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

Liu Ruoxue quickly regained her composure after experiencing the aftermath of the earlier bout.

She gazed at Xu Yuan, her voice returning to its usual undisturbed calm.

She didn't find anything inappropriate about the tactic Xu Yuan employed, had she been in his place, she too would have used every available means to secure victory.

Having seen through his intentions, Liu Ruoxue had planned to win with her flying sword, but to her surprise, as soon as she showed a tendency to move backward, Xu Yuan seemed to have foreseen everything and was prepared to close in with his sword once again.

Aside from close-quarters combat, the Great Sword Sect Competition also tested the art of flying swords, but to maximize the visibility of a person's combat abilities, or perhaps with the intent of having them confront their weaknesses head-on.

The Peak Masters of the two peaks had set up the suspended stone platform used as the arena to be extremely small, just a hundred zhang in radius, and required that during the competition, even while flying, one could not leave this area.

For some martial warriors, this distance might already be sufficient, but for sword cultivators who needed to maintain a gap, it was akin to grappling at a range of just three zhang in front of them.

Therefore, if one party intentionally adopted a stance for close combat, it was usually very difficult for the other party to evade.

Not to mention, Xu Yuan had already anticipated her plan after learning of his objective, intentionally narrowing the distance between them even more.

Consequently, Liu Ruoxue had no choice but to raise her sword and was once again forced into close-quarters combat with him.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Xu Yuan grasped the long sword blessed with the augmentations of the "Thunder Roar Fire Burn", and with a twirl of his body, he delivered several downward slashing strikes like a windmill, causing Liu Ruoxue's arm to numb while simultaneously eliciting a series of exclamations from the young ladies below the stage.

Liu Ruoxue retreated several steps, uttering a muffled groan, her complexion slightly pale. To prevent the bell-like reverberation from travelling through her body, she did not choose to deflect the force but instead wrapped her upper body in Spiritual Power, absorbing the force completely.

Yet, even so, her expression remained completely smooth, like an ancient well that had not stirred for thousands of years.

"Before, I was unaware of your tricks, but now... I know your purpose, and you no longer have any chance of winning," she said, her face frosty.

"Is that so?"

Xu Yuan shook his slightly numb hand, his robes fluttering about, revealing only a smile.

Both wielded Immortal Swords and stood on opposite sides of the stone platform, facing each other.

At this moment, the many young ladies below the platform couldn't help but express their sentiments as they watched the scene unfold.

"Fang Yuan is so gallant, and Liu is so beautiful."

"Yeah, Fang Yuan has a commanding presence, and Liu exudes a cool distance. These two... I can't, the image is already in my mind."

"You too?! So who do you think is the aggressor?"

"Of course, it's Fang Yuan. Isn't that obvious from her taking the initiative every time?"

"I think Fang Yuan, with her strong offensive desire, would be more interesting if she were a bit more reserved in that regard, don't you think?"

"But don't you feel that someone like Liu, a cool fairy, showing a softer side in bed would be even better?"

"Hehe, now that you mention it, yes, my inspiration is surging. I think I can draw that tonight."

Yun's nails nearly dug into her flesh as she heard the exclamations and admirations around her.

Even she had to admit, the two of them standing together really did look right.

'Why... why can't it be me?' she thought, her breathing quickened and eyes reddened, as she recalled the warmth of Fang Yuan's hand stroking her body that night.

She, too, wanted to stand alongside Fang Yuan on the same platform under everyone's gaze, and wanted to hear others praise them as a match made in heaven!

"Sister, Sister Liu, what's wrong with you?"

The junior sister, who was having a heated discussion nearby, noticed her abnormal behavior, was startled, and hurriedly asked.

"It's nothing."

Sister Yun sniffled and showed them a smile.

"After you finish the drawing, remember to give me a copy."

"Of course."

Hearing this, the junior sister swung her fist with the excitement of a Taoist who had successfully converted someone.

Sister Yun glanced at Fang Yuan on the stage a few more times and then at the crowd still immersed in astonishment, and suddenly excused herself and left.

For some unknown reason, as if blessed with a sudden intuition, Liu Ruoxue's peripheral vision swept the area below the stage, and she happened to see Sister Yun leaving.

At that moment, Xu Yuan seized the opportunity.

He didn't know if Liu Ruoxue's moment of distraction was intentional to lure him into making a move, but he couldn't drag this on any longer. Once Liu Ruoxue got serious and brought out that sword pellet, he would be in a difficult position.

He was unclear whether Liu Ruoxue restrained herself for the sake of fairness, or if there was some restriction on that sword pellet, but he was clear that he had to seize this opportunity.

The world suddenly became dim.

Xu Yuan gripped his sword, which radiated a brilliant purple-green hue from its blade.

Liu Ruoxue's expression remained unchanged; however, her white gown suddenly fluttered against the wind. As the gown twisted and turned in mid-air, the oncoming gale pressed the fabric closer to her body, accentuating those gracefully curving lines into an even more stunning silhouette.

"Throw You Rem."

Almost without any excess words, the next instant, spiritual power was fully channeled into the sword blade, illuminating the engraved patterns at a rapid pace.

Xu Yuan raised his sword and, with the support of that slender figure behind him, angrily slashed downwards.

Under the suddenly shining purple-green light, the figure of the Sword Immortal Lady in white seemed so miniscule, like a withered branch in heavy snow that appeared ready to bow its head at any moment.

Liu Ruoxue sighed. Even though Xu Yuan ultimately resorted to the move she had anticipated, she felt no joy, only a sense of loss.

What a pity, she had truly thought he could defeat her. So in the end, was this all the strength he possessed?

"If this is all you've got, then you shall fall."

Amidst the exclamations of many young girls below, she lunged forward, her sword cutting through the thunder.

Supreme Goodness is like water, benefiting all things without contention. Bearing the world with virtue, it carries all things, and naturally, it carries thunder and lightning as well.

In the midst of that mighty thunder light, Xu Yuan saw her eyes, calm like a lake in the heart of winter snow, seemingly saying so.

Simultaneously, within the downpour of Purple Lightning and Green Frost from above, a light suddenly glowed—a moonbeam's soft radiance rippling like water, shallow and clear; likewise, a mirage of a distant city in the mist, hazy and blurred.

A round of pale moonlight rose in front of Liu Ruoxue, followed by thousands upon thousands of moon reflections emerging, layering before her to form an eternally unruffled lake, with the faint trace of the words "Ruoshui" upon it.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

As everyone watched, stunned, the Purple-Green Electric Waterfall from the sky thunderously plunged into the lake.

Liu Ruoxue furrowed her brow.

Right after that, in her eyes reflected by the electric light, Xu Yuan's bewildering words reached her—"Don't you know, water conducts electricity?"

It was a baffling statement, but oddly enough, she understood it.

Before she could fully grasp the meaning of it,

The next moment, her entire body suddenly trembled.

A small current passed from the bell above her.