My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 64 - 49: He Dares to Investigate Yuxiu Village?!

Not long after, inside the main hall of Yuxiu Manor.

Feng Ying and his son Feng Luo had their hands and feet bound, kneeling on the ground under the pressure of the Jin Yi Guards. In front of them lay the corpse of a black wolfhound.

"Sigh, even when the dog barked, you wouldn’t deal with it yourselves. You had to make the Thousand Households come to handle it."

Among the Jin Yi Guards, a familiar face to Chen Yi, Zeng Yizhang, sighed and spoke.

Being a resourceful man, he guessed that the Thousand Households held disdain for the Feng father and son pair, so he spared no effort in mocking them, aligning himself with the Thousand Households to deepen their camaraderie.

Chen Yi swept his gaze over the Feng father and son. Their faces contorted into expressions, yet vastly different. Feng Ying wore a face full of anger, while Feng Luo looked as though he’d lost his parents, pale and grim.

Seeing Min Ning enter the hall to report, Chen Yi directly asked:

"Did the housekeeper confess?"

"Confessed, everything. Didn’t even need force."

Min Ning responded.

Upon hearing this, Feng Ying erupted into rage, cursing:

"Those traitorous bastards!"

"Don’t shout!"

As he spoke, Zeng Yizhang stepped forward and delivered a kick to Feng Ying’s face, then glanced at Chen Yi’s expression and continued:

"Shouting and roaring, what kind of thing are you even?!"

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Feng Ying’s face twisted viciously as he turned towards Chen Yi,

"Chen Thousand Households truly enforces the law impartially, daring to investigate Yuxiu Manor. What’s next? Investigating the Ding’an faction? And after that, will you investigate the Scenic Prince Mansion? Investigate the Scenic Prince himself! Do you dare?!"

Chen Yi chuckled lightly, too lazy to reply.

The masks were already torn off—what’s there to fear about daring or not daring to investigate.

Forget the Scenic Prince Mansion. If it came down to it, even the Taichua Goddess Yin Weiyin, I would investigate—investigate thoroughly.

Chen Yi cast a look at Zeng Yizhang. The latter swiftly pulled out a wad of cloth and stuffed it into Feng Ying’s mouth, silencing his ongoing shouts.

Afterward, Chen Yi’s gaze fell upon Feng Ying’s son, Feng Luo.

Compared to his defiant father, Feng Luo at this moment was trembling with fear, as though drained of all courage.

The reason was simple: his predicament differed greatly from Feng Ying’s.

Feng Ying, as the manor master, was found with a large stash of Five-Stone Powders and would surely lose his head. His son, however, wasn’t necessarily doomed—partly because he was an outer disciple of the Nameless Granny, and partly because the Scenic Prince Mansion might consider sentiments of shared lineage. Courtiers under Ding’an would consecutively lobby to save his life. The final outcome could either be exile or becoming a Daoist in a temple.

Under Chen Yi’s piercing gaze, Feng Luo shivered uncontrollably and hurriedly stammered:

"I am the disciple of Xique Pavilion Master! My name is recorded in the Pavilion. I don’t understand how our father and son offended your esteemed self so gravely that your honor has come here killing... If I were to die, the Nameless Granny who resides in the palace would certainly not sit idle! If my father dies, as his son, I would never..."

Chen Yi interrupted with a smile:

"In consideration of Granny’s name, I won’t kill you."

As those words fell, Feng Luo fell silent, letting out a breath of relief.

The prospect of survival ahead, his father Feng Ying felt an unexpected glimmer of joy. Even his anger towards Chen Yi seemed to diminish slightly, and he instinctively tried to rise.

Just as both sighed in relief,

"But your father will die today."

The blade tip thrust out, piercing through Feng Ying’s throat. His face froze in shock, collapsing onto the ground. His mouth opened, instinctively attempting to draw breath to survive, but air was blocked by the blood pooling in his throat. It flowed through the hole and dissipated, leaving him gasping for breath. His head stiffened—and he was gone.

Feng Luo’s face turned pale with dread. His mouth opened as if to scream, but no sound came out, lodging silently in his throat.

For a long while, he calmed slightly, trembling all over as he stared at Chen Yi, seemingly wanting to commit his face to memory as if for future vengeance...

