Xianxia: My Girls Are All System User

“Yin Mengwan” stepped onto the stage, her lithe figure wrapped in a sleek black outfit. A veil concealed her elegant face, and her steps were graceful yet desolate, exuding an air of mystique that carried a deadly allure.

Opposite her, Shen Shuanglian wore the azure palace gown Chen Yin had chosen for her days earlier. Her expression was calm and detached, as if the deafening cheers around her had nothing to do with her.

But with her appearance, the arena erupted into a tidal wave of chants.

Countless cultivators called Shen Shuanglian’s name, praising the Frost Moon Sword Immortal. The entire event seemed to have transformed into her personal showcase.

She stood at the front of the stage, unmoving.

Yu Xiang, too, stood motionless, seemingly unaffected by the overwhelming chants for Shen Shuanglian. With all of Shen Shuanglian’s fans certain that she would claim the title of “Most Beautiful Woman in the Cultivation World,” Yu Xiang appeared like a ghost—silent and disconnected from the match.

Then, her slightly lowered gaze lifted, sweeping across the crowd.

—Finally, her eyes landed on Chen Yin.

Chen Yin froze.

Even though Xiang’er wore a veil, he knew she was looking at him.

In her beautiful eyes, there seemed to be a faint, unreadable emotion swirling.

Chen Yin understood. She was waiting for him to cheer for her.

Even if the entire world was cheering for the protagonist, as long as he supported her—the supposed villain—Yu Xiang would fight Shen Shuanglian without hesitation.

Chen Yin hesitated. Cheering for Yin Mengwan would make him stand out amid the crowd, but if it was what Xiang’er wanted, he would do it.

Just as he was about to shout, a fellow cultivator beside him tapped his shoulder.

“Hey, brother, you’re here to watch Frost Moon Sword Immortal’s match too, right? Which sect are you from?”

“Uh…” Chen Yin answered awkwardly, “I’m from the Misty Spirit Sect branch on Yushan Mountain.”

“Oh, I see, I see,” the man replied excitedly. “That’s also a branch of the Misty Spirit Sect, right?”

“So, like me, you’re here to cheer for Senior Sister?”

Chen Yin was momentarily at a loss for words.

If he denied it, he wouldn’t be able to explain his connection to Yin Mengwan. But if he went along with the man’s assumption, he wouldn’t be able to cheer for Xiang’er.

The man’s voice drew the attention of more people around them, and Chen Yin suddenly found himself at the center of their curious gazes. He felt stuck, unable to move forward or back.

—This won’t do.

If he cheered for Xiang’er now, it would raise questions about their relationship and might even expose her demonic faction origins.

After a moment of deliberation, Chen Yin forced a stiff smile.

“Yes, yes. Senior Sister is so strong—she’ll definitely win.”

“Right?! I knew it!”

The cultivator clapped Chen Yin on the shoulder, clearly thrilled to find a kindred spirit. With enthusiasm, he exclaimed, “The Luo Shang Fairy was Senior Sister’s biggest obstacle on her path to the championship.”

“Now that even the Luo Shang Fairy has been defeated, no matter how strong this latecomer Yin Mengwan might be, she’s definitely no match for Senior Sister!”

“Come on, let’s cheer for Senior Sister together!” The man didn’t wait and began shouting, “Frost Moon Sword Immortal! Invincible under the heavens!”

His chant was soon echoed by the crowd, forming a wave of voices:

“Frost Moon Sword Immortal! Invincible under the heavens!”

“Frost Moon Sword Immortal! Invincible under the heavens!”

Chen Yin wore a sheepish smile on his face, but inside, he was frowning. The interruption had left him in an awkward position.

With the entire crowd chanting Shen Shuanglian’s name, cheering for Yin Mengwan now would make him stand out and draw unnecessary attention.

This wouldn’t be good for either himself or Xiang’er.

After careful consideration, he could only stiffly go along with the crowd. Awkwardly raising his hand, he murmured:

“Frost… Frost Moon Sword Immortal.”

“Invincible… under the heavens…”

Chen Yin’s voice was swept away in the roaring tide of the crowd.

