Was it you that night?
Chapter 176 - 174: First Comes Marital Reality, Then a Little Master Is Born

Chapter 176: Chapter 174: First Comes Marital Reality, Then a Little Master Is Born

Xiao Bai had not finished speaking when the figure of Dongfang Wuya had already disappeared before his eyes.

Xiao Bai helplessly put away the Xuantian Mirror and said to Little Black, who was petrified on the spot, "Did you see that? Now you know how much Master cares about Fairy Qinghe, right?"

Little Black was silent for a while before asking, "Master isn’t really going to join Fairy Qinghe in the grand competition, is he? His identity shouldn’t be so high-profile. He usually doesn’t even want to leave his residence, yet today he’s making a big show of participating in the grand competition..."

At this point, he sighed deeply, "Could it be that Fairy Qinghe is a femme fatale?"

Xiao Bai had long given up the idea of bringing Shen Qinghe and Dongfang Wuya together, but now he felt he might still need to give it a try.

He thought that if Master were to miss out on Fairy Qinghe, he would only end up lonely in his old age.

Although there was a disparity between the status of Fairy Qinghe and Master, Fairy Qinghe had potential, and who knew if she might come across even greater fortunes in the future.

This grand competition might provide an opportunity to bring Master and Fairy Qinghe closer together. For example, by first making them a couple in fact, then having them bear a little master...

"Let’s go, we can’t stray from Master’s side." Xiao Bai had finally made up his mind at this moment.

Meanwhile, as Shen Qinghe was surrounded by a crowd of people, Dongfang Wuya’s slightly sinister voice suddenly sounded from outside the crowd, "What a lively scene, what are you all looking at?"

The male and female cultivators surrounding Shen Qinghe felt that the owner of the voice was being rather sarcastic.

They all looked towards the source of the voice, coming face-to-face with Dongfang Wuya’s peach-blossom eyes filled with a hint of frost.

Everyone immediately made way, allowing Dongfang Wuya to see Shen Qinghe’s face.

"How did Uncle-Master get here?" Shen Qinghe, not realizing Dongfang Wuya was upset, asked in confusion.

She knew Dongfang Wuya was unlikely to lead the team, so his appearance at this Shichen was quite curious.

"I am in charge of leading the team for this competition. Why, do you have an objection?" Dongfang Wuya continued sarcastically.

Shen Qinghe: ...

Seeing her look innocently at him, Dongfang Wuya walked up to her and said sarcastically again, "What were they looking at just now? Why so closely huddled? Why don’t you let me have a look as well?"

It was then that Shen Qinghe finally sensed Dongfang Wuya’s displeasure. In order to appease this important figure, she replied with a smile, "Just now, everyone was curious about what the Black Rope had changed into, so I showed them, if Uncle-Master wants to see..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a hairpin had appeared in her hair, and naturally, the hairpin that the Black Rope had transformed into was taken by Dongfang Wuya.

On usual occasions, Black Rope was very proud and didn’t let others touch it.

But in Dongfang Wuya’s hands, it became obedient and allowed him to fiddle with it as he pleased.

Shen Qinghe found the scene quite miraculous. She felt that powerful people were always impressive, capable of taming even a wilful magical treasure like the Black Rope.

However, the scene of Black Rope in her hair now being pinched and prodded by Dongfang Wuya seemed somewhat eerie to her—why was that?

Shen Qinghe herself did not notice the peculiar looks from the disciples of the Sky Pole Sect, but Shen Zhiyao was not blind; she clearly understood the meaning behind everyone’s gazes.

Mr. Wuya’s action of changing the hairpin was smooth and natural, but he had just taken his own hairpin to personally adorn Qinghe’s hair.

The act of adorning someone’s hair is quite intimate, only the naive Qinghe failed to notice anything unusual.

Shen Qinghe was unaware of everyone’s strange thoughts until Zuo An came up to her and looked at her affectionately, saying, "Qinghe, the future prosperity of the Sky Pole Sect rests on you."

