Was it you that night?-Chapter 30 - Why did you hurt her

Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Why did you hurt her?

Chapter 30 -30: Why did you hurt her?

Nan Sheng had thought that she would easily defeat Shen Qinghe and initially underestimated her, but after exchanging fifty moves with Shen Qinghe, they were still in a deadlock. It was then that Nan Sheng realized her carelessness; Shen Qinghe was not some pushover.

After dozens of exchanges, Shen Qinghe’s swordplay became increasingly stable, and she gained the upper hand with every move against Nan Sheng.

The onlookers might not notice, but as the person involved, the more Nan Sheng fought, the more alarmed she became. She even felt that after dozens of moves, every one of her moves was suppressed by Shen Qinghe, who, for some unknown reason, had not swiftly finished her off and seemed to be deliberately toying with her.

In fact, Nan Sheng wasn’t being paranoid; Shen Qinghe’s sword momentum was indeed growing stronger. Although she was not a sword cultivator herself, she had been personally taught swordsmanship by Shen Zhuo since she was young, and she remembered all of Shen Zhuo’s sword moves by heart.

The only issue was her lack of real combat experience, which made her movements not so proficient in actual duels.

Today, with Nan Sheng coming to her to cross swords, she naturally wanted to seize this rare opportunity for real combat to gain experience.

Xiao Chen, who watched the fight progress, yawned and smiled with a curl of his lips, “Worthy of the swordsmanship personally taught by Master, Shengsheng is no match for Qinghe.”

Yan Changsheng had a grave expression, “I had no idea that Qinghe’s swordsmanship was so good.”

What he found even more unexpected was that Shengsheng would actually not be a match for Qinghe.

Everyone in the Sky Pole Sect had said that Shengsheng was a once-in-a-millennium cultivation prodigy and also a sword cultivator. If Nan Sheng were defeated by Qinghe today, how could she face others in the future?

At this moment, he really wanted to intervene to lend a hand to Shengsheng.

However, with so many onlookers present, including some with high cultivation bases, if he were to intervene, he might invite criticism and consequently cause Shengsheng to lose face.

“What’s the matter, feeling sorry for Shengsheng?” Xiao Chen teased with a curl of his lips.

This duel had been initiated by Nan Sheng; if she were to be soundly defeated, it would be a predicament of her own making, and no one else could be blamed.

Yan Changsheng said hoarsely, “Shengsheng is going to lose.”

No sooner had his words fallen than Shen Qinghe’s sword had pierced Nan Sheng’s right shoulder.

Nan Sheng’s arm went numb, her Spirit Sword slipped from her hand, and she fell to the ground in a clumsy heap.

She couldn’t believe she had been defeated by Shen Qinghe. She had reached the Middle Stage of Foundation Building, and even if Shen Qinghe’s swordsmanship was remarkable, her cultivation base couldn’t possibly be higher than hers.

But the end result was that her spiritual energy gradually depleted during the duel, while Shen Qinghe’s spiritual energy was abundant; she grew stronger as the battle waged on, ultimately winning the duel.

The entire Juxiu Hall fell silent, no one had anticipated this outcome.

It was Shen Zhiyao who first snapped back to reality, clapping vigorously and cheering loudly, “Well done, Qinghe!!”

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Xiao Chen also began to clap, his eyes showing intense admiration, “Not bad!”

Only then did everyone else come back to their senses, clapping and cheering in unison, praising loudly.

At this moment, no one paid attention to Nan Sheng, who was teary-eyed and humiliated.

The cultivation world worships strength; as long as you are strong enough, everyone will admire you. Even Nan Sheng’s admirers were now won over by Shen Qinghe’s swordsmanship.

The expression on the face of Sword Master Tian Yan was very unsightly.

Nan Sheng was his closed-door disciple, a genius that appeared once in a thousand years, and also possessed a Sword Spiritual Root. Her cultivation base was even one level higher than Shen Qinghe’s. Yet, his disciple whom he valued so highly was actually inferior to Shen Qinghe, that trash. Where could he possibly place his old face?

Nan Sheng herself was overwhelmed with shame and anger. It wasn’t until Yan Changsheng arrived at her side and lifted her up horizontally that she couldn’t help but dive into his embrace and burst into tears.

