Lingxiao Is Dead, You Chose This! Has Yunxiao Become a Yandere?

Before the Ghost Gate.

Lingxiao, who was conversing with Taixuan and Xingtian, narrowed his eyes slightly, his brows knitting together.

"The Primordial World is vast and boundless; why must I encounter disciples of the Interception Sect the moment I arrive at the Ghost Gate..."

Lingxiao sighed silently in his heart, feeling speechless.

High above in the firmament, the naked gazes of Yunxiao and Colored Cloud Immortal felt as if they were trying to strip him bare, so he had naturally perceived their presence.

However, Lingxiao made no move. Instead, he followed Taixuan and Xingtian as they walked slowly toward the spatial portal, taking the opportunity to experience the local customs of this place.

That was right!

With the spatial portal as the center, the human race had established a ghost city across this thousand-mile expanse of land.

Consequently, everything in the surroundings felt somewhat novel to Lingxiao.

"Junior Brother Lingxiao, why won't you look up at me?"

Clear tears slid down Yunxiao's cheeks. Her jade-like hands gripped her sleeves tightly. After a moment of inner conflict, she descended with Colored Cloud Immortal to land before the spatial portal, blocking Lingxiao's path.

The air fell silent; the atmosphere grew heavy.

Yunxiao scrutinized Lingxiao, and a trace of a smile finally flickered across her tear-stained, pretty face.

Her heart hammered against her ribs, and she felt a lump in her throat.

Suddenly!

Yunxiao spoke up abruptly: "Junior Brother Lingxiao, can we let everything from the past turn to dust? We can get to know each other anew, understand each other, and practice and contemplate the Great Dao together just like we used to, can't we?"

"In these days, I have been unable to sleep at night. Every time I close my eyes, it is your figure I see. I regret it—won't you please forgive me..."

Tears blurred her vision, and Yunxiao reached out to grab Lingxiao's sleeve.

But the next instant, her movement came to an abrupt halt.

Lingxiao shifted half his body, dodging her reaching hand. His face remained indifferent and cold; from beginning to end, he did not spare her another glance.

"Two fellow Daoists, let us go!"

Lingxiao turned his head to glance at Taixuan and Xingtian, then stepped directly into the spatial portal.

As for the disciples of the Interception Sect, especially these female immortals, he could no longer be bothered to speak with them, for they were not worthy of being heard!

In Lingxiao's view, Yunxiao and the others should be grateful that they had not been tainted by the karma of slaughter. Otherwise, given his temperament, perhaps one day they would be reduced to ashes by the heavenly tribulation or die beneath his Godslaying Spear.

"Why..."

Yunxiao's eyes were red and swollen, and her entire body nearly collapsed to the ground.

Her eyes were devoid of luster, shimmering with tears, looking pitiful enough to stir anyone's heart.

"I have already realized my mistake; why can you still not forgive me..."

Yunxiao clutched her chest, feeling a heart-wrenching pain surge into her mind, like a raging storm threatening to annihilate her.

Beside her, Colored Cloud Immortal also wore a complex expression, a trace of resentment rising in her heart.

"Senior Sister Yunxiao, let's catch up to them first!"

"You have been so humble and low-spirited, yet Lingxiao remains aloof with that indifferent attitude. I must ask him to his face why he is being so cruel to you!"

Colored Cloud Immortal spoke with indignation, standing up for Yunxiao.

The two dared not delay and stepped into the spatial portal as well.

The Netherworld.

A purple moon hung in the void, and the world appeared somewhat dim, yet the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was extremely dense. It was even mixed with some Sha Qi, which could temper the bodies and cultivation of reincarnated Great Witches like Xingtian.

However, the most striking sights were the wisps of ghost energy and the wandering souls being escorted by ghost messengers.

"Fellow Daoist Lingxiao, I, Xingtian, respect you as a real man!"

"Yunxiao lowered her status to win you back, yet you were able to ignore her so decisively. This is a rare sight even in the entire Primordial World, considering Yunxiao is the goddess of countless male immortals."

"Of course, Fellow Daoist Lingxiao has a fated marriage with the Taiyin Goddess, so those Interception Sect female immortals are not even worthy of standing before you, let alone trying to win you back from the Taiyin Goddess!"

Xingtian gave a thumbs-up, speaking with a look of admiration.

Lingxiao was the true man!

Hearing this, Lingxiao said with calm detachment: "Beauty and female immortals are, in the end, nothing more than a handful of yellow earth. They are merely pink-skulled skeletons who do not understand gratitude. I am not petty enough to bicker with them; ignoring them suffices."

Lingxiao had no masochistic tendencies; even a rabbit wouldn't eat the grass by its own burrow.

