Was it you that night?
Chapter 159 - 157: Even if it’s for feeding a dog, I can’t possibly give it to Nan Sheng

Chapter 159: Chapter 157: Even if it’s for feeding a dog, I can’t possibly give it to Nan Sheng

The elders looked at one another, none of them having expected that a seemingly light whip from Shen Zhiyao could wield such power.

Even when Nan Sheng was punished by the Thunder Whip last time, his reaction was not as intense as it was at this moment, nor was he hurt so badly.

Could the Black Rope possibly be more powerful than the punishment of the Thunder Whip?

An Lu and Rong Yu, after their initial shock, remembered to help Nan Sheng up and stop the bleeding.

But as soon as they touched him, Nan Sheng twitched all over in pain, and they dared not make any further physical contact with him.

In just a short time, the ground where Nan Sheng lay became a smeared mess of blood. Lying in a pool of blood, his features were no longer recognizable, his face smeared with blood, a terrifying sight.

Everyone who saw this eerie scene felt nauseous, even the admirers of Nan Sheng watching outside the Council Hall felt queasy at the sight, some even looking away.

Inside the Council Hall, Zuo An was the first to come to his senses.

If they allowed Nan Sheng’s blood to flow uncontrollably like this, he might die of blood loss. Not knowing how to handle the situation, Zuo An simply asked Elder Wang to check on Nan Sheng’s injuries.

Elder Wang, holding back feelings of disgust, did not dare to move Nan Sheng, only feeding him a Healing Pill and asking, "Where’s Xiao Chen?"

It was only when Elder Wang asked that everyone realized Xiao Chen was nowhere to be seen.

After taking the Elixir, Nan Sheng’s pain from the whipping did not subside, nor did the bleeding stop.

He felt as if the area he had been whipped was being scorched by raging flames, as if even his bones had been burnt. What worried him most was the severe pain in his newly formed Golden Core, which threatened to shatter.

At that moment, Zuo An also noticed the perilous state of Nan Sheng’s Golden Core, seeming like it might break apart at any time.

His complexion changed slightly. He had not expected that what seemed like an innocuous whip from Shen Zhiyao could have such a terrifying effect.

The other elders, seeing this, could not bear to witness Nan Sheng’s newly formed Golden Core shatter, nor could they stand to see the cultivation of such a gifted cultivator destroyed. They hurriedly cast spells together and forcefully stabilized his teetering Golden Core.

The blood still flowed from Nan Sheng’s wounds, dyeing the elders’ hems red, and they sat in a circle around the bloodstained Nan Sheng, creating a bizarre scene.

Many disciples outside the Council Hall had not expected the Black Rope to wield such dreadful power and were even more baffled that Shen Qinghe, the true master of the Black Rope, had not been the one to wield it. How had such a casual whip from Shen Zhiyao brought Nan Sheng’s Golden Core to the brink of destruction?

Some even worried that even if Nan Sheng’s Golden Core was saved, if the bleeding could not be stopped, he would still bleed to death.

Shen Qinghe and Shen Zhiyao exchanged glances, and the Shen sisters, no longer interested in the spectacle, decided to leave the Council Hall.

Seeing Shen Qinghe, the instigator of the trouble, about to leave, Elder Wang quickly called out to her with a stern tone, "Qinghe, don’t you have a Top-grade Healing Pill given to you by Wuya? Give one to Nan Sheng to stop the bleeding. She was injured by the Magical Treasure you control; you should help her stop the bleeding..."

Shen Qinghe turned around, locking eyes with Elder Wang, who immediately felt a bit intimidated.

"I do have a Top-grade Spirit Pill for healing, but even if it were for feeding a dog, I wouldn’t give it to Nan Sheng," Shen Qinghe said, and before everyone present, she played with the Elixir, grinding it into powder between her fingertips in an instant.

Shen Zhiyao applauded from the side, "Well done, Qinghe!"

