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

Chapter 65 63, Midnight Confession

"Throw You Rem!"

Under the oppression of Wind Butterfly, a top ten contender from the previous round, Xu Yuan finally unleashed the first technique engraved on the Thunderfire Sword, which was "Throw You Rem!"

Accompanied by this ancient battle cry, a dazzling lightning orb also emerged at that moment. If one looked closely, they could even see a vague silhouette within the orb.

Xu Yuan carried the sword on his back, his white robe fluttering, two fingers brought together, his expression stern.

Bathed in the intertwining lightning, his entire figure appeared exceedingly divine, and in the eyes of the crowd, he resembled an Immortal God who wielded punishment and commanded the laws of heaven.

"Sister Fang Yuan is so cool. She's got me charmed!"

A girl's face flushed red as she couldn't help but wave her fists excitedly. After shouting out loud, she realized she had misspoken and quickly corrected herself, "No, that's not right! Why would Sister Fang Yuan, a sword cultivator, possess such a powerful spell?!"

While everyone was contemplating this question, she hurriedly activated her Sword Fire to incinerate the evidence.

However, clearly, not many paid attention to her. Even before she had voiced the question, the rest had also realized this issue.

It was normal for a sword cultivator to know a bit of spellcraft, but the power of this spell was indeed too great, wasn't it?

Moreover, the spell he had used was the legendary Thunder Method, known to be the most difficult to master and also the most powerful.

Wind Butterfly's expression remained indifferent, yet the long sword in her hand, which resembled a snow tusk, trembled under the lightning.

"Is this as far as you go?"

Seeing there was no intent to continue fighting, Wind Butterfly sighed, "Originally, I wanted to save this move for Liu Ruoxue, but it seems I have no choice but to use it now. I admit you are strong, but unfortunately, you're not strong enough."

Wind Butterfly tossed her sword forward, and in the next moment, under the astonished gaze of the crowd, she opened her mouth slightly.

In the next instant, a horrifying scene unfolded. The long sword resembling a snow tusk let out a mournful cry and began to tremble.

A phantom Sword Soul drifted up from the sword and let out a shriek as it was swallowed by her in one gulp.

For the disciples of the Sword Sect who regarded their swords as their lives, this was undoubtedly a very cruel spectacle.

This turn of events not only shocked everyone present but even Xu Yuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, saying, "Interesting."

However, what nobody noticed was that at the moment Wind Butterfly swallowed the Sword Soul, several almost imperceptible tiny droplets of clear liquid where the Jade Foot Sword Qi had dispersed were also sucked in by her.

That was the moisture within the Jade Foot Sword Qi.

After all, The Jade Foot Sword Qi Xu Yuan had perceived and emulated was according to the situation at that time, and at that time there was no shortage of moisture on the Jade Foot.

When imitating the form, Xu Yuan naturally wouldn't waste Spiritual Power to also replicate the droplets, so he chose the simpler route and used his own saliva as a substitute.

"This is the Dao of the Heart Sword."

After swallowing the Sword Soul, Wind Butterfly, for some reason, felt a sudden surge of restlessness in her body.

But she didn't pay too much attention to it, instead interpreting it as a common reaction after swallowing a Sword Soul.

As Xu Yuan stepped down from the stage, the crowd burst into a cheer.

The girls seemed so excited that Xu Yuan almost thought it wasn't he who had won, but rather they had won instead.

He didn't notice that among the crowd, there was someone staring intently at him from afar.

After a long while, as if she had made some kind of decision, the struggle vanished from her eyes, replaced by a firm determination.

...

The night was silent, with the cold moon hanging high.

Xu Yuan was sitting cross-legged on the bed, in the midst of his training, when suddenly his expression tightened, and he opened his eyes.

"Who's there?"

As his words fell, a cold sword light landed right in front of the house.

Following that, a slender figure pushed the door and entered.

"Senior sister Yun?"

Xu Yuan was somewhat astonished, looking at the visitor, not quite understanding her intent.

"You come here so late at night, is there something you need?"

He asked in a serious voice.

"Fang Yuan..."

Senior sister Yun looked at him with extremely complicated eyes for a while. In her gaze, her lovely brows slightly knitted, clearly she herself did not really understand the purpose of her visit.

Making up her mind, she finally said, "You have to take responsibility for me."

"Take responsibility? For what?"

This time, Xu Yuan was even more confused.

"Do you remember that time in public, when you tore open the clothes over my chest?"

"That... I remember, but what about it?"

Xu Yuan's expression showed no embarrassment. That incident was deliberate on his part.

But unexpectedly, it seemed she had taken it to heart until now.

Now, out of the blue, she wants him to take responsibility. Is she planning to blackmail him?

"The issue should have been resolved after you let me win during the grand competition, but now... it hasn't,"

She took a deep breath and said faintly, "Because, after thinking it over these past few days... I've realized that because of that incident, I seem to have fallen for you."

As these words were spoken, not only was Xu Yuan stunned, but even Liu Ruoxue, who happened to be passing by and curiously observing with her divine sense, was equally shocked.