Just because of the empty promises painted by Lord Tongtian, he had once defied the Heavenly Dao for the Interception Sect, exhausting his efforts and devotion.

Yet in the eyes of the Interception Sect disciples, it had become something taken for granted.

Now that he had severed that karma, Lingxiao was like a bird escaped from a cage, free to roam between heaven and earth.

"Fellow Daoist Lingxiao's words have benefited me greatly!"

Taixuan could not help but chuckle, though he suppressed the upward curve of his lips.

Lingxiao was a ruthless man, righteous to the point of being wicked!

"Lingxiao, why must you speak of Senior Sister Yunxiao like that? You must give us an explanation!"

Colored Cloud Immortal's pretty face flushed red, her voice appearing behind Lingxiao.

Having just arrived with Yunxiao, she had heard Lingxiao's brazen words, calling Yunxiao a pink-skulled skeleton. This immediately ignited her fury; she could not tolerate Lingxiao's insults.

"Heh..."

"I originally intended to simply ignore you, but why must you insist on acting so base before me time and time again? Can you not just get lost?"

Lingxiao sneered, turning around with an impatient expression.

Under normal circumstances, he would not bother with Interception Sect disciples.

But since Yunxiao and Colored Cloud Immortal were pestering him so relentlessly?

If they were going to shove their faces forward, how could Lingxiao not slap them?

At this moment!

Yunxiao covered her mouth with her jade hand, tears falling uncontrollably from her face. She felt that the Lingxiao before her possessed an aura that made him seem like a complete stranger.

In the past, Lingxiao would never have humiliated her like this!

Was it she who had hurt Lingxiao too deeply?

Thinking of this, complex emotions surfaced in Yunxiao's eyes. She looked at Lingxiao with hopeful eyes.

Her red lips parted slightly as she whispered: "Junior Brother Lingxiao, please don't say such angry words, okay? Think of the time we spent together; back then, we were of one heart and mind, our Dao hearts in perfect harmony, like a pair of immortal lovers."

"Why don't we find a place to sit down and have a proper talk! We can be like we were before—you play the zither, and I will dance for you, okay?"

As she spoke!

With a flash of mysterious light, a Parasol Tree Wood zither with an archaic luster hovered before Yunxiao. It was not stained with a speck of dust, though the strings seemed somewhat obscure and dim.

Taixuan, Xingtian, and the others looked closely and realized that the strings had been soaked in blood—it seemed to be Yunxiao's own blood.

Perhaps, Yunxiao had fallen ill from longing and had inadvertently injured herself while playing.

"Are you sick in the head?"

Lingxiao didn't care in the slightest, his face filled with mockery.

Changing the subject, he said faintly: "The original Lingxiao is already dead. The one standing before you now is the East Pole Qinghua Emperor, the future partner of the Taiyin Goddess."

"You chose this ending yourself, so why must you pollute my eyes now?"

His tone was cold and his words struck like iron.

The commotion here drew the attention of many Netherworld ghost messengers and even wandering souls, but upon seeing Taixuan and Xingtian, none dared to approach. They could only prick up their ears to listen to this juicy gossip.

Yunxiao trying to win back Lingxiao—this was a rare and strange occurrence!

"Senior Sister Yunxiao!"

Colored Cloud Immortal cried out in alarm, supporting the swaying, pale-faced Yunxiao.

She glared at Lingxiao and scolded: "Lingxiao! How can you, a male immortal, have the face to argue with Sister Yunxiao? Can't you be more magnanimous and not so narrow-minded?"

"Senior Sister Yunxiao damaged her origin and Dao heart because of you. After returning from Penglai Immortal Island, she has been depressed all day, only showing a hint of spirit when she thinks of you."

"Why won't you give Senior Sister Yunxiao a chance?"

Upon hearing Colored Cloud Immortal's words, a sneer appeared on Lingxiao's face.

After all!

When a person is speechless, they will laugh!

Lingxiao had not expected that there would be this version of a "social justice warrior" in the Primordial World, leaving him speechless.

"Junior Brother Lingxiao, I will win you back, no matter the cost!"

"Are you also going to see Lady Serenity?"

Seeing that she could not move Lingxiao, Yunxiao had no choice but to give up.

She wiped her tears gently and forced a change of topic.

She hoped that through conversation, she could make Lingxiao slowly accept her, and eventually, they could reconcile.

"What business is that of yours?"

"Taixuan, Xingtian, why are you still standing there?"

Lingxiao flicked his sleeves, unwilling to pay any more attention to Yunxiao, for he could see that this person was seriously ill.

She might even turn into a yandere.

It was better to stay far away, lest it affect his own intelligence!

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