Chapter 11: Acting on Impulse

"Mr. Wuya is looking at Qinghe, isn't he? It's true, Qinghe is beautiful. It's not surprising that Mr. Wuya has taken notice of her," Nan Sheng said in a voice that was neither loud nor soft, yet audible to several people present.

Yan Changsheng followed Dongfang Wuya's gaze and indeed found that Dongfang Wuya was looking at Shen Qinghe, and the man's gaze was anything but discreet.

He frowned slightly, not understanding why Dongfang Wuya kept staring at Shen Qinghe. If he looked at her only because of her beauty, Yan Changsheng did not believe it.

Shen Zhiyao originally thought Dongfang Wuya was looking at her and hadn't finished feeling pleased when Nan Sheng doused her with a bucket of cold water.

Soon she got excited again, shook Shen Qinghe's arm forcefully, and asked, "When did you start... with Mr. Wuya—"

Shen Qinghe, in distress, quickly covered Shen Zhiyao's mouth and said, blushing, "Elder sister, don't talk nonsense. If you accidentally anger Uncle-Master, he will get mad!"

The people present had odd expressions upon hearing Shen Qinghe call Dongfang Wuya "Uncle-Master."

Everyone in the Sky Pole Sect knew that Dongfang Wuya was a loner. Although nominally he and Shen Zhuo were martial brothers, disciples under Shen Zhuo dared not associate with Dongfang Wuya.

While everyone had different thoughts, Dongfang Wuya seemed unaware that his actions had made Shen Qinghe the center of attention.

Only after he lazily shifted his gaze did Shen Qinghe let out a sigh of relief.

Xiao Chen clearly heard the sound of Shen Qinghe's sigh and his peripheral vision caught the sight of her neck as white and delicate as jade.

Several months had clearly passed, and he thought the events of that night were long gone. Lately, he had intentionally been getting closer to Nan Sheng, feeling that her nature suited his taste.

So why did he involuntarily pay attention to Shen Qinghe every time he saw her?

Especially that faint scent of fresh grass emanating from the girl, winding around his nostrils, making him feel agitated.

Nan Sheng felt that Xiao Chen's mind was elsewhere. It seemed as if ever since Shen Qinghe had arrived, Xiao Chen had become quiet, and even his posture seemed a bit stiff.

"Brother Xiao, are you free tonight? I have some cultivation incantations that I just can't grasp. I'd like to ask for your guidance," Nan Sheng leaned closer to Xiao Chen, her breath in his ear as sweet as orchids.

The reason she approached Xiao Chen in the first place was that three months earlier, Yan Changsheng chose to believe Shen Qinghe over her, which hurt her.

After she grew closer to Xiao Chen, the effect was significant; it made Yan Changsheng intensely jealous and deepened his love for her.

But as she spent more time with Xiao Chen, she increasingly found his modest and elegant demeanor charming and stirring, and she even wanted to tear off Xiao Chen's mask of the cultured gentleman, to make him lose control for her.

Xiao Chen felt the girl's sweet and soft breath on his ear, and when he turned his gaze, he met Nan Sheng's moist, deer-like eyes.

Though her eyes said nothing, they seemed to silently invite him to taste her.

"I'll come to you tonight," Xiao Chen murmured, his lips curving slightly. His deep-set eyes, like the ocean abyss, seemed to hold an enchanting whirlpool, drawing one in to sink and willing to die therein.

Nan Sheng's heart skipped a beat.

It was she who was deliberately enticing Xiao Chen, simply playing along for the moment. So why was it she who fell?

She loved Yan Changsheng, who for her sake had ruined Shen Qinghe's marriage, how could she be looking elsewhere?

And yet while she loved Yan Changsheng, she became more and more fascinated with Xiao Chen.

The blatant flirtation between Xiao Chen and Nan Sheng made Shen Qinghe, a bystander, feel alarmed.

She wasn't surprised by Nan Sheng's fickle nature; after all, the world they lived in was like a text belonging to Asura Field, filled with Asura Fields everywhere.

As the femme fatale leading lady, Nan Sheng not only had several male leads completely enthralled but also had the entire Immortal Sect as her admirers.