Seeing her suffer so, Yan Changsheng’s rage flared as he bellowed at Shen Qinghe, “Why did you hurt her?”

Shen Qinghe wanted to laugh upon hearing this. Before she had the chance to speak, Shen Zhiyao got ahead of her and retorted sarcastically to Yan Changsheng, “Yan Changsheng, you must be out of your mind! When you sparred with my father, didn’t you also injure him? What, is Nan Sheng so precious that she can’t be touched or harmed? Don’t forget, it was Nan Sheng who initiated the competition. She was simply no match for the other; whom can she blame?”

Shu Xiu couldn’t stand watching and felt that Yan Changsheng was unable to tell right from wrong, chiming in, “Master was seriously wounded by Second Senior Brother and has yet to awaken. Why didn’t Second Senior Brother question himself then why he injured Master?”

Yan Changsheng’s face turned a mix of red and white, rendered speechless by the rebukes from Shen Zhiyao and Shu Xiu.

The disciples under Shen Zhuo chimed in one after another, circling Shen Qinghe in the midst, lavishing her with endless praise.

Witnessing this scene was unbearable for Nan Sheng. She was supposed to be the one surrounded by everyone; she was the Junior Sister all the cultivators doted on the most.

Her eyes dimmed as she leaned against Yan Changsheng’s chest and murmured, “Brother Changsheng, take me away.”

What was there for Shen Qinghe to be proud of? If it weren’t for her own carelessness at first, how could Shen Qinghe have had the chance to wound her later?

Moreover, even if Shen Qinghe won, Brother Changsheng would never fancy Shen Qinghe. Unable to keep her own man, how could Shen Qinghe have the face to be smug?

Yan Changsheng carried Nan Sheng to the Shaonian Tower, and as he undressed her, upon seeing the ghastly wound, he knew that Shen Qinghe hadn’t been merciful.

Nan Sheng cried and shrieked in pain, which wrenched his heart. After he treated her wound, and her sweat-dampened clothes clung to her, only serving to highlight her delicate, pitiable appearance.

“Don’t cry, it will be alright soon.” Yan Changsheng soothed in a gentle voice, wishing he could take the pain for her.

Nan Sheng rested in Yan Changsheng’s arms, her voice hoarse, “Brother Changsheng, do you think I’m useless? Even though I’ve entered the Middle Stage of Foundation Building, I couldn’t defeat Qinghe. I’m so useless.”

Yan Changsheng planted a kiss on Nan Sheng’s forehead, “Silly girl, you shouldn’t underestimate Qinghe. Qinghe started training with Master since she was very young, just that she couldn’t cultivate before. Now that she has established her foundation and if she becomes a sword cultivator, she will surely achieve great things in the future. Had you put forth your full effort from the start, she might not have been a match for you.”

Nan Sheng mumbled from within Yan Changsheng’s embrace, “I just didn’t want to be harsh, knowing Brother Changsheng values her. Who would have thought she’d be harsher than me. Never mind, in a moment, Brother Changsheng will scold me again for her sake, after all, she is Brother Changsheng’s childhood sweetheart… ”

She is incomparable to you. You are the girl my heart cherishes, while Qinghe is now simply Master’s daughter, nothing more,” Yan Changsheng cut off Nan Sheng’s words.

Nan Sheng kissed Yan Changsheng’s cheek, then asked, “If Qinghe were injured today, would Brother Changsheng feel pained?”

Yan Changsheng frowned, “Qinghe has nothing to do with me.”

“Then would Brother Changsheng feel pained for her?” Nan Sheng asked stubbornly.

Yan Changsheng shook his head, “No!”

This time, Nan Sheng was satisfied, “Brother Changsheng is mine alone. You can’t feel pity for any other woman but me, Brother Changsheng, remember that.”

She couldn’t forget what happened on last year’s Mid-Autumn festival night. That time Yan Changsheng had scolded her for Shen Qinghe’s sake, and since then, she saw Shen Qinghe as a thorn in her side, a source of relentless irritation.

But since that incident, every time she clashed with Shen Qinghe, she lost. Today’s contest ended once more in her defeat.

It was as if Shen Qinghe was her nemesis; her desire to rid herself of this thorn grew more urgent by the moment!