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

Chapter 386: 213. Mo Xianxian’s Plan_2

And this was precisely what Xu Yuan wanted, which is why he chose to make his move at this time.

The purpose was to help Tian Liuli draw the attention of the Protector, making it easier for Tian Liuli to end the battle swiftly.

Even though she had just told him to focus on cooking, Xu Yuan knew that even if Tian Liuli could defeat this Primordial Spirit True Person,

it would still take a considerable amount of time.

For a Nascent Soul to defeat a cultivator of the Primordial Spirit realm was already an incredibly astonishing feat.

To win quickly was basically impossible.

That’s why he chose to take action at this time.

As Tian Liuli’s hands clenched tightly and she thrust out,

the pitch-black as night Emperor’s Abyss behind her pierced forth like a sword.

The terrifying spatial turbulence turned into Sword Qi, shattering his control over this world.

The black-robed elder was both shocked and furious, what angered him was not the strength of Tian Liuli, but the conduct of Xu Yuan.

He spun and waved out with one hand, the nature’s spiritual energy around him fashioned into a Crystal Rampart in front of him.

The other hand became like a knife, aimed at the whereabouts of the two people below, and with a violent slash.

Ding!

The Extreme Abyss Sword struck on the Crystal Rampart, causing ripples to spread.

Xu Yuan’s Thunderfire Sword just touched Yun Ze when he suddenly let out a light chuckle, then he immediately retreated explosively.

A line of blade light, as if tearing apart heaven and earth, came enveloping an infinite momentum.

It landed precisely between the two people.

“Damn it!”

Yun Ze woke up from his shock.

Only then did he realize what he had just been saying.

“Thank you, Black Elder, for the cover. This Saint Heir has already regained his senses; this kid used mind-affecting arts on me, but there won’t be such an opportunity next time,”

Yun Ze hurriedly found an excuse for himself.

Linjiang Tavern, second floor.

In front of the carved wooden window, Jing Lixue and Lin Qingque sat opposite each other.

Next to them sat Liu Ruoxue, Tao Yaoyao, and Tao Tiantian respectively.

If unrelated people saw them, they might think this was some kind of underground deal between two groups.

Unfortunately, almost everyone present had some discord with each other.

“It was you who told that surnamed Mo about Brother Xu, wasn’t it?”

Lin Qingque picked up her teacup, took a light sip, and said in a deep voice.

“Of course, otherwise with our current state—some wounded, some weak—who else could stand out and challenge Tian Liuli?”

Jing Lixue’s expression was lackluster as she said, “Or do you think you could?”

“…”

Lin Qingque fell silent and lowered her gaze. After a moment, she slowly said, “I’ve already promised Brother Xu, as long as he can persuade you, I agree.”

What she agreed to, she did not say, but Jing Lixue understood her meaning.

She looked at Lin Qingque with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile and slowly said, “I didn’t know you were so generous.”

Lin Qingque had expected this outcome.

Facing Jing Lixue’s sarcasm, she unusually did not retort.

“You’ve calculated well, knowing that we definitely wouldn’t just stand by, so you wanted to reap the benefits of the fisherman? We’ll be the villains, and you’ll sweep up all the goodwill.”

Liu Ruoxue couldn’t help but speak up.

The other two were one trembling in her chair, hugging her knees, glancing now at one, then at another.

Tao Tiantian, on the other hand, was silent, watching the scene in front of her with interest.

“No matter, I can understand her thoughts,”

Jing Lixue laughed: “Now that you’ve made your stance clear, I won’t need you for the next plan.”

“As you wish,”

Lin Qingque nodded.

“…”

Above the void, the black-robed elder with his feet treading on the air had a twisted face with rage.

This fool, can’t he see it?

Even he could tell that the Loose Cultivator purposefully wanted to use him to divert his attention.

And he happily went along with it?

Such stupidity, and he didn’t even see the situation clearly.

This Saint Heir has been a waste all these years.

Hiss—

The sword light woven as fabric sliced a strand of hair beside his ear,

The sudden chill jolted him awake.

When he turned his head, he suddenly realized that the vast crystal rampart, condensed from the surrounding spiritual energy, had been breached.

The pitch-dark Extreme Abyss Sword, following the breakthrough of the first strand of Sword Qi, had also pierced through the entire spiritual barrier.