“Frost Moon Sword Immortal! Invincible under the heavens!”

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Yu Xiang’s gaze never once fell on Shen Shuanglian.

Through her veil, her eyes remained fixed on Chen Yin in the audience.

When she saw Chen Yin reluctantly joining the crowd in chanting Shen Shuanglian’s name, her heart suddenly felt unbearably heavy.

A weariness washed over her, as though her eyelids were too heavy to lift.

Her body swayed slightly, and only the incessant reminders from the system kept her steady.

Across from her, Shen Shuanglian stood quietly, showing no signs of attacking. Instead, she observed Yu Xiang’s every movement with calm intensity.

Yu Xiang took a deep breath, blinking slowly as she asked inwardly:

“…System.”

[Huh?]

“Are villains destined to never be loved, only to serve as stepping stones for the protagonist?”

[What?]

“Is it because I’m not good enough?”

[Wait, what are you talking about?]

“Is it because, in Senior Brother’s heart, I’m not his most beautiful woman?”

[Hold on—no! What’s going on here?]

“If I were strong enough to win the title of Most Beautiful Woman in the Cultivation World, then he’d have to acknowledge me, right?”

[Whoa, whoa, calm down, sister!]

“If I win,” Yu Xiang murmured, closing her eyes.

“Then in Senior Brother’s eyes, there will be no place for that woman.”

The next moment, her figure dissolved into a shadowy blur, darting straight toward Shen Shuanglian.

Shen Shuanglian responded without hesitation, her icy sword light flashing as she moved gracefully to meet the attack.

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The system felt an overwhelming urge to curse.

All the effort it had put in before the match to prepare her mentally, wasted in an instant the moment her little sweetheart cheered for the other side.

It was infuriating.

As the two clashed, the audience erupted in cheers. The waves of excitement grew even more fervent as the match heated up.

Chen Yin’s attention also focused on the stage.

—He had to admit, Xiang’er had earned her place in the finals.

Her techniques didn’t resemble their master Record of the Forgetful Blossoming Heart, nor did they seem like typical demonic cultivation methods. Instead, her moves were peculiar and unfamiliar.

Unlike Shen Shuanglian’s righteous swordsmanship—grand, graceful, and imbued with a deep understanding of the Dao—Yu Xiang’s style resembled a guerrilla fighter, navigating complex terrain with cunning and precision. Each move seemed chaotic, yet perfectly countered Shen Shuanglian’s overwhelming sword intent.

Chen Yin had never seen or heard of such techniques before.

Only the system knew: this was a rare skill Yu Xiang had exchanged for using her accumulated points in the system’s store—a technique from another world.

Its power rivaled her demonic cultivation technique, the Refined Nether Arts, making it a top-tier method that could easily shake the cultivation world.

But what worried the system most was that Yu Xiang using this technique meant she was fighting at full strength.

This is not what we agreed upon, sister!

The plan had been to make an appearance, exchange a few moves, and leave it at that. Why was she suddenly taking it so seriously?

She tricked me!

The system scrambled to intervene, but an unseen force nullified its efforts.

Realization hit: it was the opposing system.

Shen Shuanglian likely had the legendary protagonist system, capable of suppressing the abilities of any other destiny-bound entities.

Now, it was powerless to stop the escalating battle.

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On stage, the fight grew more intense. The two women exchanged blow after blow, each strike more precise and ferocious than the last. The audience was utterly captivated, their cheers echoing like thunder.

Chen Yin watched intently, but unlike the crowd, his expression darkened.

He sensed that something was off about Xiang’er.

Her attacks remained sharp and calculated, but Chen Yin had an unshakable intuition: Xiang’er wasn’t enjoying this fight.

She wasn’t fighting to win. She was fighting to avoid losing.

It was a subtle difference, but after years of being by her side, Chen Yin could feel it deep in his bones.

To everyone else, the match seemed evenly matched—an epic duel worthy of endless praise.

But Chen Yin knew.

If this continued, in less than half a stick of incense’s time, Xiang’er would lose.