, tinged with a hint of resignation to fate, "Fine, let me... let me see it too."
No! Where's your stubbornness?!
Shouldn't you be like a white flower, unyielding to the death?
Zhou Yulin's hand holding the book trembled slightly. She glanced at the illustrations in the book, then at her mortal enemy, who was as pure and untainted as a clear moon and gentle breeze.
"Are you really going to learn it?" It wasn't that Zhou Yulin was selfish, but everyone has their own expertise. For someone as indifferent as her, it didn't matter how much she learned. But some people, once they made up their minds to learn something, would specialize in it. Such people were not suitable to study the Hehuan Secret Technique. That's right, she was referring to Chen Muyao.
"I think you have a point."
He paused for a few seconds, his furrowed brows relaxing as if he had figured something out. "A good bird chooses a good tree to perch on. If you are a good tree, I don't mind being a beast."
Zhou Yulin felt that these words were not pleasant to hear.
She hesitated for a few seconds, then tucked the book into her sleeve.
"That's too slow. If you want to learn, I'll teach you myself."
Zhou Yulin walked to the bedside in a few steps. Chen Muyao looked up at the stunningly beautiful girl, unsure whether she was truly ignorant or just pretending. Zhou Yulin silently chanted an incantation, and the light golden spiritual energy in her palm startled Chen Muyao. What surprised him even more was that she had already reached the Nascent Soul stage.
As a hundred silver needles were pulled out at the same time, Chen Mu's spiritual mansion trembled slightly, and the heat that the healer had suppressed with each needle surged out again, even more intensely than before.
The next second, he was pushed hard onto the bed. Looking at the woman straddling him and starting to undo her clothes, Chen Muyao realized the seriousness of the situation.
"I've learned enough about foreplay; today I'll teach you."
Chen Muyao: !!!
The defenseless young master Chen lay on the bed, looking at Zhou Yulin, whose eyes were only filled with enthusiasm for the professor and had no romantic feelings whatsoever. He mustered his strength and tried to push her away, his face ashen. "Um, I suddenly don't want to study anymore."
Chen Muyao's strength was completely useless, so Zhou Yulin didn't think much of it at the moment. She didn't really intend to teach her anything either. However, seeing her nemesis's ears turn red, clearly feeling ashamed and indignant, yet unable to do anything about it, was quite amusing.
Zhou Yulin curled her lips, pretending not to hear, "What did you say? You want to learn more?" She pressed her palm against Chen Muyao's burning dantian and said with a smile, "Teacher Zhou is very responsible. Don't worry, I guarantee you'll learn everything."
Ignoring the young man's fiery eyes and his chest heaving with anger, Zhou Yulin lowered her gaze to Chen Muyao, who was at her mercy on the knife board. She stretched out her slender fingers from his brow to the bridge of his nose, and finally to the young man's thin, red lips.
"Zhou Yulin!" He finally couldn't bear such humiliation and gritted his teeth as he spoke.
Her light amber eyes welled up with tears from the pain she was enduring, and her angry words sounded like bluster. Seeing the man's tears, it was actually quite pitiful, except that Zhou Yulin wasn't human.
She gently pinched Chen Muyao's chin. Compared to his excitement, the girl seemed extremely calm and composed. "Don't be so excited, Chen Anheng. I haven't done anything yet, have I?" She chuckled and leaned down. Chen Muyao turned his head in a panic, only to find the woman stopping right next to his ear. "Or are you really hoping something will happen between us?"
Chen Muyao was furious, wishing she could tear the person in front of her to pieces.
His clothes were disheveled, and the young man's long, jet-black hair was draped behind him, with a few stray hairs standing on end. He clutched the blanket, looking pitiful, which actually made Zhou Yulin feel a pang of guilt. This man, usually so hot-tempered, easily overlooked the fact that he actually had an innocent face. Now, with red-rimmed eyes looking at her as if she had committed some heinous crime, Zhou Yulin couldn't help but sigh, some people are truly blessed with natural talent.
Tears still clung to the young man's eyelashes, his weak hands tugging at Zhou Yulin's sleeve. In reality, Zhou Yulin hadn't done anything. Under Chen Muyao's resentful gaze, the spiritual energy in her palm gently smoothed the man's meridians.
However, the wild straddling posture startled the healer who pushed open the door and entered.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please continue, please continue."
As if they had witnessed something terrible, the door slammed shut again with a loud "bang." Only the two people inside remained, staring at each other wide-eyed.
In the silence, Chen Muyao chuckled first, "Why aren't you continuing?"
The provocative words fell with a single tear from the corner of her eye.
Zhou Yulin couldn't tell whether this person was there to provoke her or to act cute.
As expected, her master was right; handsome men are three parts poison.
"Dr. Zheng! You've misunderstood! Let me explain!"
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
In the Xuanling Sect, a figure walked into the water prison under the moonlight.
The shackles tightened, and Xuan Qingxian awoke from a nightmare.
He frowned, instantly becoming alert, but the moment his gaze fell upon the newcomer, he suddenly felt a sense of relief and blurted out, "Master."
What he received in return was a long sigh from the old man, "You shouldn't have come back."
In three years, dust returned to dust, and ashes returned to ashes.
He finally convinced himself to take on a new disciple.
But at that very moment, the eldest disciple returned.
"Gui Chen, you shouldn't have come back."
Xuan Qingxian suppressed the bitterness in her heart and met the old man's sorrowful, cloudy eyes.
"You massacred the city of Jinyang, broke the Dao and became a demon, and mistakenly killed your junior sister. I can't save you from any of these."
"I am a sinner."
The old man closed his eyes, unable to bear looking at the battered and bruised Xuan Qingxian any longer.
One hundred strikes of the Soul-Devouring Whip would have killed any ordinary person long ago.
But this person happened to be his most prized disciple.
He won't die, but living is a form of torture.
Soaked in the boundless water, the wound rots little by little, then heals again and again, in an endless cycle, the pain never stops, and others curse him again and again.
Who would have thought that this person was once the senior disciple known to everyone as the one who possessed both talent and virtue?
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