The black-robed elder concentrated spiritual power in his palms, just about to exert force, when he heard screams from below.

That scream momentarily distracted him.

In the corner of his eye, Yun Ze, who had just confidently charged out, was now holding his severed arm, his face twisted in agony.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Xu Yuan was holding a sword, smiling as he looked over.

Damn!

The black-robed elder’s heart sank heavily.

His guess was correct; the target of that loose cultivator below was not the Saint Heir after all.

In his heart, he had never considered that fool a match; his target was me!

But even as Elder Hei understood this, it was still to no avail.

Because Yun Ze was present, as a Protector, he must ensure his safety.

Sword Qi turned into a downpour, chaotically falling around him.

The black-robed elder’s face somber, he ceaselessly formed hand seals.

Primordial Spirit Spells continuously unleashed from his hands, blocking in front of the pitch-black sword abyss.

Below him, the screams belonging to Yun Ze continued, showing no signs of stopping but rather an intensifying trend.

“Stop!”

The black-robed elder could no longer bear it.

If these two were allowed to continue, what would become of the Holy Sect’s dignity?

With his roar, the aura of spiritual power emanating from his body suddenly surged, clearly utilizing some secret technique.

Xu Yuan put away the Thunderfire Sword and began to form seals too, his clothes fluttering without wind, rustling loudly.

The Protector guessed correctly; in the recent exchange with Yun Ze, he had not used his full power at all, he hadn’t even used the Immortal Skills of the Nine Heavens Fiend, merely entangling the other with the two primordial Thunderfire Sword Moves. Otherwise, with the Saint Heir’s ability, he would have been dealt with in a few moves.

Now was the moment he had been waiting for.

At the time he self-applied the secret technique to attain a surge of power, it was also his most vulnerable time.

Tian Liuli also understood his intentions, raising her slender hand and slashing fiercely with the Emperor’s Abyss.

Simultaneously, a luminescent Liuli small tower emerged from her forehead, shining with dazzling brilliance.

Her body, too, radiated the precious light of Liuli.

Emperor’s Abyss, Heavenly Emperor Liuli Body, Liuli Nine Heavens Tower.

The three Immortal Dharma Aspects lost in Dawn City had all been restored by Tian Liuli up to this day.

She thrust her hands forward, intertwining the Dharma Aspects’ rays, lighting up the entire heaven and earth.

Accompanying the precious light that engulfed the world was a voice, cool as an Immortal’s.

“Liuli Heaven.”

As Tian Liuli cast the Immortal Skill of Liuli Heaven, Xu Yuan’s Divine Wind Fiend also took shape.

One wind, skinning; two winds, eroding flesh; three winds, shaving bone; four winds, severing the soul; five winds, sweeping the spirit.

Under the radiance of the two great Immortal Skills, three great Immortal Dharma Aspects, even a True Person of the Primordial Spirit, despite his desperate use of secret techniques, was ultimately as insignificant as a firefly.

“Stop!”

As the black-robed elder faced despair, the Lord of Xunyang City, who had been hidden and observing the battle, finally could no longer stand idly by.

He could pretend to be entirely ignorant for the sake of Mo Xianxian’s face.

But if a Protector and a Saint Heir were to die on his territory, one could imagine the storm that would bring.

If word got out, the entire Black Horn Domain would likely experience a quake.

The moment he appeared, the Lord of Xunyang City couldn’t wait to drain the surrounding nature’s spiritual energy, transforming it into a giant palm, blocking the killing moves.

“Mr. Xu, may I ask for your favor?”

The figure of Mo Xianxian also emerged from the rooftop, her brows slightly furrowed. She had not intended for the two to offend the Demon Sect thoroughly.

Her plan was to mediate when both parties were at a stalemate and incidentally use this situation to bind Xu Yuan to the Holy Sect. Then, privately, to leverage this to bring him closer to the Holy Sect—this was what she actually intended to do.

However, not even she anticipated that when the two joined forces, their strength would reach such a terrifying level.

Even for her, intercepting that killing move was far from easy.

The situation had changed faster than her plans could keep up.

“A favor?”

As Xu Yuan was about to speak, Tian Liuli chuckled lightly and said, “Can do, will you take the shot?”