Was it you that night?
Chapter 142 - 140: The Dirty Hand on Shen Qinghe

Chapter 142: Chapter 140: The Dirty Hand on Shen Qinghe

This time, Zuo An learned his lesson. He didn’t ask Shen Qinghe to persuade Dongfang Wuya because Shen Qinghe would always follow Wuya’s wishes.

It had to be done the other way around, making Wuya realize that with his personal instruction in Daoist magic, Shen Qinghe’s progress would become even more miraculous. Thus, Wuya could also teach the other disciples along the way, killing two birds with one stone.

He first showered Dongfang Wuya with praises, and then brought up Shen Qinghe, "A cultivation genius like Qinghe is rare in this world. Without proper guidance, her cultivation could be delayed. But if you personally teach her Daoist magic and her cultivation, she will surely become the number one female cultivator in the Sky Pole Sect! Don’t you want to see Qinghe’s name celebrated across the lands?"

It was Wuya himself who had said that Qinghe was his person. Didn’t Wuya want to see his woman become the paramount female cultivator?

He felt that with Shen Qinghe’s potential, she would definitely have the chance to become a legendary figure in the cultivation world. If Dongfang Wuya personally guided her, it was possible for her cultivation base to advance by leaps and bounds each day.

Dongfang Wuya heard Zuo An’s calculated flattery and thought to himself, how was Shen Qinghe’s cultivation base any of his concern?

Yet when he looked into Shen Qinghe’s sincere eyes, he just couldn’t bring himself to say no.

Shen Qinghe of course understood that Dongfang Wuya avoided worldly affairs and was a person who hated trouble the most. Sect Master Zuo’s attempt to drag Mr. Wuya into this matter was indecent.

"Master Uncle, don’t listen to the Sect Master’s nonsense. I can cultivate on my own, and besides, the Sky Pole Sect has many elders with high cultivation bases. If all else fails, there’s still the Sect Master..."

Upon hearing this, Zuo An quickly distanced himself, "This Sect Master is a busy man. How could I have the time to teach you? Wuya is a different story. The most leisurely person in the Sky Pole Sect is him. Being taught by him is a fortune you earned from your past life’s cultivation."

He would occasionally wink at Shen Qinghe, hoping the girl would seize this rare opportunity.

But the stubborn girl was not tactful. She not only refused the help offered but even tried to push Wuya away, "Mr. Wuya is very busy and has no time to teach anyone. Don’t listen to the Sect Master’s encouragement, Master Uncle. The Sect Master is deliberately trying to drag Mr. Wuya into this."

Zuo An let out a long sigh, feeling frustrated inside. How could there be such an unwise female cultivator? His sincere advice was intended for who?

Just when he thought his plan to pull Dongfang Wuya down with him would fail, he heard the patriarch say, "It’s impossible for me to teach regularly, but I can make an effort to teach occasionally."

Zuo An’s eyes lit up, and he quickly pressed Shen Qinghe’s head to make her give thanks.

Dongfang Wuya found Zuo An’s hand truly bothersome and stepped forward to remove the dirty hand that was placed on Shen Qinghe.

"As long as you’re willing to teach, anytime is fine!" Zuo An said, grinning from ear to ear.

When the time came to invite Shen Qinghe over, he didn’t believe he couldn’t persuade the patriarch. He had discovered that Shen Qinghe was the best weapon against Wuya.

As long as it was about Shen Qinghe, Wuya would take matters into his own hands. This was the conclusion he had reached.

The people around, who were eavesdropping with perked ears, were surprised to hear that Dongfang Wuya was willing to teach. However, some disciples who had experienced Dongfang Wuya’s teaching knew his indifference toward the students. Only Shen Qinghe had garnered Dongfang Wuya’s attention back then.

In the end, he even gave Shen Qinghe a secret manual.

Some were still tallying up how many magical treasures Dongfang Wuya had given to Shen Qinghe. One was the Red Lotus Shield Armor, another the Heterodox Cultivation Manual, and even the Black Rope that Shen Qinghe had found had once belonged to Dongfang Wuya.

None of Dongfang Wuya’s magical treasures were anything less than excellent.

