Was it you that night?
Chapter 177 - 175: Want to Soil Her

Chapter 177: Chapter 175: Want to Soil Her

Shen Qinghe was naturally unaware of what Yan Changsheng and Xiao Chen were thinking. When she witnessed the Black Rope reach Dongfang Wuya’s hands, she saw him toy with it for a while, and it ultimately reverted back to a rope—but no longer was it a rope entirely black in color. Instead, half of it was white and half black, which seemed somewhat odd at first glance.

In Dongfang Wuya’s hands, the Black and White Rope seemed to be suffering and stretched out half its length towards Shen Qinghe, as if pleading for her help.

She hesitated then said to Dongfang Wuya, "Uncle-Master, why don’t you give it back to me?"

Dongfang Wuya pinched the Black and White Rope, which shrank even smaller as if showing submission. Only then did he toss the rope back to Shen Qinghe.

Shen Qinghe calmly caught the rope, which clung to her wrist like a savior, wrapping around it tightly.

Whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that the Black and White Rope seemed to fear Dongfang Wuya, trembling a bit upon returning to her wrist...

Xiao Bai laughed upon seeing this, "This thing is still the same as before, getting timid around its owner. It used to be quite mischievous, but eventually, the owner got annoyed and threw it away. I guess it’s afraid of being tossed into the Spiritual Treasure Repository by the owner again?

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe reassuringly stroked the Black and White Rope and softly said, "You’re now my Life-bound Magic Treasure, I won’t throw you away, rest assured. Uncle-Master won’t discard you either, he was just playing with you just now."

"Who was playing with it? If it dares to be presumptuous with you again, this lord will throw it away once more," Dongfang Wuya glanced coldly at the Black and White Rope.

The Black and White Rope stuck to Shen Qinghe’s wrist and didn’t dare to move, feeling that Mr. Wuya was too bullying to a mere rope.

But now its owner was Shen Qinghe, and even Mr. Wuya would have to lower his noble head in the presence of his owner, wouldn’t he?

With that thought, it regained some confidence.

Shen Qinghe really didn’t understand what had made Dongfang Wuya so angry. When had the Black and White Rope been forward with her? It had always been well-behaved, okay?

But Xiao Bai understood, the owner was dissatisfied that the Black and White Rope had turned into a hairpin and secured Fairy Qinghe’s lush hair. If things went as expected, the owner was being jealous of the Black and White Rope.

Such strong possessiveness towards Fairy Qinghe from the owner, if these two missed their chance, how regrettable would that be?

At this moment, he became even more determined to bring the two together!

When all the disciples participating in the competition had assembled, Zuo An, concerned, took Shen Qinghe aside to instruct her: "You’ll have to watch over Wuya more during the contest. He’s proud and hot-tempered, so if he gets into conflicts with others, you must persuade him softly. This ancestor doesn’t listen to anyone else, only to you, so you must manage him well! Whatever you say, he will listen to..."

The more Shen Qinghe listened, the more embarrassed she felt. Was the sect leader overestimating her?

Besides, when did Mr. Wuya ever listen to her? It was always she who was being scolded.

"Sect leader, you shouldn’t count on me, alright? How could I possibly manage Mr. Wuya? You should tell Elder Wu a bit more; I think Mr. Wuya might listen to him," Shen Qinghe replied with an awkward laugh.

What was she, after all? Just a junior of Mr. Wuya, it would be strange if he listened to her.

Zuo An looked at Shen Qinghe with a smile, as if he saw a bright and splendid future for the Sky Pole Sect: "Qinghe, don’t be so humble. You don’t know your own strength. I’ll leave Wuya in your hands, help me discipline him well. If he doesn’t listen to your discipline, you just take out your wife’s..."

"Zuo An, if you don’t know how to speak, then don’t speak at all!" Dongfang Wuya, who had appeared behind them at some point, suddenly interrupted, startling Shen Qinghe.

She glanced at Dongfang Wuya and met his emotionless eyes. She immediately pushed the responsibility onto Zuo An, "It—it’s the sect leader talking nonsense, not my idea. Uncle-Master, if you must blame someone, blame the sect leader!"

"Ignore him!" Dongfang Wuya said as he pulled Shen Qinghe to his side, ready to set off for Yuheng Mountain.

Zuo An was still uneasy and followed behind them, admonishing, "Mr. Wuya, when you’re outside, control your temper. Although you truly can fight, it’s better not to provoke enemies for the Sky Pole Sect. Qinghe, you must stop Wuya in time when he gets out of control, even if it means using beauty tricks if necessary..."

Shen Qinghe’s expression was as embarrassed as it could be. She stole a glance at Dongfang Wuya, wanting to defend herself, but she really didn’t have the face to speak up.

Who knew that Dongfang Wuya would suddenly look at her and ask with a frown, "Do you really plan to use beauty tricks on me?"

Shen Qinghe blushed and hastily shook her head.

Dongfang Wuya looked at her cheeks flushed with crimson clouds and thought she was too shy to carry out such beauty tricks on him.

But she had a quality that was particularly endearing, which was her purity. Men are strange creatures; seeing someone so pure, they especially want to sully her...

"The sect master never speaks properly; don’t take it to heart, Uncle Master. I wouldn’t dare to disrespect Uncle Master; I swear!" Shen Qinghe said, and immediately moved further away from Dongfang Wuya.

Dongfang Wuya didn’t trouble her further but still felt somewhat depressed.

Xiao Bai leaned in close to Dongfang Wuya and whispered, "I think the sect master has a point; having Fairy Qinghe monitor the master is a wise move by the sect master..."

He couldn’t continue speaking because he had been silenced by his master.

He simply went over to Shen Qinghe, pointed to his own throat, and she immediately understood, "You’ve been silenced by Mr. Wuya?"

Xiao Bai nodded in frustration; he loved to talk, and not allowing him to speak was torture.

Knowing Xiao Bai’s lively nature, Shen Qinghe couldn’t help going over to Dongfang Wuya to plead on Xiao Bai’s behalf, hoping he would lift Xiao Bai’s gag order.

After listening quietly, Dongfang Wuya indifferently parted his lips, "What are you to me that I should listen to you? Xiao Bai is my puppet; how does punishing him concern you?"

His words made Shen Qinghe meekly shut her mouth.

She also remembered what Zuo An said about keeping Dongfang Wuya in check, and at that moment, she felt as if she had been harshly slapped in the face. She had not realized she was overstepping her bounds, and yet she had the audacity to plead for Xiao Bai.

Shen Zhiyao, who was listening on the side, snickered and said to Xiao Bai in a low voice, "Qinghe did her best, but it’s not that she can’t help you because of inability; it’s because Mr. Wuya loves saving face."

Xiao Bai nodded repeatedly, agreeing with her point of view.

He felt that if his master continued to be so venomous with his words, he would drive away his potential daoist companion.

Just before they were about to set off, Yan Changsheng approached Shen Qinghe and asked, "Qinghe, would you like to depart with me?"

Shen Qinghe certainly didn’t want to, and as she was about to refuse, a red figure suddenly appeared beside her, grabbing her wrist and leaping onto the Spirit Sword.

Looking at that hand on her waist, she really wanted to remind Dongfang Wuya that such an act was overly intimate.

But seeing Dongfang Wuya’s tightly pressed lips, she thought if she were to speak up, he might very well push her off the Spirit Sword with his foul temper.

At that moment, she wisely kept silent, silently beholding the majestic rivers and mountains below, and her mood gradually broadened.