Was it you that night?
Chapter 175 - 173: Grossing Wuya Out!

Chapter 175: Chapter 173: Grossing Wuya Out!

Shen Qinghe was also very curious, but she believed that enhancing her cultivation base was the righteous path, so she advised Shen Zhiyao a few words.

However, for the sake of caution, Shen Zhiyao still took several face-changing pills, just in case.

Changing her appearance wasn’t important, what mattered most was staying alive.

Meanwhile, Wu Ke returned to his cave dwelling and summoned his disciple to ask about the recent events. After hearing about everything that had happened to Nan Sheng since she joined the Sky Pole Sect, he exclaimed, "So much has happened to Nan Sheng after she came to the Sky Pole Sect, it’s just outrageous."

But it must be said, Nan Sheng’s impact was enormous.

Her appearance turned the Shen Family into a string of bad luck, each on the brink of life and death, while Shen Qinghe not only survived but also found an opportunity to cultivate, truly impressive.

Shen Qinghe was originally a mortal with a sickly constitution. Shen Zhuo cared for this daughter the most, also because of the short life expectancy Shen Qinghe had.

But suddenly Shen Qinghe could transform from a mortal to a cultivator, he believed only one person could make that happen.

Not long after Dongfang Wuya returned to the Bixiao Tower, Xiao Bai informed him of Wu Ke’s visit.

When Wu Ke entered the Bixiao Tower, he even brought along a jar of Daughter Red wine.

Dongfang Wuya’s mood wasn’t great, but he didn’t bother with pleasantries and poured himself a cup of wine.

"Worrying about something?" Wu Ke asked with interest, raising an eyebrow.

Dongfang Wuya, a person never concerned with any worldly matters, was now seen drowning his sorrows in alcohol for the first time by Wu Ke.

"What concerns could I possibly have?’ Dongfang Wuya took a sip of wine and then shook his head in disdain, "It’s not tasty, doesn’t compare to the rice wine brewed by Shen Qinghe."

Wu Ke couldn’t help but snicker, "This time when I returned and saw Qinghe, I felt she had changed a lot. She used to be unremarkable, but now she’s dazzling, like she’s completely transformed into someone else. By the way, her ability to cultivate, that’s because you gave her an Immortal Pill, right?"

Dongfang Wuya swept him with a dismissive glance, "You can touch anyone you like, but you can’t touch Shen Qinghe. I’ll say this now, if you dare lay a finger on her, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

Wu Ke, unlike others, wasn’t intimidated by Dongfang Wuya at all and sighed softly, "Wuya, you don’t understand. In this world, only ’emotion’ is beyond control. I’m just afraid that if I truly fall for Qinghe, even dying by your hand would be worth it."

Dongfang Wuya looked at Wu Ke coldly, "Are you sick or what?!"

"Among my many flaws, my greatest is my weakness for beauty. If I should die because of love in the future, I would die content." What Wu Ke didn’t mention was that his interest in Shen Zhiyao was much greater than in Shen Qinghe.

However beautiful Shen Qinghe was, she was not his type, but Shen Zhiyao was different. He used to have designs on Shen Zhiyao but since she was already spoken for, he never interfered.

His liking for a woman always came quickly and left quickly.

He wouldn’t pine for any particular woman; if one wasn’t available, he would soon find another target. He didn’t believe in undying love that transcended life and death. He simply couldn’t stay faithful to one woman nor be loyal from the start, much like Nan Sheng in this regard.

"Just remember one thing, Shen Qinghe is not someone you can touch. Otherwise, I will personally kill you!" Dongfang Wuya’s expression was indifferent as he issued an eviction order, "You may leave now."

Wu Ke thought Dongfang Wuya was a killjoy. He originally wanted to find out exactly what the relationship between Dongfang Wuya and Shen Qinghe was.

Now, without asking, he knew that Wuya must have feelings for Shen Qinghe; otherwise, he wouldn’t have such a strong possessive desire for her.

That night, Nan Sheng just couldn’t fall asleep.

The areas where the Black Rope Whip had struck burned intolerably, each lash felt as if it were nailed into her soul. If she could deceive herself into thinking it was just an illusion before, tonight she finally faced the truth head-on.

It seemed as her emotional turmoil intensified, the pain in her body grew stronger, and what’s worse, it affected her cultivation.

Her cultivation had always progressed smoothly, breaking through levels as easily as drinking water. But now, every time she sat down to meditate, she felt blockages where the whip had struck, preventing the spiritual energy from circulating through her body.

Furthermore, the thought of Shen Qinghe advancing ahead of her made her even more restless and anxious.

Unable to sleep, she got up to meditate and cultivate, using the mental methods from the "Heterodox Cultivation Manual" to forcibly break through the blocked areas, but the harder she tried, the more intense the pain became.

Eventually, overwhelmed by the pain, she vomited a mouthful of dark blood.

She quickly took a Healing Pill, and the pain eased slightly, but the areas lashed by the whip hurt even more.

The next morning, at the crack of dawn, the disciples from Sky Pole Sect who were to participate in the competition gathered, and Nan Sheng hurried over to join them.

Her face was as pale as paper, her lips without a hint of color, appearing delicate and pitiable. Her doe-like eyes were remarkably large and somewhat vacant, adding an even more fragile charm.

Many male cultivators’ gazes lingered on Nan Sheng, feeling protective every time they beheld her.

Just then, Shen Qinghe also arrived at the gathering spot.

Today she was still dressed in the plain Disciple’s Clothing, her fair skin as exquisite as cold jade, her eyes clear and pure, her black hair tied up high on her head with a half-white, half-black hairpin.

Everyone felt there was something odd about the hairpin on her head, and upon closer inspection, they realized it was slowly expanding and contracting.

They looked as if they had seen a ghost, at first thinking they were mistaken. They stared at Shen Qinghe, completely forgetting the stunning impression Nan Sheng had made just moments before.

Shu Xiu pointed to Shen Qinghe’s hairpin and reminded her, "Qinghe, your hairpin is moving!"

Shen Qinghe gave a sheepish smile, "It’s my Black Rope. Somehow, it turned into an intertwined black and white color this morning. When I was looking for a hairpin, it volunteered to take the place of one. So, I just made do and used it."

At that moment, Wu Ke appeared and stood by her side, peering curiously at the hairpin atop her head, "If there’s no mistake, it changed color because you have advanced in level."

Upon hearing this, everyone curiously crowded around, wanting to get a closer look at what Shen Qinghe’s Black Rope had become.

Because Shen Qinghe used it to pin up her hair, it wasn’t convenient for her to take it out to show everyone, causing them to surround her in unison.

Dongfang Wuya, who saw this scene through the Xuantian Mirror, was utterly disgusted.

Xiao Bai, sensing his master’s emotional fluctuations, tried to intervene, "Master, just bear with it and it will pass..."

Dongfang Wuya snapped at him, "How am I supposed to bear this?"

Xiao Bai: ...

He screamed in his mind, his master must have forgotten that he himself was nameless and insignificant, at most having saved Fairy Qinghe a few times.

His master didn’t even have the right to be jealous!!!

It was the master himself who wanted to keep his distance from Fairy Qinghe, and it was he who said that he would leave sooner or later, but every time the master saw a man approaching Fairy Qinghe, he was consumed with rage. What would he do when he was no longer around and Fairy Qinghe married another man?

"Master, you should still bear it. After all, Fairy Qinghe hasn’t found a Daoist companion yet and has the right to be pursued by other men..."