Whoever was fortunate enough to receive a magical treasure from Mr. Wuya, could they worry about lacking the opportunity to advance in level?

Now, everyone looked at Dongfang Wuya with eyes as if seeing a piece of succulent meat. Of course, there were also a portion of Dongfang Wuya’s fan girls. Knowing that in the future they might have the chance to be up close and worship Dongfang Wuya’s unparalleled beauty made them feel full of longing.

Dongfang Wuya let everyone feast their eyes on Sword Master Tian Yan’s "dying visage" before deciding to let Tian Yan go.

Sword Master Tian Yan hated Dongfang Wuya so much that he itched for revenge, secretly vowing that if he ever got the opportunity, he would make Dongfang Wuya suffer, flaying his skin and dismantling his bones, as the only way to appease his hatred.

Dongfang Wuya certainly knew that he attracted hatred, he slowly walked up to Sword Master Tian Yan, "You hate this lord, don’t you? If you had the ability and your cultivation base were stronger than mine, then you would have more than just a begrudging stare to throw at me."

There were plenty who bore hatred towards him; his list of enemies was not lacking the presence of Sword Master Tian Yan.

At this moment he was contemplating that he probably should personally teach Shen Qinghe the ways of Daoist magic. She was talented, just as outstanding as he was, and equally likely to attract resentment.

The appearance of Qu Nian was an ill omen.

Only if Shen Qinghe herself became strong enough, would she not fear being seen as a thorn in other’s sides.

Sword Master Tian Yan was so angry but dared not speak, until he was taken away.

After Dongfang Wuya saw the irksome figure leave, he then said to Zuo An, "Today’s lesson is postponed to tomorrow, this lord shall make a trip here."

His voice wasn’t loud, but everyone present heard it, and instantly they became agitated, brimming with excitement.

Shen Qinghe originally wanted to say something to Dongfang Wuya, but he didn’t give her a single glance before disappearing in front of her using the teleportation technique.

Once Dongfang Wuya had left, all the disciples promptly dispersed.

Elder Wang asked Zuo An worriedly, "Are you sure it’s okay for Wuya to teach them? Is the sect master really at ease with this?"

Won’t there be any trouble?

He thought that with Dongfang Wuya’s explosive temperament, just about anything could happen.

"What’s there to worry about?" Zuo An was completely unperturbed.

As long as Shen Qinghe is here, the ancestor will restrain himself; that’s the ability of Shen Qinghe.

In fact, he felt the rumors were probably not much different from the truth; Wuya most likely had some designs on Shen Qinghe. However, Wuya was indeed not the sort to engage in love and courtship.

Seeing Zuo An so confident, the other elders didn’t find it appropriate to say more.

When Shen Zhiyao saw Shen Qinghe still staring dazedly in the direction where Dongfang Wuya had disappeared, she wrapped an arm around her shoulder and said, "Your black rope is really amazing, it defeated Master Tian Yan without you lifting a finger, so satisfying!"

Shen Qinghe’s mind was not on that, she furrowed her brow and asked, "Elder sister, don’t you think Mr. Wuya’s attitude is a bit strange?"

Pretending ignorance, Shen Zhiyao smiled and replied, "You’re overthinking! Mr. Wuya always does as he pleases, unconventional and untrammeled, what’s so strange about that?"

"But ever since he appeared, he hasn’t given me a single glance. I’m worried I might have done something disrespectful to him while drunk, could that be why Mr. Wuya is displeased with me?" Shen Qinghe thought this was a very likely possibility.

Every time she drank to excess, she wouldn’t remember what she did, and upon waking, she would forget everything completely.

In addition, everyone said that Mr. Wuya didn’t leave the Simple Residence Courtyard until the fourth watch of the night...

The Sword Practice Field was too crowded, Shen Qinghe didn’t dare to ask more, so she simply pulled Shen Zhiyao away.

Yan Changsheng instinctively wanted to follow them, but Shen Zhiyao suddenly turned around to look at him, "We’re not going the same way as Second Senior Brother, maybe you should go ahead?"

Yan Changsheng’s gaze fell on Shen Qinghe’s face, but she didn’t look at him.