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

"Shattered Dreams!"

Lin Qingque smiled, her clenched hand unfolding like a blossoming flower.

As her words ended, space immediately twisted and folded, resembling a crumpled painting ridden with creases.

People within this warped painting contorted and deformed with the space.

Some even got squashed flat, turning into literal paper-thin figures.

"Is this a new technique devised by Junior Sister?"

Xu Yuan swallowed hard and asked.

"Indeed,"

Lin Qingque revealed a melancholic smile, "It was from a dream I had long ago. In the dream, I focused solely on my cultivation and neglected Elder Brother, and as a result, some wicked women deceived him. To remind myself not to repeat the same mistake, I named this technique 'Shattered Dreams.' Elder Brother, you wouldn't do that to me, right?"

"Hehe, of course, I love Junior Sister the most."

Xu Yuan chuckled awkwardly.

He had thought that even if these people couldn't stop her, they would at least pose some trouble.

But now, she had resolved it precisely and efficiently with just one move.

Apparently, Lin Qingque's strength had broken through again.

Indeed, it was the highly unique and extremely subjective Lin Qingque.

However, while the news of her strength advancing would have been good news in the past, it was thoroughly bad news now.

"Is that so? But somehow it seems like... Elder Brother doesn't look too happy?"

Lin Qingque smiled.

"That must be because I look unwell."

Xu Yuan was about to continue speaking.

An old voice suddenly rang out from the end of the street.

"You two are here flirting and squabbling, aren't you taking us too lightly?"

Both turned their gaze towards the end of the street.

They both felt an invisible pressure accompanying the voice.

The newcomer must be no ordinary person!

Xu Yuan felt a surge of joy inside.

Lin Qingque, on the other hand, clicked her tongue.

Apart from their conversation being interrupted, there was an irksome feeling involved.

Under their watchful eyes, a stooped old man in a straw raincoat, leaning on a bamboo cane, slowly approached.

"So these are the current junior disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect, truly fearsome youngsters indeed."

He stopped precisely a hundred feet away, his cloudy eyes staring motionlessly at them, which was quite frightening.

"Dry Leaf Elder... you're starting to act like an elder again, have you forgotten how you were swept out of the Heavenly Dao Sect years ago?"

A sultry, soft voice floated down from the rooftop, prompting both to look up.

There stood a person holding a folding fan, dressed in a white cloud robe, quietly standing on a green leaf on the roof tiles, toes pointed.

He had thick makeup painted on his face; although he looked and sounded very much like a woman, he bizarrely gave off a masculine aura.

"Yin-yang Master, I didn't expect you to have become a lapdog of Dawn City,"

"Jing Yunzi, there's no need for the pot to call the kettle black,"

"Hahaha, Cang Yun, old ghost, I didn't expect you to show up too."

"Of course... after all, this is a rare grand occasion. How could I miss it?"

Several voices followed one after another.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Seven or eight figures simultaneously emerged, surrounding the two like stars around the moon while also maintaining a vague distance from each other.

Watching the crowd enclosing them, Xu Yuan felt no fear; instead, he felt a bit amused.

'Time to make a run for it!'

A rare expression of seriousness appeared on the lively and beautiful face of the girl.

The power of these people was not below Core Formation Great Perfection; in fact, a couple of them were as close to advancing to Nascent Soul as piercing a piece of paper.

She was not yet capable of killing Core Formation Great Perfection cultivators as if slaughtering chickens.

And she had exerted too much power just now to show off to Elder Brother. Your journey continues on empire

"Let's attack together, otherwise none of us is a match for this little girl."

The androgynous Yin-yang Master fanned himself, speaking flippantly.

"Okay!"

As he finished speaking, someone immediately responded.

The responding voice was so close, it felt as if it rang out right beside him.

The Yin-yang Master suddenly realized, raising his head abruptly.

But the responder was not any of them; it was Xu Yuan.

The next moment,

Xu Yuan rushed in with the force of thunder, both hands wielding a sword, held high above his head. The blade gleamed brilliantly, like a sunrise over snow-covered mountains reaching through bleak clouds.

The Yin-yang Master's pupils constricted, and he channelled Spiritual Power into his fan,

Xu Yuan's sudden action not only startled him but also made Lin Qingque pause for a moment.

Nobody expected that Xu Yuan, who had just seemed weak, would suddenly burst with vitality, even taking the initiative to attack.

As Lin Qingque was about to follow, the rest had also reacted. Apart from the Dry Leaf Elder, others either formed seals or called out their Magical Treasures to intercept her.

The Dry Leaf Elder cackled harshly, striding toward where Xu Yuan was.

"Kekeke—It's always better to pinch the softer persimmon."

He had already seen that the relationship between the two was not ordinary; capturing Xu Yuan would surely make Lin Qingque submit unwillingly.