Was it you that night?

The number one Immortal Sect in the South Desolate Continent, Sky Pole Sect.

"Yan Changsheng, if you do not marry Qinghe, I will kill her!" Elder Shen Zhuo glared at the young girl beside Yan Changsheng, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Yan Changsheng was his most proud disciple. Half a year ago, when he left the mountain for trials, he promised Elder Shen Zhuo that he would marry his daughter, Shen Qinghe, upon his return.

Who would have known that upon his return from the trials, Yan Changsheng would bring back a young girl named Nan Sheng, proclaiming that he had already pledged his life to her in secret and could not marry Qinghe—where would that leave Qinghe's dignity?

Yan Changsheng's lips tightened, and he stayed silent.

Seeing him like this, Elder Shen Zhuo's anger burned even hotter, "I will give you one more chance, will you marry Qinghe or this woman?!"

Shen Qinghe stood beside Shen Zhuo, her heart aching as she watched the tense showdown between her father and Yan Changsheng. Her health had always been frail, and the shock of the moment was so overwhelming that she nearly fainted.

Her father's zeal to protect her had escalated to this point.

Yan Changsheng was extremely troubled. Although he had resolved to break off the marriage, he never expected to become enemies with his master.

He did not dislike Shen Qinghe, but he had never felt his heart stir for her. If it weren't for meeting Nan Sheng, perhaps he would have married Shen Qinghe and led a mundane life with a wife and children.

But now his heart was moved by Nan Sheng, and asking him to abandon her was absolutely impossible!

He shielded Nan Sheng behind him, his voice hoarse, "If master is angry, take it out on your disciple. Sheng'er is innocent."

Upon hearing this, Elder Shen Zhuo was unable to contain his rage and thrust his sword at Yan Changsheng.

His cultivation base had reached the Later Stage of Divinity Transformation, and he cultivated the way of the sword. In the entire Sky Pole Sect, aside from the number one cultivator Dongfang Wuya and the Sect Leader of Sky Pole Sect, no one was a match for Shen Zhuo.

Yan Changsheng had thoroughly learned Shen Zhuo's true teachings, and his cultivation base had reached the Mid Stage of Nascent Soul after the trials. But still, he fell short of Shen Zhuo by several levels.

As master and disciple crossed swords, Yan Changsheng quickly found himself on the losing end.

Shen Qinghe, fearing that someone might be killed, desperately attempted to intervene from the side, "Stop fighting, I don't like him anymore, Father, please stop."

Shen Zhuo slightly eased his swordplay, and Shen Qinghe, seeing the chance, coughed several times in relief, "My chest... it hurts so much..."

Thinking that his daughter was having an attack, Shen Zhuo hastily withdrew his sword technique.

However, Yan Changsheng's swordplay grew even more fierce. In the instant that Shen Zhuo withdrew his sword, Yan Changsheng unexpectedly pierced Shen Zhuo's chest with his sword.

This sudden turnaround stunned everyone present.

"Father!!" Shen Qinghe cried out in shock and rage, her vision turning black as she collapsed to the ground.

Struggling, she eventually crawled to Shen Zhuo's side, unable to believe Yan Changsheng would use the Changsheng Sword to strike her father's vital point.

It was the sword she had begged her father to bestow upon Yan Changsheng on her fifteenth birthday.

How could she have expected that on her twentieth birthday, Yan Changsheng would use that Spirit Sword to injure her father?

Yan Changsheng too became flustered. He was just desperately protecting Nan Sheng, seeing red, he hadn't expected his master to withdraw the sword.

"Master, disciple didn't do it on purpose!"

Shen Qinghe's tears flowed freely, her hands trembling like a leaf; she dared not touch Shen Zhuo.

Seeing her in such a pathetic state, Shen Zhuo felt pained, "Don't worry, your father won't die, why the tears..."

But his injuries were too severe, and his blood quickly soaked his entire body.

Although Shen Qinghe could not cultivate, she knew that the Changsheng Sword was unlike other Spirit Swords. It was an ancient Spirit Sword; once it hit a cultivator's vital point, even if the injured did not die, they would lose a hundred years of cultivation base.

Shen Zhuo wanted to comfort Shen Qinghe, but because his injuries were so grave, he collapsed into a pool of blood, losing consciousness.

