Was it you that night?
Chapter 178 - 176: Shen Qinghe, Can You Escape the Palm of My Hand?!

Chapter 178: Chapter 176: Shen Qinghe, Can You Escape the Palm of My Hand?!

Dongfang Wuya looked at Shen Qinghe’s smiling face and suddenly puzzled, "Shen Qinghe, haven’t you felt it’s abnormal to have so many men around?"

Shen Qinghe thought carefully before shaking her head, "I don’t have any men around me."

She and Shen Zhiyao lived in the Simple Residence Courtyard, where were the men?

Dongfang Wuya stared intently at Shen Qinghe for a long while before suddenly taking out an elixir and bringing it to her lips.

In the past, Shen Qinghe would have taken the elixir without a second thought because she trusted Dongfang Wuya, but this time she kept her lips firmly shut, glaring at Dongfang Wuya.

She recognized it, it was a Face-changing Pill, and Dongfang Wuya was still thinking about making her change her face.

She liked her own face and didn’t want to change!!

Dongfang Wuya pinched Shen Qinghe’s chin, smiling tenderly at her, "Be obedient, if you eat it, it can solve many troubles for you."

For example, it could rid her of some bothersome admirers, he was doing this for her own good!

At this moment, Shen Qinghe was still undaunted by Dongfang Wuya, but she felt that the male lead was just that, not quite normal, and even if he treated her well usually, he would do terrifying things, like forcing her to change her face.

She shook her head, trying to avoid Dongfang Wuya’s hand. The Black and White Rope on her hand sensed her emotions, but it only lifted its rope head, not daring to disrespect Dongfang Wuya.

Just as Dongfang Wuya was about to forcefully shove the elixir into her mouth, she struck at Dongfang Wuya with her palm.

Dongfang Wuya hadn’t expected Shen Qinghe to strike at him, and she hit him squarely with her palm.

Only Shen Qinghe didn’t dare to use much force, and the strike felt more like a tickle to Dongfang Wuya, his figure didn’t even sway in the slightest.

"Shen Qinghe, you’ve got some nerve, daring to strike at me?!"

No sooner had he spoken than Shen Qinghe leaped away.

The Black and White Rope transformed into a Black and White Sword in the blink of an eye, firmly dragging Shen Qinghe’s body and wildly flying forward.

The Black and White Rope was aware of Dongfang Wuya’s terrifying power and fled forward as if its life depended on it, while Shen Qinghe once again witnessed the horror of the Black and White Rope; its speed was such that even a Cultivator at the Divinity Transformation Stage using Sword Control couldn’t match.

Yet the most terrifying was still Dongfang Wuya, despite the Rope’s swift speed, his languid voice followed like a shadow, "Have I been too lenient with you? Shen Qinghe, do you think you can escape from my palm?!"

The Black and White Rope trembled with fright, but for the sake of its master, it decided to take the risk.

Therefore, it sped up even faster, and it was also fortunate that Shen Qinghe’s cultivation base had advanced rapidly and she no longer had a fear of heights; she remained calm despite the harrowing speed.

She just couldn’t understand why Dongfang Wuya suddenly went mad. She had thought that him giving her the Face-changing Pill last night was a whim, but seeing the stubbornness in Dongfang Wuya as he tried to forcibly feed her the pill, she feared she couldn’t escape this calamity.

"I might not be able to escape..." Shen Qinghe murmured to herself.

Just then, she sped past a group of Cultivators.

Although it was a fleeting glance, she saw the figure of Zhao Xueluo.

She made a split decision, instructing the Black and White Rope to turn back.

The disciples of the Shenwu Sect had been marvelling at the incredible speed of the Cultivator who had just flown past when they saw the same person return, who was none other than the celestial beauty Shen Qinghe.

Zhao Xueluo recognized Shen Qinghe and excitedly waved to her, "Qinghe, why are you alone?"

As soon as she spoke, a graceful red figure appeared.