She was worried that Shen Zhiyao would see Xiao Chen and Nan Sheng exchanging flirtatious looks and lose control of her emotions.

However, Shen Zhiyao's attention was captured by Dongfang Wuya on stage; she didn't even notice Nan Sheng and Xiao Chen playing coy right in front of Yan Changsheng.

Yan Changsheng was sitting right beside Nan Sheng and naturally heard the conversation between her and Xiao Chen.

His lips pressed together tightly, although he knew Nan Sheng was deliberately trying to provoke his anger and jealousy, seeing Xiao Chen's blatant flirtation with her still set his jealousy ablaze.

He endured it for a while but couldn't hold back any longer; he grasped Nan Sheng's wrist forcefully and pulled her to her feet.

Caught by pain, Nan Sheng cried out in shock, attracting the attention of all the cultivators in the hall.

Dongfang Wuya, who was utterly bored, heard the commotion and looked over, his gaze landing right on Nan Sheng's face.

Nan Sheng's heart raced as she met Dongfang Wuya's peach blossom eyes filled with the hues of spring, for his beauty was rare in this world.

With just one more glance from those amorous peach blossom eyes, her legs went weak.

The next moment, Nan Sheng felt a force lifting her up and by the time she regained her senses, she was already thrown out of Juxiu Hall, crashing hard onto the ground.

Yan Changsheng hadn't expected Dongfang Wuya to be so ruthless, and when Nan Sheng was thrown out, he immediately chased after her out of Juxiu Hall.

Shen Qinghe thought Xiao Chen would also give chase, seeing that Xiao Chen was also one of Nan Sheng's admirers, but to her surprise, Xiao Chen remained seated, looking completely unperturbed.

Looking at him curiously, Xiao Chen's gaze didn't waver; he still appeared to be the epitome of a modest gentleman, as if Nan Sheng's expulsion had nothing to do with him.

"Mr. Wuya is so handsome!!" Beside her, Shen Zhiyao's voice was filled with a fangirl's excitement, "He actually wasn't mesmerized by Nan Sheng. Just for that, Mr. Wuya is much better than some people!"

She glanced at Xiao Chen with a pointed look, but Xiao Chen didn't even give her a glance, leaving her frustrated to the point of gritting her teeth.

Yet, it was Xiao Chen's indifference that made her both love and hate him. If he were as indifferent to Nan Sheng as he was to her, it would make her feel more at ease.

Shen Qinghe had little interest in the love developments between the main characters, but now that Dongfang Wuya had come to Juxiu Hall and wasn't teaching anything, she was at a loss for where to start learning.

Afterwards, she had no choice but to ask Shen Zhiyao for help, and Shen Zhiyao diligently taught her how to practice Qi Refinement.

Shen Qinghe felt that all of this was already covered in books she had read, but seeing Shen Zhiyao's enthusiastic demeanor, she couldn't bear to interrupt.

Sitting idly by, Xiao Chen listened to Shen Zhiyao's supposed instruction and let out a faint snort.

Shen Zhiyao had sharp ears and felt that Xiao Chen was mocking her; she looked over dissatisfied: "Big Senior Brother, are you laughing at me?"

"Sister, you might as well not lead others astray with your haphazard teaching. Junior Sister has no Spirit Root, her condition is not the same as yours, what you are teaching may not suit her," Xiao Chen responded coldly, without looking at the Shen sisters.

Shen Zhiyao wanted to retort, but she remembered that Xiao Chen did indeed have talent and was highly valued by their father.

"Then could Big Senior Brother perhaps teach Shen Qinghe?" Shen Zhiyao softened her tone.

Shen Qinghe had only achieved Foundation Establishment, and without a proper Cultivation Method, she feared it would be hard to make progress.

Especially since Nan Sheng, the pure white lotus, had also achieved Foundation Establishment and possessed an Unusual Sword Spiritual Root. Having Sword Master Tian Yan as her mentor, her Cultivation Base would advance rapidly. If Shen Qinghe fell too far behind Nan Sheng, wouldn't she be even more disheartened?

Xiao Chen finally turned to glance at Shen Qinghe, meeting the expectant eyes of the Shen sisters.

He replied indifferently, "I'm busy!"