Was it you that night?
Chapter 143 - 141: Twisted Fervor

Chapter 143: Chapter 141: Twisted Fervor

"Qinghe, now that you’re a cultivator, be careful with drinking alcohol from now on. Don’t get drunk again..."

"Second Senior Brother, there’s no need for you to worry about our Qinghe. Take care of yourself, please!" Shen Zhiyao’s eyes almost rolled back in her head.

In the past, she treated Qinghe so poorly, and now she’s putting on an act of caring for her, which she found hypocritical.

Yan Changsheng had nothing else to say and left alone for Shaonian Tower.

He wished that time could flow backward so that he wouldn’t make the same mistakes again.

He had recently found a breakthrough and was certain that if he continued his research, he could make time revert to the past. Then, he would have the chance to start over with Qinghe, the chance to bring Qinghe back to his side.

A distorted fervor and eagerness flashed in his eyes, making his cold and handsome face seem a bit eerie...

Nan Sheng followed Xiao Chen’s side, naturally heading towards the Spring Breeze Pavilion.

Once inside the Spring Breeze Pavilion, Xiao Chen slowed his pace and suddenly said, "Shengsheng, isn’t it inappropriate for you to live in the Spring Breeze Pavilion like this?"

Nan Sheng was startled, and the color drained from her face. She looked down, fumbling with her sleeves, at a loss for words, "Brother Xiao didn’t remind me, and I’d forgotten. We’re not yet married, and it’s indeed not good for me to live in the Spring Breeze Pavilion like this."

Xiao Chen felt a pang of compassion but still thought that before he had a clear mind, he couldn’t continue living with Nan Sheng in an ambiguous situation.

"Don’t overthink it, you should go back," he spoke indifferently.

Nan Sheng nodded slightly, "Then I’ll go back. Brother Xiao, take care of yourself and don’t exert yourself day and night for the sake of cultivation. If Brother Xiao has any matters, you can send someone to call for me."

"Alright," Xiao Chen saw the redness in Nan Sheng’s eyes. He felt pity for her, but never did he feel his heart stir.

Unlike every time he saw Shen Qinghe, his heartbeat would uncontrollably accelerate.

Nan Sheng returned to her own Side Courtyard, feeling so wronged she wanted to cry.

Lately, she consoled herself that she didn’t need to do anything to get the story back on track. The truth was, Yan Changsheng didn’t love her anymore, and her marriage to Xiao Chen was on shaky ground.

The reason for their change of heart was because of Shen Qinghe.

Shen Qinghe was originally a character doomed to an early death, but this woman had taken everything that was supposed to belong to her. Her marriage with Xiao Chen couldn’t suffer any mishaps—where would that leave her face?

Not only had Shen Qinghe recently stolen her limelight, but she had also got the only Master who favored her thrown into the Nether Pool. Shen Qinghe was leaving no escape for her.

Thinking of this, she could no longer sit still, and simply called her two maids, Rong Yu and An Lu, to accompany her to the Simple Residence Courtyard.

Inside the Simple Residence Courtyard, Shen Qinghe was still troubled by Dongfang Wuya’s cold and distant behavior, questioning if she had done something wrong to anger him.

Seeing her constantly muttering about Mr. Wuya, Shen Zhiyao couldn’t help but ask, "Qinghe, who abducted you this time? What happened during the abduction? Tell me everything, and you’re not allowed to hide anything. Don’t think of lying and saying you don’t remember what happened—I don’t believe that!"

Shen Qinghe was about to say she didn’t remember when Shen Zhiyao’s words rendered her silent.

"If you tell me, perhaps we can find out the reason behind Mr. Wuya’s coldness," Shen Zhiyao tempted.

Shen Qinghe thought that since it was all an Illusory Realm and a dream, it obviously wasn’t real, so she didn’t hold back any longer and recounted everything that happened after she was abducted.

Shen Zhiyao’s mouth fell open after hearing this, and it took her quite a while to find her voice, "You married Mr. Wuya in the Illusory Realm?"