Shen Qinghe was so frightened that she immediately clung to Zhao Xueluo’s arm, fearing that Dongfang Wuya would suddenly take her away by force. With other sect disciples present, Dongfang Wuya wouldn’t possibly drag her away forcibly, would he?

"Mr. Wuya is here too, and there are other fellow disciples behind," Shen Qinghe said, her eyes fixed on Dongfang Wuya.

Dongfang Wuya acted relatively normal in front of others as he waved to Shen Qinghe, "Shen Qinghe, come here."

"I rarely get to meet Fairy Xueluo, and I’d like to stay with her. Maybe Uncle-Master, you could go ahead?" Shen Qinghe’s words seemed respectful and polite, but her heart was in her throat.

She suspected that with Mr. Wuya’s imperious temperament, he would likely drag her away in front of other sect disciples, and her only gamble was that Dongfang Wuya had not yet become so reckless.

Dongfang Wuya simply watched Shen Qinghe, but she avoided his seemingly mild yet mocking gaze.

As it turned out, she had guessed correctly; Dongfang Wuya still refrained from creating too ugly a scene in front of the other sect disciples.

"As you wish!" Those two words fell, and Dongfang Wuya had disappeared in an instant.

Shen Qinghe felt the weight lift from her heart and broke into a cold sweat.

Zhao Xueluo, a clever person, had long noticed the underlying tension between Dongfang Wuya and Shen Qinghe beneath their calm exteriors.

As soon as Dongfang Wuya left, Zhao Xueluo asked in a low voice, "What did Mr. Wuya do that frightened you into hiding behind me?"

Shen Qinghe couldn’t state the explicit reason and dodged it vaguely, "It’s just that I did something wrong that displeased Mr. Wuya, and things will be better when his anger subsides."

A female cultivator surnamed Yin asked with ill intent, "You are Shen Qinghe? I’ve heard that you wished to climb into Mr. Wuya’s bed but were disdained by him. It seems the rumors are indeed true!"

Zhao Xueluo, upon hearing this, turned a cold face toward Female Cultivator Yin and said sternly, "Junior Sister Yin, watch your mouth. Do not spread nonsense. If it brings disaster upon our sect, I doubt even ten of you could bear the consequences!"

Shen Qinghe’s delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, not understanding why Female Cultivator Yin held such deep animosity towards her.

"Xueluo, have you also heard these rumors?" Shen Qinghe asked seriously.

Zhao Xueluo didn’t hide it, "Indeed, there have been unfavorable rumors spreading across the South Desolate Continent about you. I suspect someone is deliberately spreading these harmful rumors. Moreover, there’s also talk that you consumed Snow Bone Grass, implying that possessing your body means acquiring the Snow Bone Grass as well. This matter could be big or small; you must be careful. I’m afraid there might be those who wish to harm you during the grand competition!"

Shen Qinghe, realizing the gravity of the situation, responded solemnly, "I’m aware of it and will be cautious."

Had it not been for this outing, she would not have known someone had been scheming against her like this.

The one scheming against her was probably connected to Nan Sheng if not unexpected. Even if it wasn’t Nan Sheng herself, it could be from Nan Sheng’s clique, possibly An Lu or maybe Rong Yu.

"Now that you’ve become successful, so beautiful, and with such talent for cultivation, there must be many in Sky Pole Sect who are jealous of you. I heard you advanced in level again yesterday?" Zhao Xueluo asked curiously.

In her heart, Shen Qinghe felt insecure because she knew her rapid advancement had much to do with the Immortal Pill Mr. Wuya had given her, which had nothing to do with her own cultivation talent.

She responded hesitantly, "I’m just luckier than most people."

Seeing this, Zhao Xueluo pinched her tender cheeks, liking her more and more, "If only we were in the same sect, then we could visit each other often."

Shen Qinghe smiled, feeling that she and Zhao Xueluo indeed got along well.