Everyone watching the Shen sisters’ actions was at a loss for words. Dongfang Wuya’s eyes flickered with amusement as he found Shen Qinghe’s temperament increasingly to his liking, the more he watched her, the more he became fond of her.

Elder Wang, truly at his wit’s end, had no choice but to seek help from Dongfang Wuya, "Nan Sheng is, after all, a rare cultivation genius that comes once in a millennium for the Sky Pole Sect. Wuya, you have healing pills, could you give one to Nan Sheng?"

After hearing this, Dongfang Wuya indeed produced a fragrant elixir. Elder Wang, seeing the elixir, was overjoyed and was about to take it when, unexpectedly, Dongfang Wuya’s hand, halfway through, took a turn and instead brought the pill to Shen Qinghe’s lips.

Shen Qinghe swallowed it without hesitation, not forgetting to irritate Elder Wang a bit, "Sorry, I ate the elixir."

Elder Wang, played by these two, was fuming with anger, thinking to himself how there could be such unkind female cultivators?

Elder Sheng, seeing that Nan Sheng was still bleeding profusely, suddenly remembered that Elder Wang had once received a Sacred Healing Pill from Dongfang Wuya and said, "Old Wang, don’t you still have one? Give it to Shengsheng to take. If she keeps bleeding like this, even if her Golden Core is preserved, she will die of blood exhaustion!"

Elder Wang’s heart was bleeding.

That was a top-grade spirit pill he had obtained from Wuya a hundred years ago, one he couldn’t bear to take even when he was seriously injured. Now that he had to give it to Nan Sheng, how could he not feel pain?

"Yes, Elder Wang values talent so much, surely he can’t bear to watch Nan Sheng die of blood exhaustion; why don’t you give it to her?" Shen Zhiyao said with ill-concealed schadenfreude on the side.

For a moment, everyone was looking at Elder Wang, wanting to see if he would hand over the elixir.

Zuo An also spoke up, "There are matters of urgency, Old Wang. You give the elixir to Nan Sheng first, and in the future, she will surely repay your life-saving grace."

Elder Wang looked at Nan Sheng and caught her pitiful eyes.

He ultimately couldn’t bear to see such a talented young girl become crippled and, with a heavy heart, administered the elixir to Nan Sheng.

As it turned out, the top-grade spirit pills refined by Dongfang Wuya were really effective; Nan Sheng had just taken the pill when the bleeding gradually stopped.

Shen Qinghe thought to herself that Nan Sheng truly deserved to be the protagonist; even Elder Wang, who was so selfish, was willing to give her a top-grade spirit pill.

As she and Shen Zhiyao were about to leave the Council Hall, they encountered An Lu’s gaze.

An Lu instinctively avoided Shen Qinghe’s eyes, she and Rong Yu were also quite frightened and trying their best to lower their presence.

However, Shen Qinghe slowed down her pace as she passed by them, and, whether it was intentional or not, the Black Rope suddenly wrapped itself around the waists of the two women.

They turned pale with fright and looked at Shen Qinghe with horror, seeing her gentle smile.

"Qing... Qinghe, let’s... let’s talk nicely..." Rong Yu’s voice trembled, not daring to move, afraid that a lash from the Black Rope would disable her.

Shen Qinghe’s smile became even gentler, "This Black Rope of mine is quite mischievous, often beyond my control as its owner. You’d better stay away from us Shen sisters; sometimes I too fear what I can’t control."

Rong Yu and An Lu nodded frantically, just hoping Shen Qinghe would quickly move the Black Rope away from them.

Shen Qinghe gave one last look at the frightened pair before leaving with Shen Zhiyao.

But the Black Rope still lingered around the waists of Rong Yu and An Lu. An Lu was so scared she almost screamed, "Qinghe, you haven’t taken your magical treasure."

Shen Qinghe seemed to only then realize the Black Rope hadn’t followed her, and with a gesture of her hand, the Black Rope "whooshed" back onto her wrist, obediently and well-behaved.