Seeing this, Shen Qinghe was overwhelmed by panic and rage; she lost her consciousness to the darkness in an instant.

After she passed out, Shen Qinghe had a strange dream.

In her dream, she was an early-death cannon fodder in a cultivation domineering CEO novel.

The book had three crazed male leads, one of whom was Dongfang Wuya, the number one cultivator of the Sky Pole Sect, and the other two were disciples under Shen Zhuo, one being the eldest disciple, Xiao Chen, and the other being Yan Changsheng.

Nan Sheng was the fated female protagonist of the book, for whom the three crazed male leads would later turn the Three Realms upside down.

That alone would have been enough, but the evil female side character in the book turned out to be Shen Zhiyao, her half-sister from the same father.

The story began with the scene of Yan Changsheng bringing Nan Sheng into the Sky Pole Sect.

After Shen Zhuo was seriously injured and had been comatose for years without waking, today was her twentieth birthday, and it would also be her death anniversary.

The most tragic was Shen Zhiyao, the so-called evil female side character, who became a tool used by the crazed male leads to capture Nan Sheng's attention, eventually leading to Shen Zhiyao being flayed and dismembered by the crazed male leads, dying without a complete corpse.

Shen Qinghe woke up from a nightmare, gasping for air.

She remembered that the book stated that today was her day of death.

And if her father didn't wake up again, Shen Zhiyao would also begin a life of tragedy.

No, she couldn't just sit and wait for death.

Since the heavens had warned her, perhaps she still had a chance to change the tragic fate of her family.

She had to find a way to save her father.

Just as she got out of bed, Yan Changsheng stepped in slowly.

The moment she saw Yan Changsheng, Shen Qinghe suddenly felt a sense of nostalgia as if things had irrevocably changed.

The cold and indifferent Yan Changsheng would actually go crazy and lose his mind over a woman, only that woman wasn't her.

"You're not well, go back to bed and lie down," said Yan Changsheng, his voice unusually gentle.

Shen Qinghe, as if she hadn't heard, put on her shoes and attempted to leave.

Yan Changsheng suppressed the irritability in his heart and stepped forward to block her path, "Qinghe, can you not be so petulant at this time?"

"I just want to see my father, is that being petulant?" Shen Qinghe looked at the male face so close to her own and suddenly wondered what she ever liked about him.

Was it his handsome face, or did she like his icy words and cold demeanor?

When Shen Zhuo was mentioned, Yan Changsheng finally lost his composure, "I didn't mean to injure the Master. Under those circumstances..."

"All these years, my father has treated you like his own son. Even I could tell that he wasn't using his full strength when fighting against you, yet you struck him down. If you didn't want to marry me, you could just kill me with a single sword strike, but you can't injure my father. He loved you as a son, how could you, how could you use the Changsheng Sword to injure him?!" Shen Qinghe found herself choked with emotion.

That was the Changsheng Sword, the sword her father gave him, how could he be so ruthlessly heartless?

Yan Changsheng was at a loss for words for a moment, "I know I was wrong, but I didn't do it on purpose..."

"Of course you didn't do it on purpose. You were just fighting with all your might for love, who could blame you for that!" Shen Qinghe held back the tears in her eyes, her lips twisted in irony, "Don't worry, from now on, you can marry whoever you want, love whoever you want; no one will stop you from marrying the girl of your dreams."

After saying what she wanted to say, she dragged her heavy steps out of the Simple Residence Courtyard.

What she didn't expect was that Nan Sheng would actually be outside the Simple Residence Courtyard.

The young girl's face was as small as a palm, with a full chest and an astonishing figure. Her large, deer-like eyes were wet, looking innocent and harmless, easily arousing one's protective instincts.

This was the fated female protagonist of the book, with a beauty that could bring all proud sons of heaven to live and die for her, go crazy for her, be infatuated with her, and even turn the Three Realms upside down for her.

Upon seeing her, Nan Sheng's eyes filled with tears, "Miss Shen, Changsheng didn't mean to injure Elder Shen, it was all my fault."

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Starting a new novel, a cultivation domineering CEO novel, focusing on romance. I hope my treasures will show much support.