Chapter 1441 - 781: Why Do You Keep Pinching There? (2-in-1)

Finally, there was a stable bed to sleep in. Even though the Three Corpses had been severed, leaving only two, and Chen Yi's heart was free from the desire for indulgent pleasure, he still couldn't resist staying in bed. The fine lady beside him tried several times to rise and meditate, but was pulled back by him each time.

When there was no need to rise early to make breakfast, Chen Yi liked to embrace the woman he cherished and enjoy the moment, even if only for the duration of one or two incense sticks.

Yin Weiyin was helpless, merely approaching gently, nestling close to him.

The sunlight wrapped around the paper window, filling the bedroom with a gentle whiteness—not too bright, nor gloomy, just the kind of light most suitable for the eyes in the morning. Chen Yi felt at ease; although he was not as vocal as Yin Weiyin about Miss Donggong, he was nonetheless slightly dissatisfied.

All the way, Miss Donggong sprawled over a large area, sleeping from start to finish, seemingly never treating them as outsiders.

Yin Weiyin watched as Chen Yi enjoyed himself with half-closed eyes and quietly rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, then softly said:

"Do you truly enjoy getting cozy with me like this?"

"…Mm."

Yin Weiyin grinned wryly. Only at this time would his mouth reveal such genuine words.

Since the days in the Capital City when Yin Tingxue had offered guidance, having spent so long together, Yin Weiyin also learned that he was most approachable on the bed and could take in many words. During the times when she was a concubine, she was ordinarily afraid of him, only somewhat relieved afterward by his gentle actions that allowed her to whisper sweet nothings. As time went on, Yin Weiyin lightly listened to the heartbeat beneath his chest, unconsciously accustomed to sharing heartfelt exchanges with him after such moments.

It seems only at this time she could speak sincerely, with him able to truly listen without seizing an opportunity for punishment.

Reflecting on this, she involuntarily spoke: "To attain Dao Cheng and become an Immortal holds many joys that mortal men cannot imagine."

"Mm…" Chen Yi opened his eyes, teased the ends of her hair, and jestingly said: "Are you whispering sweet nothings again next to me?"

Seeing him joke like this, it wasn't alarming; unlike usual when a sudden glance could make someone's heart tremble with fear, even without incident. At this moment, Yin Weiyin was without pressure, gently averting her eyes from his.

"I used to think you didn't understand the fleeting nature of things, but looking now, I realized you were a bit misguided at that time. Yet, our deep fate bound us together to ultimately become companions, am I right?"

Indeed, she was his companion. Chen Yi admitted he was often enchanted by his kin from Great Yin. If back then she had a fraction less charm, perhaps she would have perished in the underground palace.

It was precisely due to her having that bit of extra charm that allowed him to unwittingly offer more tolerance, which was certainly nothing bad to acknowledge. Chen Yi replied: "Indeed."

"That's the wonder of it. Ordinary people simply attribute it to fate, but you and I know the subtle mysteries within. Back then, I wanted to find Min Ning, but it was you instead; an accidental turn led to unforeseen outcomes, all mapped out by fate.

Bright paths seem dim, advancing paths seem retreating, flat paths seem rugged; hence great clarity may seem shameful, great abilities flourish late. You and I seem to have stumbled along, yet reflecting back, it was all preordained… so it was."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi realized his kin from Great Yin had forcibly layered this perspective upon their current companionship with Yin Weiyin, mistakenly thinking it was destined. However, he understood his mindset back then, where killing or indulgence were just a moment's thought apart.

He could not help but laugh quietly: "Your words are indeed amusing."

The female crown was slightly dissatisfied, scolding: "Not to laugh; it is unworthy of the Dao!"

"Heh, it's all survivor's bias."

He uttered another peculiar term, yet it wasn't hard to understand. Yin Weiyin snorted coldly: "But one must be a survivor first."

This statement left Chen Yi speechless.

Seeing this, Yin Weiyin continued: "The words you spoke to me back then, still echo as if just uttered. Your thoughts on cultivating like stone have some merit, yet you became overly fixated. To attain Dao Cheng and become an Immortal, is it truly about cultivating like stone? If that were the case, Immortals throughout history would have turned to stone, why the need for such painstaking cultivation? From the start, you were mistaken, but it was so simplistic that I didn't know how to refute it at first."

Having said this, she paused for a moment, her eyes catching a fleeting glimmer as she spoke:

"Do you know the joys of immortality?"

"The joys of immortality?"

At this moment, although the female crown wasn't wearing a stitch, her features carried a celestial aura. Under the expansive daylight, her skin glistened with a halo, akin to white clouds and imbued with the essence of wind, rain, and dew. She tilted her chin slightly, softly spoke:

"Take Min Ning for example; you say she has gallantry, but to me, it's mere courage of an ordinary person. You were influenced by her, thinking it's something remarkable, but to be courageous briefly, could one maintain it indefinitely?

If you become Immortal, then with eternal life, you can, like Patriarch Lü, descend upon the world to act with gallantry.

Although both count as gallant actions, how can the gallant actions of Jianghu commoners compare with those of a True Immortal? After all, the former's meaning cannot match the latter's spontaneous freedom.

Not to mention, what if today's rescued becomes tomorrow's foe?"

Chen Yi thought this was his kin from Great Yin overstating the matter, picking improbable examples to argue, and replied:

"There's no need to pick such low probability events. Indeed, great favor can become great enmity, but among ten thousand cases, not even one necessarily. First, save ten thousand people; nine thousand nine hundred will disappear without a trace, leaving a hundred with potential further interaction—are all these people heartless? Thus, eliminating ninety more, leaving ten malicious ones, perhaps they'd rather avoid retaliation than disturb peace, so among ten thousand saved, they rarely turn foes."

"Is that truly the case?" she countered.