Was it you that night?
Chapter 134 - 132: Shen Qinghe, what is your relationship with Xu Jun?

Chapter 134: Chapter 132: Shen Qinghe, what is your relationship with Xu Jun?

Dongfang Wuya drained the wine from his cup in one gulp, then motioned for Shen Qinghe to fill it again.

Shen Qinghe had no choice but to pour him another cup, and he emptied it as soon as she did.

She knew Dongfang Wuya had a high cultivation base, and that a few cups of wine were nothing to him, but she couldn’t help but remind him, "Uncle Master, please drink slowly, be careful not to harm your health by drinking too hastily."

An Lu, who was beside him, saw Dongfang Wuya drinking so enthusiastically, and having the chance to gaze at him closely, her eyes became blurry with fascination. She found the man in front of her unbelievably handsome.

Because of the alcohol, his lips glistened with wine, which made his thin lips appear even more sensual and alluring. His usually cold peach-blossom eyes now seemed to be filled with peach blossom wine, emitting a gentle shimmer as if beckoning someone to reach out and touch him.

It’s said that beauty beguiles, and the ancients truly did not deceive me.

If she could have a spring encounter with Mr. Wuya, she would gladly accept death!

An Lu swallowed hard, holding her wine cup as she approached Dongfang Wuya with bashful and timid lips, "Disciple An Lu also toasts Uncle Master. After Lu’er finishes this cup, Uncle Master may do as you wish..."

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you have the right to cozy up to me?!" Dongfang Wuya, upon hearing An Lu call him Uncle Master, felt disgusted and scolded her without mercy.

An Lu had not expected Dongfang Wuya to be so merciless, her face turned pale, and she didn’t know whether to advance or retreat.

Upon witnessing this scene, Shen Zhiyao remembered An Lu’s desertion in battle in Blue Sky Town and took the opportunity to kick her while she was down, "Mr. Wuya is not someone that just anyone can aspire to. Our Qinghe has a special relationship with Mr. Wuya and is fortunate to be able to call Mr. Wuya Uncle Master. Where did you get the face to dare call Mr. Wuya Uncle Master?"

Dongfang Wuya, hearing this, looked at Shen Zhiyao, and finally found her face somewhat pleasing to the eye. She seemed to know how to speak, aware of his uncommon relationship with Shen Qinghe.

Shen Zhiyao, receiving Dongfang Wuya’s approving gaze, felt greatly encouraged, "You, who deserted in the midst of battle, better stay away from a noble person like Mr. Wuya with high moral standing. Don’t sully Mr. Wuya!"

She had suddenly remembered; Qinghe had said that An Lu was the vicious female supporting character in the book, who had caused her trouble on many occasions. She would be foolish not to take this opportunity to add insult to injury.

Humiliated by Shen Zhiyao, An Lu’s face couldn’t be more unsightly. She looked subconsciously towards Dongfang Wuya, hoping he would put Shen Zhiyao in her place.

Dongfang Wuya, however, didn’t even deign to give her a glance, leaving her out in the cold; of course, he wouldn’t accept her toast.

An Lu was seething with anger, yet she was powerless to do anything. Just as she was stuck in limbo, Nan Sheng spoke to defuse the situation for An Lu, "How about I drink with Senior Sister An? Since Mr. Wuya is accompanying Qinghe for drinks, Senior Sister An shouldn’t disturb them."

On the surface, it seemed like she was helping An Lu out of the awkward spot, but her words were actually fanning the flames.

All disciples of Sky Pole Sect knew An Lu was an ardent fangirl of Mr. Wuya, yet Mr. Wuya treated Shen Qinghe differently from others. Wouldn’t this make An Lu bear a grudge against Shen Qinghe?

An Lu looked towards Dongfang Wuya, but he did not meet her gaze, instead, his eyes fell on Shen Qinghe’s face.

As if sensing her gaze, Dongfang Wuya turned to her, his eyes as cold as frost.

Not daring to meet Dongfang Wuya’s eyes again, she sat down next to Nan Sheng. She clinked glasses with Nan Sheng, her resentment towards Shen Qinghe reaching new heights.

