A Large Number of Yandere Characters Are Really About to Arrive in the Game

Outside of his cultivation, Ye Xuan began dedicating a massive amount of time to the sect's ancient and vast scripture pavilion.

This time, he wasn't looking for cultivation methods. Instead, like a starving field mouse, he frantically and greedily devoured the ancient tomes forgotten in the corners, covered in dust, which recorded history and secret lore.

He needed to understand this world.

He had to figure out this world, which had countless ties to the game Severing Emotions to Prove the Dao.

Xia Lengyue's rebirth was already a world-shattering variable. Then, did the other people and events from the game also exist here?

This thought, like a poisonous vine, grew wildly in the depths of his heart.

He flipped through the Records of Qingzhou, learning about the rise and fall of dynasties and sects on this land over the past millennium.

He read through the Biographies of the Sect, memorizing every prominent figure since the founding of the Azure Cloud Sect.

Finally, in a tattered ancient book titled Strange Tales of the Southern Region, its pages long yellowed and brittle, a familiar name that made his heart stop leaped into his eyes.

Supreme Forgetfulness Sect.

Ye Xuan's breathing stagnated at this moment.

With trembling fingers, he turned to that page.

The records on it were just a few sparse words, but they exploded in his mind like claps of thunder!

"The Supreme Forgetfulness Sect was once one of the top sects in the Southern Region. Its sect technique, the Supreme Forgetfulness Incantation, was peerlessly tyrannical.

Three hundred years ago, they submitted to the Demonic Sect. Later, for unknown reasons, their mountain gates collapsed overnight. From the sect master to the lowest handymen, tens of thousands of people were reduced to ash, leaving no survivors.

Its former site is still shrouded in a terrifying aura of extreme Yin and cold. No plants grow, and no living creatures remain. It is listed by the world as one of the Ten Great Forbidden Lands of the Southern Region."

Overnight... the entire sect... reduced to ash...

Ye Xuan stared fixedly at these lines of text. A chill shot up from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head at an unprecedented speed!

The blood in his entire body seemed to freeze at this moment!

Three hundred years ago!

Three hundred years ago, the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect was annihilated!

Without a doubt, this was definitely Xia Lengyue's doing.

Ye Xuan's body began to tremble violently uncontrollably.

But what made him tremble was not just Xia Lengyue's ruthlessness.

It was a far more terrifying, scalp-numbing deduction drawn from this discovery!

If...

If Xia Lengyue truly existed...

Then what about the other female leads he had conquered in that twisted game, Severing Emotions to Prove the Dao?

Did they... also exist in this world?

A fear far deeper and more despairing than what he felt facing Xia Lengyue, a fear enough to freeze the soul, tightly gripped Ye Xuan's heart like countless icy ghost hands reaching out from the netherworld, making it almost impossible for him to breathe!

Xia Lengyue, although snobbish and fickle, was ultimately just a pathetic and hateful mortal woman whose values had been twisted by the cultivation world.

But the other ones...

Were not human at all!

Uncontrollably, nightmarish figures began to surface in Ye Xuan's mind, the ones that had made him smash his keyboard countless times back then, spiking his blood pressure to the point of a near cerebral hemorrhage!

Ye Xuan's face could no longer be described as merely pale; it was an ashen, bloodless gray like that of a corpse.

He held onto the bookshelf, his legs as weak as noodles, barely able to stand.

If...

If those crazy women had all been reborn too...

Then wouldn't this world simply be a hunting ground for them, where they could freely make up for their past regrets and recapture their prey?!

And he, Ye Xuan, was that sole prey that everyone wanted to get their hands on!

The mere thought that he might be fought over and torn apart by several terrifyingly powerful, mentally unstable yandere ex-girlfriends, like fighting over a toy...

Made Ye Xuan feel as if his scalp was going to explode!

Just one Xia Lengyue was enough to make him walk on thin ice, feeling like he was better off dead.

If another one came... no, if they found out about each other's existence...

What kind of apocalyptic bloodbath would that be?

"No... that can't be..."

Ye Xuan leaned against the cold bookshelf, panting heavily, trying to comfort himself with pale words.

"It's just a coincidence... The annihilation of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect might just be a historical accident... Yes, that must be it..."

But he didn't even believe a single word of it himself.

An indescribable fear stemming from the depths of his soul tightly squeezed his heart like a giant invisible hand, making even his breathing carry a sharp, piercing pain.

He stumbled and fled the scripture pavilion.

He didn't dare to read any further.

Returning to that dilapidated little wooden cabin.

For the first time, Ye Xuan felt that this cramped space offered such a great sense of security.

With his back against the door, he slowly slid to the floor, curling his entire body into the darkest corner.

He was scared.

He was truly terrified.

This fear was completely different from the anger, unwillingness, and humiliation he felt when facing Xia Lengyue.

It was the purest shivering originating from the instinct of life when facing an unknown, irresistible, disaster-level terror!

He sat in the darkness just like that for an entire night.

It wasn't until the next morning, when the first ray of sunlight pierced through the crack in the door, shattering the darkness in the room and shining on his face.

