Was it you that night?
Chapter 207 - 205: Uncle Master, Can I Not Marry You?

Chapter 207: Chapter 205: Uncle Master, Can I Not Marry You?

Yan Changsheng reflected carefully, "It seems that way."

"At first, I thought he was joking, but is there a possibility that Mr. Wuya really is our ancestor?" Xiao Chen said slowly.

Yan Changsheng stopped in his tracks, "What do you mean by that, Brother?"

Xiao Chen looked toward the clear blue sky, his eyes distant, "I once suspected Mr. Wuya was an immortal, but if Mr. Wuya were indeed an immortal, he wouldn’t have stayed in the Sky Pole Sect for such a long time, would he? Even immortals facing tribulations in The Four Seas and Eight Wilds wouldn’t stay for hundreds or thousands of years. I’ve done some research and heard that the Ancient Divine Race hasn’t been completely extinguished, in fact, a descendant was left behind. Originally, once this god’s divine vein awakened, they could have become the ruler of the Nine Heavens. Yet, it’s rumored that this individual was betrayed during their travels in The Four Seas and Eight Wilds and hasn’t been able to undergo Divinity Transformation. I’m thinking, is there a possibility that Mr. Wuya is the descendant of the Ancient Divine Race..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Changsheng’s expression subtly changed, "Mr. Wuya is the Ancient God’s only descendant?"

"This is all from my research. Coincidentally, that individual’s former residence was in Snow Bone City, which owned the Snow Bone Grass Mother Plant capable of awakening the Ancient God’s Divine Power. Later, it was stolen by a treacherous person, and Snow Bone City was also destroyed, so that individual hasn’t been able to awaken their Ancient Divine Power and has been wandering The Four Seas and Eight Wilds with no fixed abode," Xiao Chen talked at length.

Yan Changsheng’s expression went through several changes, "Is what Brother says true?"

"I speak nothing but the truth!" Xiao Chen said in a tone more serious than ever, "Changsheng, even if you and I joined forces, we wouldn’t stand a chance against Dongfang Wuya. I’m not worried about other things, but if my guess is correct, the person who took the Snow Bone Grass will surely root out the problem and wouldn’t leave Dongfang Wuya alive. By then, Qinghe would become a widow. Could I just stand by and watch Qinghe fall into a pit of fire and do nothing?"

Yan Changsheng’s eyebrows knitted tightly, "Qinghe won’t listen to me, she’s stubborn by nature and won’t change her mind once it’s made up."

"If she insists on marrying, we need to make sure she can’t. We just need to let the person who took the Snow Bone Grass know that the one they’re looking for is in the Sky Pole Sect. Then Mr. Wuya will have to leave the Sky Pole Sect!" Xiao Chen was confident that this would take care of future troubles.

Thus, Yan Changsheng and Xiao Chen naturally formed an alliance.

They shared a common goal: to keep the bothersome Dongfang Wuya far away from Qinghe.

Inside the Simple Residence Courtyard, once the annoying people had left, Dongfang Wuya finally returned to his room.

Shen Qinghe was restless. Seeing Dongfang Wuya’s arrival, her expression stiffened, "Th-that, I, I’m a bit tired..."

Seeing Dongfang Wuya approaching her, her mind went blank in an instant.

What she didn’t know was that Dongfang Wuya was quite nervous as well.

Before Shen Qinghe, he had no prior experience with romance, and no woman had been close to him; this was his first time liking someone.

As Dongfang Wuya drew closer and closer to her, until his hand rested on her shoulder, her spirit tensed even more, unsure of what he was going to do.

It was only when he squeezed her shoulder and pressed down hard, causing her to nearly jump up in pain.

Was Dongfang Wuya trying to kill her?

She looked at Dongfang Wuya, who seemed a bit guilty and coughed lightly as he explained, "Didn’t you say you were tired? I was just giving you a massage."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe immediately stood up and said, "I, I’m not tired anymore."

Dongfang Wuya looked at her, and she awkwardly diverted her gaze, her toes curling in embarrassment.

"Qinghe, are you afraid of me?" Dongfang Wuya inwardly reflected on whether he had been too harsh with her previously.

Shen Qinghe thought for a moment, shook her head, and replied, "I’m not afraid of you."

It was strange to say, but she really had never been afraid of Dongfang Wuya. He was so good to her; how could she possibly fear him?

However, she had previously regarded him as a benefactor, as well as an elder. Suddenly, he became her fiancé, and they were to share a bed. She wasn’t accustomed to the shift in his identity, and it was awkward.

Dongfang Wuya seemed to understand, "You’re not afraid of me, but you’re not quite used to me being your man, is that it?"

Shen Qinghe, embarrassed, looked down, "I’m indeed not quite used to it. Uncle Master, may I not marry you?"

Dongfang Wuya’s face darkened instantly, but by the time Shen Qinghe looked up, he had resumed his warm and genial demeanor, "Nowadays, the customs in The Four Seas and Eight Wilds are quite bad. Like Nan Sheng, for example; the day before yesterday she liked Yan Changsheng, yesterday she liked Xiao Chen, and today she’s off tempting Wu Ke. Shen Qinghe, you mustn’t be fickle like Nan Sheng."

Shen Qinghe was unfairly labeled with "being fickle" and quickly explained, "It’s not like that, I’m just not used to the change in Uncle Master’s identity..."

"Given time, you’ll get used to it," Dongfang Wuya interrupted Shen Qinghe’s words, his gaze upon her suddenly taking on a meaningful depth, "Since you’re not used to it, let’s start getting used to it tonight. From now on, I’ll sleep with you every night. Of course, if you like calling me Uncle Master, if you prefer that forbidden title, I can accommodate you."

Shen Qinghe: ...

"I will figure out a way to gradually get used to it, but could you possibly go back to Bixiao Tower?" Shen Qinghe thought Dongfang Wuya seemed like someone who could be reasoned with, so she ventured to make a small request.

"No," Dongfang Wuya said, spreading his arms and gesturing with his eyes for Shen Qinghe to help him undress.

But Shen Qinghe failed to understand, "Uncle... what do you mean?"

Dongfang Wuya was quite pleased with Shen Qinghe’s reaction; it showed that she had never helped another man undress before.

"To get used to my presence sooner, you can start by helping me undress," Dongfang Wuya encouraged her.

At this moment, Shen Qinghe deeply understood what it meant to ’shoot herself in the foot.’

She awkwardly moved closer to Dongfang Wuya, clumsily beginning to undo his blouse buttons. Being so close to the man, his warm breath brushed her cheek, making her face heat up.

She stole a glance, meeting his peach blossom eyes that shimmered like spring water; she felt overwhelmed by just one more look and quickly averted her gaze.

Indeed, sharing a bed with such a stunning man, she wasn’t losing out. Rather, it was Dongfang Wuya who had gotten the short end of the stick. He had maintained his virginity for so many years, only for her to take it away.

Thinking about how Dongfang Wuya had given her every good treasure over the years, and ultimately even his precious virginity, shouldn’t she be a bit nicer to him?

With that thought, she seriously helped Dongfang Wuya undress and said solemnly, "Uncle Master, rest assured, I will treat you well in the future."

Dongfang Wuya frowned at the grating term "Uncle Master," "I’m not much older than you; we are of the same generation. You can just call me by my name. If that feels awkward, you might as well call me husband."

Shen Qinghe thought, the term "husband" was even harder to say. She would rather call him by his name.

"You and I are of the same generation? Are you telling me you’re not yet a hundred years old?" Shen Qinghe asked curiously.