Was it you that night?-Chapter 24 - Public Confrontation
Chapter 24: Chapter 24: Public Confrontation
Chapter 24 -24: Public Confrontation
Yan Changsheng quickly flipped through a few pages and confirmed that this was indeed the secret manual he was looking for.
As long as Nan Sheng used this manual for her cultivation, and memorized all of its contents, she could return it to Shen Qinghe later. Borrowing and returning was no big deal.
Shen Qinghe woke up early the next morning, and the first thing she did was check her Qiankun Bag. She was not at all surprised to find the manual missing.
Although Yan Changsheng had worn a mask last night, she recognized him the moment she saw his eyes.
To steal if one cannot borrow, such despicable shamelessness!
Collecting her thoughts, she ran out of the Simple Residence Courtyard with disheveled hair and dirtied face, heading towards the Shaonian Tower where Yan Changsheng resided.
It just so happened that Nan Sheng had stayed at the Shaonian Tower last night, having obtained the secret manual she wanted. In her joy, she enthusiastically offered herself to Yan Changsheng.
Both in the prime of their youth, with Nan Sheng actively seducing him, they naturally engaged in a wild, passionate night until dawn.
Just as the two were about to rest, they heard Shen Qinghe’s furious roar outside: “Yan Changsheng, I know you stole my manual, give it back to me!”
Yan Changsheng was startled and instinctively looked at Nan Sheng.
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Nan Sheng timidly hid in his embrace, shaking: “Brother Changsheng, what, what should we do?”
Does Shen Qinghe have no shame, creating a ruckus at the Shaonian Tower this early in the morning? Did she think anyone would believe her?
Yan Changsheng kissed her forehead: “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her.”
Nan Sheng’s delicate hand clutched his, pleading softly, “She’s quite pitiful. Should we, should we give her the manual back?”
“Impossible, not until you’ve memorized all its contents. We are merely borrowing her manual, not keeping it. Besides, she has no evidence. She can do nothing to us.” Yan Changsheng quickly dressed, “Rest assured, I’ll handle it.”
Nan Sheng watched Yan Changsheng walk away, emotionless. She took out the manual and flipped through it, then sneered coldly.
Now that the manual was in her possession, it was hers to keep. How could she possibly return it to Shen Qinghe?
Even if the manual was to be destroyed, she wouldn’t hand it back to Shen Qinghe.
The incident of Shen Qinghe causing a scene at the Shaonian Tower quickly spread throughout the sect, attracting many cultivators. Shen Zhiyao also rushed to the scene outside the tower.
When she arrived, she witnessed the scene of Shen Qinghe disheveled and accusing Yan Changsheng.
Shen Qinghe’s face was pale, her cheeks stained with tears, looking so fragile as if she could faint at any moment.
Shen Zhiyao’s heart tightened, and she stepped forward to support her: “What happened?”
While crying, Shen Qinghe recounted the events of the night.
“Even though the Second Senior Brother appeared with a masked face, I recognized him. Ten days ago, he came to me asking to borrow the manual for Nan Sheng. But how could I carelessly lend out Mr. Wuya’s gift to anyone? I did not agree at that time, but today at Zi Hour, he stole my manual…”
Upon hearing this, Shen Zhiyao’s face turned green with anger, and she shouted furiously, “Yan Changsheng, get out here now!!”
Yan Changsheng knew he was at fault; he was actually in the courtyard, and upon hearing Shen Qinghe’s accusations, for a moment he didn’t know how to face Qinghe.
Forced by Shen Zhiyao’s roar that resembled the roar of a lioness from the east of the river, he had no choice but to come out and face Shen Qinghe.
He steadied his spirit before stepping out of the Side Courtyard, and immediately his gaze fell upon Shen Qinghe, who was as pale as paper.
For a moment, his heart was in turmoil, yet things had come to this point, and he could not admit that it was he who had stolen her Secret Manual.
The onlookers became more numerous, their strange gazes fixing on Yan Changsheng’s face. Unknown to him, Xiao Chen had also arrived.