Only then did his bloodshot, hollow eyes gather a glimmer of light once again.

Was there any use in being afraid?

Could fear make those crazy women disappear?

No.

If his guess was true, then from the moment he crossed over into this world, he was already trapped in a massive, inescapable cage.

He had nowhere to run.

There was only one path to survival.

Become stronger!

Become stronger than all of them!

Strong enough to sever every chain that attempted to reach for him!

Strong enough to trample underfoot anyone who tried to control his fate!

"Phew!"

Ye Xuan let out a long, long breath of stale air.

He slowly stood up.

His eyes had changed.

If his previous motivation for cultivation originated from his personal, humiliating hatred toward Xia Lengyue.

Then now, what supported him was a grander and purer force, the will to survive!

To live!

Not to be kept like a pet! Not to be fought over like a toy! Not to be used as a tool to make up for regrets!

To live on, upright and dignified, as a human being!

From that day on, Ye Xuan's cultivation entered an unprecedented, life-burning state of madness.

He squeezed his time to the absolute limit.

He completely cut out sleep. Only when his spiritual energy was exhausted and his soul pushed to its limits did he substitute brief rest with meditation.

Like a tireless, utterly paranoid beast, he repeated his dull cultivation and sword practice over and over again.

Under this almost self-mutilating pressure, his cultivation level steadily rose.

Eighth level of Qi Condensation!

Peak of the eighth level of Qi Condensation!

Ninth level of Qi Condensation!

In just two short months, he had broken through two minor realms!

If word of this speed got out, it would be enough to shock the entire outer sect once again.

After all, without the massive resource support from Lengyue Peak, relying solely on absorbing the pitiful amount of spiritual energy in the shantytown and the meager rewards from executing missions, achieving such progress was simply unimaginable.

Ye Xuan himself had gained a whole new understanding of the overbearing nature of the Five Elements Chaos Sutra.

However, after stepping into the eighth level of Qi Condensation, an incredibly realistic and cruel problem lay before him.

His cultivation speed had slowed down.

And it was not just ordinarily slow, but a despairing, snail-paced slowness.

In the late stages of Qi Condensation, the amount of spiritual energy required to advance each minor realm was several times that of the previous one!

And the spiritual energy in the shantytown, so thin it was almost negligible, was but a drop in the bucket for his dantian, which was like a gluttonous beast driven by the Five Elements Chaos Sutra.

He had already planned the use of his few spirit stones to the absolute limit. Yet even so, he could clearly feel that the rotation of the chaotic vortex in his dantian was becoming increasingly sluggish and slow due to the lack of fuel.

In the end I still cannot bypass the issue of resources.

Sitting cross-legged in the darkness, Ye Xuan let out a helpless sigh.

It was not that he had not thought about going back to the Mission Hall to take on hunting quests. But Liu Feiyan's unclosing eyes in death were like a scar that could never heal, branded deep into his soul.

He did not dare.

He did not dare to form a party with anyone again, nor did he dare to interact with anyone.

He was afraid. He was afraid that his very existence would become a butcher's knife hanging over the heads of others, controlled by Xia Lengyue.

But if he did not go and solely relied on himself to take on missions, he could be killed in minutes.

Caught in a dilemma.

He had never felt the despair of this situation so profoundly.

Undoubtedly, Xia Lengyue was waiting.

She was waiting for him to exhaust all his resources, waiting for him to hit a dead end, waiting for him to lower his newly raised, proud head, and crawl back to her feet like a stray dog to beg for her charity.

What she wanted was not his submission, but his genuine, heartfelt realization of his own incompetence.

Ye Xuan clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

Go back?

Wag his tail and beg for mercy from the murderer who killed Liu Feiyan?

He could not do it.

Just as Ye Xuan was caught in a stalemate, at his wit's end over the matter of resources, the Azure Cloud Sect welcomed an unprecedentedly grand celebration.

The Foundation Establishment Ceremony of the core disciple, Xia Lengyue!

The scale of this ceremony was so high that it far surpassed the Foundation Establishment rituals of any previous core disciple.

The Sect Master personally issued the order. Not only was the sect decorated with lanterns and festoons for a three-day grand banquet, but invitations were also sent far and wide, inviting all the immortal cultivation clans and wealthy aristocratic families in Qingzhou that were affiliated with the Azure Cloud Sect to attend the ceremony.

The purpose was self-evident.

First, it was to demonstrate that the Azure Cloud Sect had a worthy successor and that its prestige was even greater than before.

Second, and most importantly, it was to pave the way for Xia Lengyue, this genius unseen in a millennium, allowing her to familiarize herself with and build her own power and network of connections in advance.

On the day of the ceremony, the main peak plaza of the Azure Cloud Sect was crowded with people, and the radiant light of treasures shot into the sky.

Countless cultivators dressed in luxurious robes and exuding extraordinary auras stepped down from various flying Dharma treasures.

They were either patriarchs of families who ruled over a region or renowned young prodigies. Yet at this moment, they all wore humble and eager smiles, holding carefully prepared generous gifts as they gathered here.

They had only one purpose: to gaze upon that legendary, peerless fairy and hope to form a trace of good karma with her.