Shen Qinghe was quite startled by these words, "Sect Master is just jesting."

What does this have to do with that? She’s just a minor Golden Core cultivator, how could she be entrusted with a heavy responsibility?

Zuo An’s gaze towards Shen Qinghe grew even more affectionate as he glanced at Dongfang Wuya with a pointed look, smiling, "I have a keen eye for people, and this time won’t be an exception. Qinghe, you will definitely become an impressive cultivator! Wuya, don’t you think so?"

Dongfang Wuya looked satisfied as he gazed at the hairpin in Shen Qinghe’s hair, "Although you’re right, she will also need to put in the effort herself."

The smile on Zuo An’s face became even more exaggerated, as he stared at Shen Qinghe, finding her more and more pleasing to the eye.

Wu Ke looked at Shen Qinghe, then at Dongfang Wuya, and suddenly asked, "Wasn’t the sect master supposed to let me lead the team for this competition?"

What business did Dongfang Wuya have coming over himself?

"Since Wuya is also going, let him lead the team, and you listen to him," Zuo An didn’t hesitate to cast Wu Ke aside.

Wu Ke: ...

He only felt fortunate that he was broad-minded; otherwise, he would have died of anger at Zuo An, the sect master who abandons loyalty for gain.

"Wuya, aren’t you usually the one who prefers to keep a low profile? Are you sure you want to join this competition?" Wu Ke slung an arm around Dongfang Wuya’s shoulder.

Dongfang Wuya shrugged off Wu Ke’s unruly hand and moved a bit further away, "Your actions are unreliable. I’m worried about the sect disciples being harmed by you. I’m still not reassured and have decided to make the trip myself."

Hearing this, Wu Ke looked at the Shen sisters with a smile that was not quite a smile, but met Shen Zhiyao’s wary eyes as she looked at him.

Strange, what had he done to make Shen Zhiyao guard against him as if he were a wolf?

What he didn’t know was that last night, Shen Qinghe had specifically mentioned something to Shen Zhiyao.

Shen Zhiyao clearly remembered her sister telling her about her terribly tragic death in the original story, which was intricately linked with Wu Ke, Nan Sheng’s number one fan.

She also warned that Wu Ke would become Nan Sheng’s lapdog in the future and advised her to stay away from Wu Ke when she saw him.

Wu Ke already had a bad reputation in the Sky Pole Sect as a philanderer. Shen Zhiyao had always felt uncomfortable with the way Wu Ke looked at her, but they had little interaction, so she didn’t really feel strongly either way.

Now that she knew Wu Ke was also one of Nan Sheng’s enforcers in the original story and that her death was greatly related to him, it was only natural for her to be wary of Wu Ke.

Nan Sheng felt terrible seeing Shen Qinghe receive all the attention that used to be hers upon her arrival.

Seeing Wu Ke and Shen Zhiyao exchanging glances, her anger burned even fiercer.

One by one, the male leads in the book were all good to Shen Qinghe, the early-death cannon fodder, and even Wu Ke, the top enforcer, was flirting with Shen Zhiyao, the malicious supporting female. How could she tolerate this?

She was determined to have Wu Ke in her pocket during this trip to Yuheng Mountain, making him work for her.

After all, Wu Ke was nothing but a womanizer who loved beauty. She refused to believe he could resist her face!

Xiao Chen and Yan Changsheng stood together, finding the whole scene of Dongfang Wuya asserting his rights over Shen Qinghe vexing, especially since neither of them had the chance to get close to Shen Qinghe.

Both of them couldn’t help but think back to the events that occurred in the Illusory Realm, and unconsciously, the storyline from the Illusory Realm seemed to be overlapping with the present situation.

As Shen Qinghe grew closer and closer to Dongfang Wuya, they could only watch as bystanders.

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Best matchmaker Xiao Bai: It seems I’m still needed in this household