Was it you that night?
Chapter 102 - 100: Seeking Male Cultivator For Matchmaking

Chapter 102: Chapter 100: Seeking Male Cultivator For Matchmaking

Nan Sheng felt it was her own doing that pushed the devoted Yan Changsheng further away without her realizing it.

What was worse, in the secret realm, Shen Qinghe stole the Snow Bone Grass with the help of Dongfang Wuya’s hand; the Immortal Herb that should have belonged to her, the Girl of Destiny, was taken away by Shen Qinghe.

Speaking of Dongfang Wuya, he was also one of the male leads in the book. Although he didn’t have much of a romantic plot with her, Dongfang Wuya indeed fought over her, the Girl of Destiny, with Xiao Chen and Yan Changsheng later on.

After coming out of the Nether Pool, the more she thought about it, the more something felt off, to the point she even suspected that Shen Qinghe knew the plot of the book, which explained her probing just now.

Of course, her current target was the Thousand Shadows Divine Sword. In the book, the Divine Sword acknowledged her as its master. If Shen Qinghe knew the plot, there was no telling if she might also vie for the Divine Sword.

But Shen Qinghe had been very rational just now and did not seem to want to fight over the Divine Sword with her. Was she being cautious, or was Nan Sheng being paranoid?

After hesitating for a moment, Nan Sheng stepped forward and picked up the Thousand Shadows Divine Sword.

In the plot of the book, many cultivators had tried to lift the sword, but it was as heavy as ten thousand catties, and no cultivator could touch it, some even getting attacked by it.

Yet now, she easily picked up the Thousand Shadows Divine Sword as if the sword was naturally meant to exist for her.

On the other side, Shen Qinghe heard only the crisp sound of the sword’s cry, followed by a sword shadow attacking her. She easily dodged it, looking at Nan Sheng, who had ambushed her, with a look that was more amused than alarmed.

"Sorry, I was testing the sword and almost hurt you by mistake," Nan Sheng said as she sheathed the sword, acting as if the assassination attempt had never happened.

Shen Qinghe indifferently parted her lips, "Don’t worry, you can’t hurt me."

Having gone through the Mythical Beast Fantasy Realm, she could flexibly deal with various ambushes. What was Nan Sheng’s surprise attack worth?

Nan Sheng bit her lip lightly, "I have already been punished, are you still blaming me?"

Why was Shen Qinghe, who should have died early as cannon fodder, alive? Why could Shen Qinghe steal her destiny? The Snow Bone Grass obviously belonged to her; Yan Changsheng and Xiao Chen were clearly her men, yet their hearts went out to Shen Qinghe.

If Shen Qinghe had died early, she wouldn’t have done those unnecessary things; she would just have to wait for those two favored sons of heaven to fight over her.

Shen Qinghe found it laughable and didn’t understand why Nan Sheng was questioning her in the posture of a victim.

Not wanting to argue with Nan Sheng, she turned around to continue searching for the Spiritual Artifact that was fated for her. However, Nan Sheng spoke again, "What belongs to me will eventually come back to me one day. A thief is, after all, just lowlife that can’t appear in the open!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe turned back, her gaze colder than the moonlight, "If it truly belongs to you, then no one can take it. What can be taken away might not be yours in the first place."

Why should the protagonists step on their family to rise to power? Why should she die early, and why should her elder sister become a tool to enhance the protagonists’ emotions?

Their family’s fate should not be dictated by the plot.

Nan Sheng silently curled her lips, "Shen Qinghe, everything you have should have been mine."

She raised the Thousand Shadows Sword in her hand, "Look, it only acknowledges me as its master. In the future, I will use it to prove my worth. You won’t be able to stay pleased for long. If you can, try to snatch this Divine Sword from me, then I’d truly admire you."

Shen Qinghe smiled indifferently, "I have no interest in your sword."

Nan Sheng didn’t believe Shen Qinghe’s words and took another look at Shen Qinghe before turning and leaving the Spiritual Treasure Repository.

Since in the book she didn’t need to do anything to attract a large number of supporters, and she had done too much in reality, it would be better to just return to the plot itself and wait for Shen Zhiyao to make a mistake.

Shen Zhiyao, that good-for-nothing, was much easier to deal with than Shen Qinghe. If she got control of Shen Zhiyao, would she need to worry about Shen Qinghe making mistakes?

After Nan Sheng left, Shen Qinghe began to focus on finding a Spiritual Artifact.

There were various kinds of Spiritual Artifacts on the ground, but none to her liking. Furthermore, the muddy ground made her accidentally trip over something.

The ground was so muddy that she couldn’t see clearly, so she simply crouched down in front of that thing, only to see that more than half of it was buried in the mud, exposing only a segment of a rope covered with filth.

She found it very strange. Had she been tripped by this piece of rope?

There’s a saying that curiosity killed the cat, and Shen Qinghe’s attention was now wholly captivated by this thing; she wanted to know what it actually was.

She also knew that since she was choosing a Spiritual Artifact, she only had one chance, and needed to be cautious.

So, she thought she would take a look at what this thing was and gently tugged at the rope. She just wanted to see what was under the mud, but as soon as she touched it, it wound around her finger.

Without using any force, the thing shot out of the mud with a "whoosh" sound, splattering mud all over her, even on her face, leaving numerous specks of mud.

After that, the thing wrapped around her wrist as slick as a snake. She had always been scared of snakes and instinctively tried to shake it off, but the more she shook, the tighter it wound around her.

Shen Qinghe struggled for half a shichen but still couldn’t shake it off, so eventually, she resigned herself to fate.

She felt that this thing might also be sentient, and that her tripping over it earlier might have been intentional.

She thought she was choosing a Spiritual Artifact, but now it seemed the Spiritual Artifact had actively chosen her; this must also be fate.

Comforting herself with these thoughts, she resignedly wore it as she left the Spiritual Weapon Vault.

She could imagine what others would think when they learned about the Spiritual Artifact she had acquired, especially Shen Zhiyao.

When she stepped out of the Spiritual Weapon Vault and saw a crowd of male cultivators as thick as rooks, she was startled.

Shen Zhiyao approached her with a smile that was even brighter than the sunshine, "Surprised, aren’t you? Delighted? I’ve gathered a lot of our fellow disciples to boost your profile!!"

Of course, Qinghe was so beautiful now that she had brought over those good-looking male cultivators who were smitten by Qinghe’s beauty, also to matchmake for Qinghe.

Shen Qinghe returned a forced smile to Shen Zhiyao, "What’s there to boost, elder sister? Let’s hurry back, shall we?"

"Everyone knows Mr. Wuya gave you a spiritual key and wants to see what great Spiritual Artifact you’ve picked. Aren’t you going to show it, so the brothers can have their eyes opened?" Shen Zhiyao winked at Shen Qinghe and whispered, "Don’t you think these brothers are all handsome? They all like your face right now."

Shen Qinghe was speechless.

Was her elder sister trying to find her a Daoist companion?

Shen Zhiyao gently nudged Shen Qinghe, "Take your time looking at the brothers, but first let everyone see what Spiritual Artifact you’ve picked, so they can be dazzled."

Shen Qinghe knew Shen Zhiyao was someone who loved face, but today she was bound to embarrass her elder sister.

Feeling it was better to get it over with, she hesitated for a moment and then showed her wrist.

Shen Zhiyao was puzzled, "What’s so interesting about your hand?"

Though it was fair and delicate, tempting her to bite it, the sight of a dark, slender rope on such a beautiful wrist looked very discordant.

——

Ha-ha, Zhiyao’s been breaking her heart over Qinghe’s love life.