Shen Zhiyao charged up to Yan Changsheng, grabbed his collar, and demanded, “Not satisfied with toying with Qinghe and then abandoning her, you even want to cut off her path to immortality? That Secret Manual was a gift from Mr. Wuya to Qinghe, how can you have the face to snatch it away? Did Qinghe desecrate your family’s ancestral grave? Why would you treat her like this!”
Yan Changsheng glanced at Shen Qinghe, her eyes brimming with tears, and said in a hoarse voice, “It wasn’t me!”
“How could it not be you? You said that Nan Sheng had gone mad and become obsessed during her cultivation and needed my ‘Heterodox Cultivation Manual’ to help her. I refused, and you, taking advantage of your higher cultivation base, forcibly took it.” Shen Qinghe cried with reddened eyes, tears continuously falling, “I even called you Second Senior Brother, my father once treated you like his own son, and this is how you repay his kindness, without discernment of right and wrong, for the sake of Nan Sheng you even discard all decency and propriety?!”
Yan Changsheng was at a loss for words and suddenly couldn’t respond.
If he hadn’t done this, he could argue back with confidence, but indeed, it was he who had taken Qinghe’s Secret Manual, which was an undeniable fact, leaving him with no room for defense.
Noting Yan Changsheng’s guilty conscience, Shen Zhiyao’s heart turned cold as iron, “You can’t refute, can you? Second Senior Brother, it’s not just Nan Sheng who needs to cultivate. Qinghe’s situation is also very special, you can’t just favor Nan Sheng…”
Before Shen Zhiyao could finish speaking, Nan Sheng suddenly appeared, interrupting Shen Zhiyao, “It’s Qinghe who is falsely accusing me. She claimed that I had gone mad and become obsessed in my cultivation and that I needed her cultivation manual. But a simple check by a Medicinal Master will prove that I haven’t gone mad and become obsessed, revealing who the liar truly is. I conduct myself with integrity and sit upright, fearing no one casting dirt on me!”
Her gaze fell on Shen Qinghe’s face, and she played the victim again, “I know Brother Changsheng has wronged you, but he agreed to the engagement with you only because Elder Shen coerced him. He doesn’t love you—what’s the point in clinging to him? Petty squabbles are one thing, but now you go as far as to slander Brother Changsheng. He might tolerate you, but I will not.”
Her stunning beauty and righteous indignation weakened the hearts of all male cultivators present.
Many cultivators now looked at Shen Qinghe with unusual eyes, and a good portion of them believed it was Shen Qinghe who had maligned Yan Changsheng.
Shen Qinghe just silently wept, turning into a figure of tears, leading some to feel that she did not seem the type to cause trouble without reason.
After all, they had watched Shen Qinghe grow up; this young girl was always known to be considerate and kind-hearted, so how could she baselessly malign Nan Sheng and Yan Changsheng?
Soon a Medicinal Master arrived and examined Nan Sheng’s condition, confirming that she showed no symptoms of having gone mad and become obsessed.
With the results of the examination out, Yan Changsheng’s gaze fell upon Nan Sheng’s face, his heart filled with a complicated mix of feelings.
If Shengsheng hadn’t gone mad and become obsessed, then why did she insist on borrowing Qinghe’s cultivation manual?
Nan Sheng, unaware of Yan Changsheng’s unease, leisurely looked at Shen Qinghe, “I haven’t gone mad and become obsessed, which only proves that you are slandering me and Brother Changsheng. What more do you have to say now?”
“It’s simple—because you lied to Yan Changsheng. You pretended to have gone mad and become obsessed, and you tricked Yan Changsheng into stealing my Secret Manual. The one who stole my fiancé was you, and now you even dare to sling mud at me. Do you think I’m an easy target?” Shen Qinghe’s eyes were brimming with tears, her lips quivering as she looked towards Yan Changsheng.
Yan Changsheng, feeling guilty, avoided Shen Qinghe’s gaze…