What was so great about Shen Qinghe? Wasn’t it just that her luck was slightly better than others?

What was infuriating was that Shen Qinghe used to be a mere mortal, hideously ugly, and even her betrothed, Yan Changsheng, didn’t want her. Yet now, she had successfully formed her core.

The news of Shen Qinghe’s magical treasure making waves had now spread throughout Sky Pole Sect.

What she couldn’t stand the most was that Dongfang Wuya was particularly good to Shen Qinghe. Ever since he came to the Simple Residence Courtyard, his gaze had barely left Shen Qinghe, as if she held a unique place in Dongfang Wuya’s eyes.

She whispered to Nan Sheng, "Shengsheng, I understand how you feel. It’s alright; things will get better. Some people’s luck won’t last forever, you must persevere."

Nan Sheng glanced at An Lu and thought to herself that this woman was no saint either, actually mocking her.

"Brother Xiao and I will get married soon, Senior Sister An should also work hard." Nan Sheng returned her smile to An Lu.

Upon hearing this, An Lu looked over at Xiao Chen and noticed that he was again looking at Shen Qinghe. She found this to be an interesting phenomenon and quietly hinted, "Big Senior Brother seems to have an unusual interest in Qinghe. On the day of your pact, he left you alone; have you never wondered the reason for it?"

The expression on Nan Sheng’s face remained unchanged: "Senior Sister An has everything going for her, except that she is too calculating."

The people present had good hearing and listened to Nan Sheng and An Lu’s verbal sparring, with many showing peculiar expressions.

Based on Shen Zhiyao’s past temperament, she would have definitely told these two women to roll away.

But now, she enjoyed watching these so-called friends provoke each other; she listened with great interest.

Only Shen Qinghe and Dongfang Wuya were undistracted.

One was trying hard to entertain Dongfang Wuya, an esteemed guest, while Dongfang Wuya delighted in the attention from Shen Qinghe’s eyes on him alone.

Xu Jun was originally seated on the other side of Shen Qinghe. Before Dongfang Wuya appeared, Shen Qinghe’s focus was mostly on him; she didn’t guard against him as before and was quite happy talking to him.

After Dongfang Wuya arrived, Shen Qinghe didn’t spare Xu Jun a single glance the whole time, always taking care of Dongfang Wuya instead.

What’s more, Dongfang Wuya’s gaze would occasionally sweep over him with a disdainful look that made Xu Jun feel utterly ashamed.

Shen Qinghe’s admiration for Mr. Wuya was no secret, and it was not the first time he heard that Shen Qinghe’s successes today were with Mr. Wuya’s help.

He could feel a faint hostility from Mr. Wuya towards him, yet he and Mr. Wuya had no old grievances, and he truly couldn’t understand where this hostility came from.

"I, too, would like to toast to Mr. Wuya and thank him for taking care of Qinghe these past two years," Xu Jun said, raising his cup to Dongfang Wuya.

Dongfang Wuya’s eyes landed on Xu Jun’s face, as if he finally took proper notice of him.

"And you are?" he asked indifferently.

Xu Jun’s expression was a bit awkward.

Seeing this, Shen Qinghe explained for Dongfang Wuya, "This is Senior Brother Xu, also a fellow disciple under my father. I was in danger today, and it was thanks to Senior Brother Xu’s timely assistance that I was spared injury."

Dongfang Wuya realized, "So this is Xu Jun. Shen Qinghe, what is your relationship with Xu Jun?"

Shen Qinghe was looking directly into Dongfang Wuya’s unfeeling peach blossom eyes, eyes that were usually full of passion but now exuded a bone-chilling coldness.

That’s right, Xu Jun had almost married her in the Illusory Realm; how could Mr. Wuya not know about Xu Jun?

Why was he suddenly displeased by Xu Jun’s toast to him?

After some consideration, she softly replied, "Senior Brother Xu is my fellow disciple."

"So he’s just your fellow disciple. Listening to his tone just now, this Jun thought he had some special relationship with you," Dongfang Wuya said with a slightly chilly tone, his mocking gaze sweeping over Xu Jun.