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

Chapter 258 The Three Agreements of Liu Ruoxue and Preemptive NTR

The wind howled, ripple after ripple of clouds emerged on the distant horizon, then disappeared into the thunderous light.

At the time when the clansmen of both the Wind Tiger and Thunder Leopard tribes were mutually wounded, the destinies of Wind Tiger Yun and Thunderstorm had already been sealed.

But even knowing they were destined to lose, both still wanted to make a final, desperate struggle.

Thunderstorm opened its wide maw, and that bizarre purple gleam emerged from within once again.

This time, it was certain that the Xu Yuan before its eyes was real.

In other words, he couldn't escape!

Die!

In its yellow-tinged eyes, there was only this one thought.

Xu Yuan hovered above the void, hands clasped behind his back, the Thunderfire Sword swirling around him like a dancing dragon, his expression utterly composed.

It wasn't that he couldn't dodge; he just didn't want to.

Because he had already recognized what it was.

This was an exceedingly rare Primordial Spirit Magical Treasure among the Demon tribes.

To Demons, the term "Magical Treasure" was alien.

Even after consuming Sun Essence Moon Brilliance to embark on the path of cultivation and unlocking Spiritual Wisdom, the battles among the Demon tribes mostly relied on inherited Divine Skills and physical prowess.

Therefore, to them, the term "Magical Treasure" was almost solely learned from the mouths of humans.

And with the intrinsic opposition between human and Demon kind, naturally no Demon would actively learn to craft such artifacts.

Except in one case.

That would be the life-bound magical treasure.

Calling it a life-bound magical treasure, typically it was forged by chance when a Demon would refine a part of its own body.

However, the Magical Treasure on Thunderstorm was somewhat different.

Therefore, Xu Yuan did not recognize it at first glance.

But once he recognized it, victory was his alone.

There, the Treasure-Dropping Coin and that strange Magical Treasure lay on the ground, motionless.

Without the enshrouding mystery of the purple light, the true form of the Magical Treasure was finally revealed - it was a needle.

A Scorpion Tail Needle.

...

Unbeknownst to Xu Yuan, snowflakes had begun to drift down.

Stepping on the crunchy carpet of fallen leaves, his steps echoing crisply, Xu Yuan walked towards the slight but resilient figure on the slope above.

She was covered in blood, her delicate brows tinged with the faint light of the sky, and her lips involuntarily revealed a radiant smile.

Beneath her, the people of the Wind Tiger and Thunder Leopard tribes lay half-kneeling, embracing each other, claws and blood interpenetrated, indistinguishable from one another.

The ground was awash with frosted leaves, stained like maple; Xu Yuan walked over and saw light tears flowing from the tightly closed eyes of the young girl.

"I have taken my revenge."

She sniffled, raised her head to look at Xu Yuan, and showed him a smile.

From the depths of a blood-feud to avenging the great wrong, the span of time in between was no more than one day, so she hadn't even had the time to step out of the sorrow to savor the joy and thrill of vengeance.

Now, all that remained in her heart were confusion and helplessness.

She didn't know where to go from here.

"I'm tired, I don't want to walk anymore."

She tilted her head and reached out both hands towards him.

Xu Yuan smiled wryly, not minding the bloodstains on her, and simply picked her up in his arms.

Then, he looked up and saw the girl, standing against the light, quietly watching her.

...

In the shadows of late evening, the girl stood alone as a solitary figure, her pure white silhouette stark against the dimming sky.

Her immaculately clean and stark white dress fluttered frantically in the wind, like the delicate tail feathers of a bird that could snap at any moment.

Liu Ruoxue quietly watched him, her eyes as clear and sharp as a sword, devoid of joy, reflecting the image of him holding the young girl close to his chest.