Was it you that night?
Chapter 122 - 120: Shen Qinghe, You’ve Grown Bold!

Chapter 122: Chapter 120: Shen Qinghe, You’ve Grown Bold!

On the way back to the Sky Pole Sect, everyone was very quiet.

Shen Qinghe had learned how to control the Magical Treasure and no longer needed Dongfang Wuya to carry her. However, her speed was slow, and Dongfang Wuya deliberately slowed down to accommodate her.

Not only Dongfang Wuya slowed down his flying speed, Xiao Chen and Yan Changsheng were also flying quite slowly.

Shen Qinghe belatedly realized that the three male leads were almost flying shoulder to shoulder with her, and they glanced at her from time to time, which made her feel inexplicably puzzled.

Perhaps because the atmosphere was a bit odd, Xiao Chen suddenly broke the silence, "Qinghe, what are your thoughts on the dream we had earlier?"

As soon as he raised this question, Dongfang Wuya and Yan Changsheng both turned their gazes toward Shen Qinghe.

Shen Qinghe found it baffling, "Isn’t it just a dream? What thoughts could I possibly have? Dreams, like the Illusory Realm, whatever happens in them is false and cannot be taken as reality."

Xiao Chen felt Shen Qinghe’s words made sense and echoed, "Yeah, you can’t take dreams seriously."

His look was pointed as he glanced at Dongfang Wuya. Dongfang Wuya had married Shen Qinghe in the dream, which of course, should not be taken seriously; Dongfang Wuya should recognize the difference between reality and dreams.

The next moment, Dongfang Wuya suddenly pulled Shen Qinghe close to him, and without waiting for her to get stable, he accelerated his flying speed.

Luckily, Shen Qinghe’s reaction was fast, and unlike before, her fear of heights wasn’t as intense. After the initial panic, she quickly became calm.

"Uncle Master, I can fly on my own now, even though I’m a bit slow. If I practice more, I will get faster." Shen Qinghe stared at Dongfang Wuya’s hand on her waist, wondering if she could please fly on her own?

His grip was so strong it pained her waist, but she was hesitant to remind him directly, as Dongfang Wuya cared a lot about his face.

"Shen Qinghe, what do you think of that dream?" Dongfang Wuya asked this question with a sudden increase in the pressure of his hand.

Shen Qinghe wondered if her previous answer had displeased Dongfang Wuya. Thinking this might be the case, she shook her head and replied, "The details of what happened in the dream are blurry to me, I don’t remember much."

Dongfang Wuya’s grip on her waist grew even tighter, "You don’t remember? With such poor memory, perhaps you should think harder, maybe then you’ll remember something."

Shen Qinghe grimaced in pain, "I remember... a little bit..."

Dongfang Wuya loosened his grip slightly and his thin lips curled up, "Let’s hear it."

Shen Qinghe had no idea what the Killing God actually wanted to hear. After evaluating the situation, she said, "Well, actually, I believe that dreams are not real—"

"Get to the point! I asked you about your thoughts on that dream, so give me a proper answer," Dongfang Wuya said impatiently.

Shen Qinghe felt like crying but had no tears; she had no clue what the Killing God was really bothered by. She feared that a wrong answer might result in him pushing her off midair.

She guessed that everyone liked to hear compliments, so she sang his praises, "My biggest takeaway is that Mr. Wuya is a good person. In the dream, I was so ill, yet Mr. Wuya didn’t despise me. Even in the dream, Mr. Wuya is a truly good person!"

Giving him a ’good person card’ was always the right move.

Dongfang Wuya looked at the face of the girl close to him. Her complexion was rosy and lustrous, not pale and bloodless like in the dream.

He regretted that he never managed to tell her he liked her, and whispered to himself, "Would you find it regrettable?"

"Not at all, I died in the dream, but I’m doing very well in reality. In the future, I need to cultivate even more diligently to repay Uncle Master’s kindness..."

