Great Love Immortal Venerate: Why are all my fairies yandere?

Snow no longer fell from the heavens, and early spring had arrived.

Xu Yuan stood atop a suspended stone platform, drawing a chillingly brilliant sword from the Sword Box.

The blade was slender like a willow leaf. The heavenly light that fell upon it shimmered like waves on the surface of water.

Although the system had described it as a sword that survived the fierce battle between the Flame Emperor and the Mother of Thunder, it bore no scars of battle, but rather an indescribable charm.

"Fang Yuan, I know I'm not your match, but one day, I will redeem my honor. Your Illusion Technique is, after all, just a minor skill."

It was only when his opponent spoke that Xu Yuan finally shifted his gaze from the Thunderfire Sword.

It was near noon, and he had already attended the first round of draws at the Sword Hall in the morning.

By coincidence, his opponent was none other than Yun, with whom he shared a past encounter.

However, he felt that her attitude toward him hadn't changed much.

Seeing his gaze linger on her, and mistaking it for reminiscence of their past, Yun glared at him fiercely, "One day, I will return what I owe."

"Very well, to make amends to sister Yun, today I will rely solely on Sword Skills to determine the winner."

Xu Yuan revealed a faint smile.

This, too, left Yun momentarily stunned.

It was not just his captivating smile, but also the words he had spoken.

"What did you say?"

She almost thought she had misheard.

"You said you're giving up Illusion Techniques, relying only on a Sword Skill to win against me?"

Yun scoffed, "Am I hearing this right?"

"You heard correctly."

With one hand behind his back and the other holding the sword, he pointed it at Yun and spoke softly.

A breeze blew, lifting his hem and hair, causing the watching young women to involuntarily clasp their hands and gaze spellbound at the scene, feeling a strange heat surge through their bodies as their legs unconsciously rubbed together.

Yun, looking at the spirited young woman in front of her, felt her own pure heart beat uncontrollably.

At that moment, she felt an urge to bow down and lick the other's shoe soles.

On the other hand, Ruoxue, who had just defeated her opponent in a single move, found the reactions of everyone around her somewhat distasteful.

Of course, there was another reason for her grim expression.

She had heard the entire conversation between the two.

Whether or not Xu Yuan chose to use Illusion Techniques in combat was logically his prerogative.

But the fact that he could receive such treatment without doing anything, while she needed to carry this bell, somehow irritated her.

"Come on."

Xu Yuan, unaware that Ruoxue saw his actions as hypocritical, looked at Yun and spoke tenderly.

"Since you insist on handicapping yourself, don't blame me, Wind Rolls the Remnants of Clouds."

Yun shouted sharply, her Bright Sword Light flew at him like a serpent leaving its lair.

However, she didn't fully believe Xu Yuan's words and held back a bit of her strength, exerting only eighty percent.

The next moment, resplendent sword light illuminated the space between Black Mountain and White Water.

It also brightened the girl's brilliant pupils.

Its sound was like thunder, its force like fire.

Xu Yan lightly drew his sword, slashing forcefully downward.

Clang!

The two streams of Bright Sword Light crossed, crashing against each other like fierce white waves at high tide.

The sword lights crossed only briefly before the direct sword light, which came like Wind Rolls the Remnants of Clouds, shattered and broke apart.

In the next moment, clad in a white robe, Sister Yun flew out like an actual cloud.

Her sword escaped her grip, flying out of the arena.

One move!

With just one move, Xu Yuan had decisively won this first round of the competition.

This was something that most people present had not anticipated.

"Sister Fang Yuan is so cool. How great would it be if I could be her opponent?"

And what made them even more envious was yet to come.

As Sister Yun floated out like a cloud, almost crashing into the cliff, Xu Yuan exerted a slight force with his toes and swiftly reached her side before she could react with her bewildered and astonished gaze, he caught her around the waist.

He then spun several times, dissipating the momentum before gracefully landing back on the stone platform under everyone's gaze.

"Sister, are you all right?" Xu Yuan gently asked, looking at Sister Yun in his arms.

"I... I'm fine, let me down first."

Seeing her beautiful face up close as she looked down, Sister Yun quickly turned her head away.

At that moment, her heart raced like a deer running wild, pounding rapidly, her face and ears flushing deeply red.

She had not expected that, having just made a fierce declaration, she would be so quickly embarrassed.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

What embarrassed her the most was that she hadn't even resisted, just letting him hold her in his arms.

Moreover... to be held by her, smelling her scent, she seemed to have even reacted.

Sister Yun wasn't like Liu Ruoxue, who solely focused on the Sword Dao and often comforted herself in conversation.

For this reason, she was utterly shocked that her body had reacted this way.

In comparison, the fact that he had knocked her sword flying with one move, although also shocking, seemed not to matter as much.

"Alright."

Xu Yuan smiled slightly, not making it too difficult for her, and put her down.

When she first came down, Sister Yun seemed a bit unsteady on her feet, but she quickly regained some of her previously indifferent demeanor.

"I've lost, junior sister. This time, I admit my defeat wholeheartedly."

Sister Yun said, her expression complex as she clenched her fist in salute.

"Sister is also very strong," Xu Yuan said with a light smile.

Actually, even he was very surprised by his victory this time.

Sister Yun's ranking among the Sword Sect's Foundation Establishment disciples wasn't considered weak. According to his estimation, he should have only had the chance to defeat her after at least ten moves.

How could he possibly have defeated her in one move, especially after having flung her sword away?

Wait...

Suddenly, Xu Yuan understood.

Since his transmigration, the opponents he had encountered were almost inordinately out of the ordinary like Lin Qingque, Tian Liuli, and Liu Ruoxue, which had led to some inaccuracies in his understanding of the strength at the later stage of Foundation Establishment.

At this moment, exclamations began to rise from below.

Among them were both shock at his ability to knock his opponent's weapon away with a single slash and many voices cheering for his recent conduct.

At the same time, he thought he heard a faint scoff by his ear.

But when he looked back, he saw nothing.

Meanwhile, Sister Yun had pulled out the sword that was diagonally stuck on the ground in front of the girl, who seemed a bit dazed.

She did not give a second glance at the fresh beads of water on the sword, nor did she pretend to see the glistening color on the girl's calves. Instead, she walked back dejectedly, her figure appearing extremely desolate.

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