Great Love Immortal Venerate: Why are all my fairies yandere?-Chapter 262 - 155, a carrot and a stick

"What do you want to do?"

Flurries drift like snow, and green leaves resemble jade.

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Below the cascading waterfall that plummets like the Milky Way, a vast landscape unfolds. Liu Ruoxue, with a look of having a card up her sleeve, curiously asked Xu Yuan.

To be honest, she actually didn’t think Xu Yuan had any viable solutions.

After all, their opponents belonged to one of the top eight Sects of the human race—the Confucian-Mo Pavilion.

As an ancient power that had persisted since Ancient Times,

its depth was beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

Even though in the battle at Dawn City, they had only dispatched a weak Primordial Spirit True Person and a Return to Void powerhouse, this was merely the strength they could display openly under a tacit agreement among the major Sects.

Just like their Sword Sect, on the surface, it seemed like there were the Yin Yang Sword Peaks and the Sect Master along with two Primordial Spirit True Persons and Return to Void powerhouses. However, in reality, when she once passed by between the Yin Yang Sword Peaks, she sensed an aura that was obscure as the abyss and profound as the firmament, immensely powerful.

That was not something a Return to Void powerhouse could possess.

At least, the aura from the Confucian-Mo Ancestor she sensed didn’t feel nearly as formidable.

And Liu Ruoxue had heard a rumor.

In the major Sects, there were not only Return to Void powerhouses who could span vast distances with a single thought, but there might also exist stronger beings above the Return to Void True Persons.

—Great Vehicle Stage Cultivators.

Although she didn’t know why these Mahayana Realm Cultivators all chose seclusion, Liu Ruoxue was clear that the eight major Sects were far from simple.

Therefore, she had no real confidence in Xu Yuan’s fearlessness.

If they really wanted to confront the entire Confucian-Mo Pavilion, only the other top Sects among the seven, or the Ten Holy Demon Races of the Demon Clans, or perhaps, the enigmatic Hermit Demon Sect that stands apart from both factions, could possibly contend with them.

"It’s a secret."

Xu Yuan smiled at her.

As a veteran player who had cleared the game countless times, he certainly knew the staggering depth of the Confucian-Mo Pavilion, but equally, he knew how terrifying these yandere female leads could be.

Not to mention the eight major Sects teaming up, in the eyes of the five fully matured female leads in the later stages, even the entirety of the human and demon races combined would not suffice to challenge just one of them.

"By the way..."

After a pause, Xu Yuan looked towards Liu Ruoxue, "Speaking of which, Xueer, it seems you’ve had quite the adventure lately. I’ve noticed your Sword Dao cultivation has improved considerably, hasn’t it?"

Liu Ruoxue was taken aback and then nodded, "Indeed, that day after our Dual Cultivation in the Royal City’s Rear Garden, I don’t know how, but my perception of the Sword Dao suddenly surged forward by leaps and bounds."

"If that’s the case, how about we spar a bit?"

Xu Yuan’s lips carried a faint smile, seemingly casual.

"Spar?"

Liu Ruoxue didn’t understand why he suddenly brought this up, but she was quite curious about the disparity in their combat abilities.

When they first met, Xu Yuan could only manage a draw with her by leveraging his understanding and familiarity with the terrain.

But after he joined the Sword Sect, she had a premonition that the gap between them was narrowing.

At the grand competition of the Sword Sect, she was defeated under Xu Yuan’s coordinated assault from above and below.

Since then, even though she managed to break through to the Core Formation Stage ahead of him, Liu Ruoxue still didn’t feel she could suppress him by much.

Later on, he was even capable of fighting a Primordial Spirit, and although it wasn’t his true strength, Liu Ruoxue still developed an inexplicable fear of him.

And today, he just happened to bring it up.

"Alright."

Liu Ruoxue agreed. She also wanted to take this opportunity to see just how much the gap between them was.

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"However, this is the Demon Clans’ territory after all. If we make too much noise, it would be easy to attract their attention... Should we change locations?"

Liu Ruoxue’s beautiful eyes lingered on the surrounding White Mountain Black Water for a moment before looking back at him.

"No need."

Who knew, Xu Yuan shook his head and spoke indifferently.

"No need?"

Liu Ruoxue looked at him in astonishment, then as if understanding his intention, her expression turned cold.

"Right."

Xu Yuan didn’t explain, he merely looked up at her calmly and stated, "Let’s begin."

The next moment, he raised his hand.

Liu Ruoxue, aware of Xu Yuan’s various techniques, naturally knew what his opening move would be.

She didn’t bother with the feint Xu Yuan presented, drawing the ancient sword Ruoshui and slicing emotionlessly behind her.

The sword light rippled like waves over a lake, spreading between heaven and earth.

Xu Yuan watched the crescent wave of sword light coming at him without a trace of joy or sorrow and clenched his hand, the Thunderfire Sword immediately appearing in his grasp.

Then, a loud roar of thunder burst forth from the Thunderfire Sword.

He drew the sword, effortlessly pointing it.

Using the point to break the plane!

The bright sword light instantly shattered to pieces.

Liu Ruoxue’s pupils constricted, and the chill on her stern face deepened.

Her hand on the sword, she was poised to strike again!

But in the next moment, her expression suddenly froze.

Because she sensed a breath brushing past her ear.

"Shall we continue?"

Liu Ruoxue’s body stiffened.

The sword light, which hadn’t fully taken shape, finally dissipated gently like a soft breeze.

"How can this be?!..."

She pressed her lips tightly, unsure of what to say.

Why... was the gap between them still so vast?

Liu Ruoxue couldn’t help but feel a sense of defeat.

Despite her understanding of the Sword Dao progressing leaps and bounds since that day, the gap between them hadn’t narrowed. In fact, it was widening.