Dongfang Wuya watched her animated expression with an expressionless face and suddenly wanted to push her into the void, out of sight and out of mind.

Wasn’t she head over heels in love with him? She would blush whenever she saw him. She died so early in the dream; didn’t she feel it was a pity that she couldn’t grow old with him?

"We’ve arrived at the Sky Pole Sect; Uncle Master, you are so fast!" Shen Qinghe saw the Sky Pole Sect in sight, her eyes were alight with joy, solely because she would no longer need to discuss what happened in the dream.

Dongfang Wuya let out a cold laugh and suddenly without any warning, pushed her away.

Shen Qinghe’s reaction speed was indeed fast, steadying herself atop the Red Lotus Shield Armor.

Times have changed, even without the Red Lotus Shield Armor, the Black Rope wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

Seeing Shen Qinghe’s unflustered demeanor, Dongfang Wuya sneered coldly, "Shen Qinghe, you’ve grown wings and made something of yourself."

"Uncle Master always instructs your disciples to cultivate diligently, I dare not neglect..."

Dongfang Wuya, hearing her address him as ’disciple’ with every sentence, felt displeased and in a blink, had flown past Shen Qinghe.

By the time Shen Qinghe focused her eyes, Dongfang Wuya was already out of sight.

She secretly felt relieved, finally having sent Dongfang Wuya away so she could catch her breath.

Upon hearing Dongfang Wuya had returned to the Sky Pole Sect, Nan Sheng rushed to the Sky Pole Sect’s entrance to wait for Xiao Chen.

From a distance, Xiao Chen saw Nan Sheng’s figure and couldn’t help feeling a bit complicated.

In the Illusory Realm or in the dreams created by Qu Nian, he was never related to Shen Qinghe, just like in reality.

This should be the outcome he wanted, yet upon waking from the dream, he still felt unwilling to let go.

"Brother Xiao, are you okay?" Nan Sheng stepped forward to meet him, asking with concern.

Xiao Chen replied indifferently, "All is well."

He never would have thought that Qu Nian was actually Nan Sheng’s biological father. Qu Nian seemed to know about his origins, looking at him with profound meaning.

He wasn’t sure whether he should tell Nan Sheng that it was her biological father who had kidnapped Shen Qinghe.

At that moment, Yan Changsheng also returned to the Sky Pole Sect and, upon seeing Nan Sheng, he walked past her without sparing a glance.

Nan Sheng felt a sting in her heart seeing Yan Changsheng’s indifferent manner but quickly recovered to normal.

After all, she was the female lead; even if the male lead strayed, he would always come back to her in the end. Even if Yan Changsheng no longer liked her, wasn’t Xiao Chen still there?

She was to marry Xiao Chen, so why should she care about Yan Changsheng’s attitude?

She asked who it was that had kidnapped Shen Qinghe, and Xiao Chen turned his gaze to her, his expression somewhat strange.

The more Nan Sheng saw that look in his eyes, the more curious she became, "Who exactly kidnapped Qinghe? Do I know them?"

Instead of answering, Xiao Chen asked her, "Shengsheng, how old are you this year?"

He remembered that Nan Sheng used to call Shen Qinghe ’Sister.’ At the time, it didn’t seem strange, but now looking back, it felt odd.

Nan Sheng did not expect Xiao Chen to ask such a question.

Her eyes flickered slightly, "I don’t remember much about the past."

"Then do you remember your parents?" Xiao Chen continued to inquire as if casually.

Nan Sheng slowed her pace, suddenly recalling someone; her fingertips trembled slightly, "Brother Xiao, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Xiao Chen looked steadily at Nan Sheng, "The one who kidnapped Qinghe is the Emotion Demon renowned in the Three Realms, surnamed Qu, named Nian."

Upon hearing the name Qu Nian, Nan Sheng’s face lost all color.

She finally understood why Xiao Chen looked at her that way—it turned out that it was her biological father who had kidnapped Shen Qinghe.