Shen Qinghe silently nodded, "It was in the Illusory Realm, a fake marriage."

"And later, Qu Nian even gave you a dream where you had a child with Mr. Wuya in the dream?" Shen Zhiyao really suspected there was something wrong with her ears.

"Elder sister, that was just a dream; I never took the Illusory Realm or the dream seriously!" Shen Qinghe firmly replied.

Shen Zhiyao wordlessly looked at her naive younger sister.

Perhaps Mr. Wuya took the Illusory Realm and the dream a bit too seriously? Moreover, two consecutive illusions brought him and Qinghe into closer intimacy. Mr. Wuya had always been a man uninvolved with love, and being "seduced" by Qinghe in the Illusory Realm, who knows, maybe he really had developed feelings for Qinghe.

Last night, when Qinghe was drunk, Mr. Wuya used a spell to relieve the girl’s headache. That tender demeanor was probably because he was too engrossed in the role and forgot to disconnect.

"Is Qu Nian truly Nan Sheng’s biological father?" Shen Zhiyao asked again after a while.

Shen Qinghe gave a bitter smile, "Why else would Nan Sheng be called the Girl of Destiny? With a father like Qu Nian, she, a mere mortal, received the Immortal Pill and suddenly had an immortal fate. Qu Nian’s own experiences are legendary enough, and with Nan Sheng having Qu Nian’s blood flowing in her veins, it all makes sense."

"That’s true. But Qinghe, you’re not any less special; aren’t you a mortal who suddenly gained an immortal fate as well? Why do I feel like your experiences and Nan Sheng’s are particularly similar? Could it be that the pill Mr. Wuya had you take was also an Immortal Pill, and that’s why you suddenly found yourself with an immortal fate?" Shen Zhiyao thought aloud.

No sooner had she finished speaking than the two sisters looked at each other, realizing that this possibility was highly likely.

How could a mortal without a Spirit Root, on the brink of death, come back to life and suddenly be capable of Qi Refinement?

The reason mortals are mortals is precisely that they lack Spirit Roots and can’t cultivate.

But Nan Sheng’s experience enlightened Shen Zhiyao, and suddenly she understood that Qinghe’s acquisition of an immortal fate was no coincidence; it was thanks to Mr. Wuya.

"I’ll go ask Mr. Wuya." Shen Qinghe said, hurriedly leaving the Simple Residence Courtyard and heading toward the Bixiao Tower.

No sooner had Qinghe left than Nan Sheng appeared.

Upon seeing Nan Sheng, Shen Zhiyao couldn’t muster a pleasant expression, "Do you want something?"

An Lu, who currently loathed Shen Qinghe the most, found even the sight of Shen Zhiyao’s bright and beautiful face particularly irritating.

She sneered coldly, "We came looking for Shen Qinghe, have her come out!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhiyao couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation, "Our Qinghe is now considered a prodigy of the Sky Pole Sect, she carries quite the presence. Who do you think you are to demand her presence?!"

What is this nonsense? To dare cause trouble in the Simple Residence Courtyard!

That’s right, Nan Sheng is the heroine of the book, while Rong Yu and An Lu are the supporting female characters, plus her, the venomous supporting female character—several main female characters from the original text were all present.

"It’s one thing for Shen Qinghe to entice Mr. Wuya, but to even think of enticing Big Senior Brother, we’ve come to reason with her. Tell her to have some shame and not to act as if she can’t live without a man’s flirtatious demeanor!" An Lu shouted indignantly.

Shen Zhiyao was hot-tempered and the overprotective sort when it came to her sister. Seeing An Lu disparaging Qinghe like this, she was livid.

Without a word, she drew her sword and was about to strike when she suddenly remembered that she was the venomous supporting female character in the book. If she acted rashly now in response to the confrontation instigated by Nan Sheng and her cohorts at the Simple Residence Courtyard, wouldn’t she be falling into Nan Sheng’s trap?

No, she couldn’t be impulsive.