Was it you that night?
Chapter 249 - 247: Making You Jealous, I have an Affair with Her

Chapter 249: Chapter 247: Making You Jealous, I have an Affair with Her

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound and saw a figure in bright red approaching from the void, arriving in front of the crowd in an instant.

The Changkong Sword Saint had almost no rivals in the cultivation world, and he had heard that Dongfang Wuya’s cultivation base was unfathomably deep. He had once wished to meet Dongfang Wuya, but he never expected it to be under these circumstances.

With Dongfang Wuya’s arrival, another woman’s voice rang out, it was Shen Qinghe, "The so-called Holy Maiden of the Formless Sect accuses the Sky Pole Sect of harboring the World-Ending Catastrophe, but does she know that Nan Sheng was a disciple expelled from the Sky Pole Sect?"

As Shen Qinghe’s voice faded, she, dressed in plain disciple’s clothing, had already reached the crowd.

She was dressed in simplistic attire, with only a wooden hairpin adorning her bun.

"Qinghe, where is your life-bound magic treasure?" Xiao Chen was the first to notice something amiss.

Shen Qinghe raised her plain hand, and Little Rope appeared faintly on her wrist, almost merging with it.

All present, including the Changkong Sword Saint, couldn’t discern her current level of cultivation, which was the most eerie aspect.

"Since Nan Sheng is no longer a disciple of the Sky Pole Sect, you are now the most suspicious. For the sake of the world’s people, better to wrongfully kill than to let go. Shen Qinghe, surrender your life!" The Changkong Sword Saint took action against Shen Qinghe as he spoke.

What else could the disciples of the Sky Pole Sect not understand upon seeing this?

The Changkong Sword Saint was set on taking Qinghe’s life, whether or not she was the World-Ending Catastrophe, Qinghe had to die.

Dongfang Wuya was about to intervene, but Shen Qinghe said to him, "I want to try this myself!"

Although Dongfang Wuya was a bit worried, he still decided to let Shen Qinghe give it her all.

The Changkong Sword Saint was a highly-skilled sword cultivator, ranked within the top twenty cultivators in the current cultivation world, and only one step away from the Transcendance Tribulation Stage after the Mahayana Realm.

Success in the Transcendance Tribulation Stage meant one could achieve Ascension, the peak level of cultivation that so many strived for their entire lives, right?

For Shen Qinghe to contest with a master like the Changkong Sword Saint, it was her fortune.

Zuo An saw Shen Qinghe fighting the Changkong Sword Saint while Dongfang Wuya stood by, and he said in a low voice, "You’re too complacent. Even if Qinghe’s cultivation and swordsmanship are high, can she compare with the Changkong Sword Saint?"

Dongfang Wuya glanced indifferently at Zuo An, "In a moment, you’ll see the prowess of my woman."

Zuo An, who suddenly got served a mouthful of dog food: ...

"Qinghe doesn’t really have anything to do with you now, does she?" Zuo An boldly spoke the truth.

He thought Dongfang Wuya would get angry, but to his surprise, he replied proudly, "If she had nothing to do with me, would I sleep in her bed every day? Do you think it’s possible that she and I have no connection? Let me make you envious, I have a bond with her, and we will never be unconnected, sooner or later, I will become her Daoist companion!"

In Zuo An’s mind, it was clearly Mr. Wuya who shamelessly stayed in the Simple Residence Courtyard; Shen Qinghe couldn’t win against him, which is why she had no choice but to relinquish her own bedroom.

So how had it become a relationship with a bond when it came to his high and mighty words?

"Fine then, good luck." Zuo An’s attention was drawn back to the scene, his expression becoming increasingly serious.

He knew that the Simple Residence Courtyard had attracted several lightning tribulations over the past year, but he could no longer discern what level Shen Qinghe’s cultivation base had reached.

Only now, as he watched her cross swords with the Changkong Sword Saint, did he realize just how powerful Shen Qinghe’s cultivation base had become.