Just as Chen Yi’s face came into focus, the blade struck again, driving into his ankle and twisting upward, severing his tendon entirely.

Feng Luo let out a scream of agony.

Chen Yi’s expression remained blank as he continued, severing all the tendons in Feng Luo’s hands and feet.

Even the Jin Yi Guards couldn’t help but watch the scene with a mix of unease.

Feng Luo’s eyes welled with panic, unable to articulate a single word, blurred vision replaced by the echo of icy words:

"Severing your hand and foot tendons keeps you from pursuing vengeance in the future. Go to the temple and peacefully cultivate longevity—don’t meddle in worldly affairs anymore. Take him away."

Chen Yi sheathed his blade while several Jin Yi Guards stepped forward to drag the grievously injured Feng Luo away.

The hall plunged into a heavy silence. After a while, Zeng Yizhang coughed a few times before speaking:

"During the melee, Feng Ying fought to the death, refusing to surrender. Though Thousand Households intended to spare his life, it was ultimately an effort in vain, and Feng Ying died fiercely on the spot. As for his son Feng Luo... that one, harboring a treacherous heart, still plotted ambushes, leaving no choice but to sever his foot and hand tendons."

After finishing his report, he glanced around at the gathered agents and subordinates. They exchanged looks before nodding repeatedly.

Chen Yi clasped his fists and stated:

"Once I return, I’ll draft a memorial to petition for merits and rewards for all present."

The mention of merits and rewards instantly brought life to the hall. Amid a few bursts of laughter, the prior bloodshed dissipated like smoke.

Chen Yi signaled Zeng Yizhang to come over.

Zeng Yizhang quickly jogged forward.

"After you return, lock Feng Luo in the black prison, blind him with medicine, and brew him a nightly decoction to suppress offspring—add a little greenery to the dish. If the opportunity arises, sever his Longevity Bridge. If doable, do it; if not, forget it."

Chen Yi lowered his voice to instruct.

He intended to crush any chance of future vengeance from Feng Luo to almost nothing.

No choice,

Chen Yi had no interest in male adversaries—he only preferred female ones.

............

"He investigated Yuxiu Manor?"

Listening to the servant’s report, the Scenic Prince furrowed his brows, holding a teacup as he paced within the hall.

After a moment, the Scenic Prince turned to glare and asked sharply:

"He dared to investigate Yuxiu Manor?!"

The servant nodded repeatedly, quickly adding:

"Prince, he investigated Yuxiu Manor, and we quickly caught wind of it and reported it forthwith."

The Scenic Prince’s face darkened.

"Where were those Jin Yi Guards? Why didn’t they stop him? And if they didn’t stop him, why didn’t they report to us?"

The servant hurriedly explained:

"It was mostly people from the West Factory—there were a few from the Eastern Factory but not many."

"Weren’t there Eastern Factory people too? A bunch of traitorous scum, they eat from us, use from us—where are they now?!"

As he spoke, the Scenic Prince violently clutched the teacup, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

The Scenic Prince, known as the late emperor’s cultured brother, had never been so enraged. The servant, terrified by the scene, dared not utter a word, lowering his head as cold sweat poured.

"Speak! Quickly speak—where did they go?!"

The Scenic Prince pointed and barked.

"...Prince, don’t you recall... they were previously sent by you to kill that West Factory Thousand Households?"

The servant cautiously reminded:

"Fifteen Jin Yi Guards—ten of them died... Lessons from the past. The others dare not act rashly."

As the words sank in, the Scenic Prince’s grasp slackened, the teacup falling and shattering upon the floor. He staggered back, overwhelmed with anger, collapsing onto his sandalwood chair.

The servant quickly stepped forward and crossed over to assist, muttering nervously:

"Prince, Prince..."

Overwhelmed by the irritating sound, the Scenic Prince suddenly sprang to his feet, kicking the servant hard onto the ground.

"Good kick, good kick, this humble servant is without roots—don’t harm the Prince’s golden body."

After being kicked, the servant industriously began cleaning up the shattered teacup.

The Scenic Prince’s face shifted between shadow and light, his fury seemingly abating slightly. He sneered coldly:

"A decent servant. Later, summon Huang Liuqing to arrange a kill order. If successful, take a reward—and you’ll get a few taels of silver."