Was it you that night?
Chapter 154 - 152: Scorned and Insulted by Dongfang Wuya

Chapter 154: Chapter 152: Scorned and Insulted by Dongfang Wuya

Shen Qinghe no longer wasted words, as she too wanted to know if her recent practice had made any progress.

Her sword moved effortlessly, each move a spontaneous action of her body, her spirit following the sword, her mind free of distractions; she quickly entered a state of self-forgetfulness.

Because of the rumors of romance between Shen Qinghe and Dongfang Wuya that were spreading like wildfire throughout the Sky Pole Sect, the sight of the man and woman at the center of these rumors standing together was so stunning that it had already attracted the attention of many.

Unexpectedly, the atmosphere shifted as Shen Qinghe suddenly made her move, blossoming several sword flowers. Dongfang Wuya stood amidst the light of blades and swords, creating an eerie yet breathtaking scene.

To onlookers, they only saw Shen Qinghe’s afterimage merge with the Sword Qi, alongside the vivid silhouette surrounded by the light of blades and swords...

By the time Shen Qinghe ceased her swordplay, there were still countless sword shadows faintly enveloping her and Dongfang Wuya, their two figures—one in white and one in red—creating a beautiful picture amidst the shadows of the swords.

Everyone held their breath, afraid to disturb the man and woman in this scene.

As for Shen Qinghe, the participant, she was oblivious to the fact that she and Dongfang Wuya had captured everyone’s attention, and she wasn’t even aware that Little Black, Yan Changsheng, and Xiao Chen had stopped fighting at some point. Everyone was watching her and Dongfang Wuya.

Seeing that Dongfang Wuya was just looking at her and saying nothing, she felt somewhat uneasy, "Uncle-Master, have I made any progress?"

Dongfang Wuya considered himself to have high standards. He had already thought about how he would scold her after her sword dance, such as not letting men affect her training speed, or how she should practice with undivided attention. It had been best if she stayed in the Simple Residence Courtyard all day and didn’t come out, dedicating all her thoughts to cultivation.

But he didn’t expect that this girl’s Sword Intent had already reached the Transformation Realm. Sword Cultivators spent thousands of years without grasping the Sword Intent that she could perform at the drop of a hat after just ten short days.

If her Cultivation Base were to rise even higher, it was unknown what level of achievement she would reach in the future.

At this moment, his only feeling was pride that this was the child he had saved and personally taught. This was his fortune.

This girl made him proud!

Although he was excited inside, his expression remained composed as he simply said, "Not bad. You must continue to practice diligently in the future and not be lazy."

Receiving a "not bad" from Dongfang Wuya made Shen Qinghe overjoyed. She knew his standards were high, so for him to say "not bad" meant she had truly made progress.

"Yes, I will definitely practice harder in the future and not slack off!" Shen Qinghe was full of hope for the future at this moment.

Dongfang Wuya looked at Shen Qinghe with approval and couldn’t resist ruffling her hair, "If you encounter any difficulties when you’re cultivating, you can discuss them with me."

Shen Qinghe thought for a moment and felt that there was indeed something troubling her.

She glanced around and noticed that the crowd had somehow moved exceptionally close to her and Dongfang Wuya. Everyone had been watching them, and when she looked over, they all simultaneously turned their backs in a synchronized manner.

Shen Qinghe then remembered that wherever Dongfang Wuya went, he drew attention. She spoke to him in a low voice: "Uncle-Master, may I have a word with you alone?"

Dongfang Wuya complied and accompanied Shen Qinghe to the most secluded corner of the Sword Practice Field to ensure no other disciples followed. Then she spoke in a soft voice about her concern, "That day after practicing on the Sword Practice Field, didn’t Uncle-Master give me an Elixir to consume? I feel like I might be on the verge of a breakthrough after taking that Elixir. Is it just my imagination, or was that Elixir truly an Immortal Pill?"

"Another breakthrough so soon?" Dongfang Wuya was also a bit surprised.

Although Immortal Pills were indeed beneficial for a Cultivator’s training and extremely rare in the Cultivator World, Shen Qinghe’s speedy approach to a breakthrough was beyond his expectations.

"Does this mean I am really about to break through?" Shen Qinghe asked, both shocked and delighted.

Dongfang Wuya recalled the Sword Intent of Shen Qinghe’s Man-Sword Unity earlier and suddenly realized, "It’s not just the effect of that Immortal Pill, but also your comprehension of the Shen’s Swordsmanship and its Sword Intent, which has reached a certain level. The two combined are the reason you could break through so quickly – it’s within reason."

Unable to restrain herself, Shen Qinghe excitedly embraced Dongfang Wuya, "Uncle-Master is truly wonderful. Without your help, I wouldn’t have made such great progress. Thank you, Uncle-Master!"

The moment she hugged him, Dongfang Wuya’s body stiffened, feeling the softness of the young girl pressed against him.

This was no Illusory Realm, nor was it a dream, but a real embrace.

After hugging Dongfang Wuya, Shen Qinghe also felt his body stiffen, and she then realized her impropriety. She hurriedly stepped back, her face flushed as she explained, "Uncle-Master, I, I was just too excited earlier. I didn’t mean to disrespect you."

Mr. Wuya is not her elder sister; she can’t just hug him without thinking.

Dongfang Wuya felt a bit awkward himself, looking every which way to avoid Shen Qinghe’s face and clearing his throat, "I will forgive you this time, but do not be disrespectful to me again."

Having said that, he quickly walked away, nearly stumbling over a stone in his haste, lurching forward and almost falling.

"Uncle-Master, be careful!" Shen Qinghe was by Dongfang Wuya’s side in an instant, reaching out to support his arm.

Dongfang Wuya, feeling his awkwardness witnessed by Shen Qinghe, couldn’t maintain his composure and sharply scolded, "I do not need your assistance!"

Shen Qinghe felt his words made sense and quickly released Dongfang Wuya’s arm.

Dongfang Wuya walked a few steps ahead and then turned back to explain, "Just now, I tripped over the stone because I was walking too fast."

Shen Qinghe hastily nodded in agreement, "What Uncle-Master said is true!"

He did trip over a stone, so why did he feel the need to explain it to her specially?

Dongfang Wuya turned around, and after taking a deep breath, he regained his composure, "Shen Qinghe, if you dare to casually throw yourself into my arms again, I..."

"I won’t dare again, Uncle-Master, please don’t be angry!" Shen Qinghe cut him off before Dongfang Wuya could finish his threat.

It was also her fault for losing control in her jubilation, daring to embrace him so boldly. Knowing that he usually doesn’t allow anyone near him, her repeated "offenses" against him were bound to upset him.

At this time, neither Shen Qinghe nor Dongfang Wuya knew that their recent "embrace" had been seen by some disciples, including An Lu, who was fervently infatuated with Dongfang Wuya.

She had already been jealous and resentful witnessing Shen Qinghe’s Sword Dance, and now, seeing Shen Qinghe audaciously fling herself at Dongfang Wuya had incited her further.

Under the influence of this double provocation, she began spreading rumors about Shen Qinghe seducing Dongfang Wuya.

Meanwhile, Shen Qinghe, completely focused on cultivating and waiting for Shen Zhiyao to awake, was oblivious to An Lu’s malicious embellishment that had transformed the story into one where she shamelessly tried to seduce Dongfang Wuya, only to be scorned and insulted by him...

At first, Shu Xiu didn’t notice anything amiss with the rumors, but as they grew more and more outrageous, she went to Simple Residence Courtyard to inform Shen Qinghe about the gossip.