Not to mention Zuo An’s surprise, the other cultivators present were watching so intently that they couldn’t look away.

They couldn’t see the speed at which the two were drawing their swords; all they knew was that a blue and a white phantom, mixed with shadows of swords, were converging in the air, and as they fought, they moved further and further away, soon leaving the Sky Pole Sect behind.

The onlookers couldn’t discern the details, but Dongfang Wuya could see clearly that his woman’s cultivation base had reached such a level.

The Changkong Sword Saint had not taken Shen Qinghe seriously at first, but the instant he crossed swords with her, he felt her strength.

He couldn’t even tell what level Shen Qinghe’s cultivation base was, but when Shen Qinghe drew her sword, it was light and fluttery, seemingly without any lethality.

Yet, this light and fluttery sword wind was like a net ensnaring him within it. The harder he fought, the tighter the Sword Net trapped him, causing his heart to grow increasingly fearful.

Seeing that dozens of moves had gone by and he hadn’t even touched the hem of Shen Qinghe’s clothes, while his own body had mysteriously acquired several sword marks.

These sword marks, penetrating his vestment robe, seared into his skin with unbearable pain. The higher the cultivation, the more one valued their life, and he was no exception.

The vestment robe he wore was an Ancient Divine Artifact, and until now, no magical treasure had ever been able to pierce through it. But this time, Shen Qinghe’s life-bound magic treasure appeared invisible, unseen and unfelt in the air, detectable only by its fierce Sword Qi.

Most incredulous was the fact that his own cultivation base was at the Mahayana Realm, yet he couldn’t use his powerful cultivation to overpower Shen Qinghe. It seemed as if Shen Qinghe’s cultivation base was not inferior to his own, and could possibly be even higher?

In all his years of cultivation, he had never encountered such a bizarre opponent.

And Shen Qinghe had only been cultivating for about five years. How had she cultivated into this monster before him?

At this moment, he truly believed the rumors that Shen Qinghe was the World-Ending Catastrophe. No normal cultivator could achieve such a high level of cultivation in just a few years. No one!

This was also the first time the Changkong Sword Saint felt fear—an opponent whose cultivation base he couldn’t see clearly, a cultivator wielding an invisible life-bound magic treasure, who could deliver a fatal blow from an unseen corner at any moment. How could he not be afraid?

His current level of cultivation had not come easily, and he did not wish to die in such an unclear and senseless manner.

He even felt that Shen Qinghe was not fighting with all her might; it seemed she was merely using him to practice her swordsmanship and get a feel for her weapon.

"Fairy Qinghe, let’s just call it quits for today," the Changkong Sword Saint said, attempting to retreat.

Shen Qinghe, however, said leisurely, "That won’t do. Once my sword is unsheathed, it must be stained with blood before it can be sheathed again. But if the senior can tell me who has been spreading rumors behind my back, that I am the World-Ending Catastrophe, then we can call it quits for today! I am one who always repays my debts of gratitude and enmity. If I can’t live well, then no one else can hope to either!"

The Changkong Sword Saint pondered for a moment before deciding to come clean, "The rumors were spread by the Demon Queen. She came to me one day out of the blue, claiming you were the reincarnation of the World-Ending Catastrophe and that the prophecy of the Formless Sect’s Holy Maiden said that if I killed you, I would be the savior of the world. This news has already spread throughout the cultivation world. It might not just be me; other cultivators might also cause trouble for the Fairy. Please be careful."

"It’s not a big deal for me to sheathe my sword. But I wonder if I might trouble the senior to clear up this rumor?" Shen Qinghe said at her leisure, "Of course, the senior is under no obligation to help me out, but we have to come to some resolution regarding this match. The senior can take his time to decide—I’m not in a rush..."

How could the Changkong Sword Saint not perceive the threat in Shen Qinghe’s words?

Valuing his life, just like her, he did not want to lose it for the sake of others. This Shen Qinghe was someone who would surely avenge any grievance, and her temperament quite suited his own taste.