Help, What Should I Do If The Person Who Likes Me Is a Yandere! - Chapter 62:

Chapter 62: Leng Youran’s Jealousy:

Everyone stared in shock at the man twitching on the ground. Most of the people present were well-known cultivators. They knew about the Hundred Guardians Sect and had some knowledge of the man lying on the ground—Shi Qing.

Shi Qing was the top disciple of Hundred Guardians Sect, a cultivator at the 7th stage Condensed Profound Realm, famous in the Eastern Eastern Imperial Empire for his fists that could easily crush boulders and iron. He was quite a prominent figure in the Eastern Imperial Empire.

Yet, such a figure was casually crippled by a single palm strike from this man in white robes?

How terrifying must this man’s strength be?

And just now, did this person mention who he was? This Holy Son…

Xu Ze?!

“Could it be the Heavenly Dark Sect’s Holy Son, Xu Ze?”

“Is it real? I heard that the Heavenly Dark Sect was participating in the Ten Thousand Sects Tournament this year, but I didn’t think it was true!”

“This person is Xu Ze? Truly a talented young man. He looks no older than twenty, yet he possesses such terrifying power.”

“Well, he is the disciple of the Ruthless Supreme. For him to have this level of strength certainly meets our expectations.”

The hall was filled with murmuring cultivators. Their gazes toward Xu Ze were mixed with interest, awe, and admiration.

Among the female cultivators present, their eyes sparkled with affection, and they were visibly smitten.

“They say the Heavenly Dark Sect’s Holy Son is incredibly handsome. It’s true!”

“I’ve seen a painting of the Holy Son before, but he’s a hundred times better looking in person!”

“Oh, he’s so dreamy…”

“Stop drooling. It’s said that this Holy Son is ruthless and cold-hearted, just like his master. If you dare covet him, be careful, or he might kill you.”

“Even if he kills me, I wouldn’t mind~”

Some of these whispers reached Xu Ze’s ears. Listening to them, Xu Ze was a bit speechless.

He felt something was off. Cold-hearted and ruthless?

Was his reputation a little skewed?

Xu Ze found the situation both amusing and frustrating. He glanced at Su Qianxue, who still hadn’t recovered from the shock. Reaching out his hands, and gently grabbed her slender wrist.

“This way, you won’t get lost again, right?” Xu Ze said with a smile.

Su Qianxue’s face instantly flushed. She nodded shyly, her heart filling with sweetness.

…

“Oh? They’re holding hands! Sister, look!”

In the second-floor private box, the Empress’s face was filled with joy as she observed the scene downstairs. When she saw Xu Ze leading Su Qianxue by the hand toward the hall, her expression was filled with excitement.

She turned her head, only to find that Leng Youran’s face had turned dark. Her entire body seemed to tremble, a dark cloud of anger and jealousy brewing on her forehead.

“Sis… Sister, are you okay?”

“This sovereign… isn’t feeling well. You watch for now; I’m going outside to get some fresh air.” Leng Youran said weakly as she rubbed her forehead and walked out of the private box.

The Empress thoughtfully watched her leave before turning her attention back to the hall, murmuring to herself, “Qianxue, you must seize this chance and win the Holy Son’s heart.”

…

Outside the private box, Leng Youran stood by the door, her face red. She gritted her teeth tightly, her eyes filled with jealousy and rage.

Damn it…

Damn it!

“That fox dared to touch my Ze’er! How dare she taint the perfect Xu Ze!”

“And that so-called top disciple of the Hundred Guardians Sect—if not for him, that little fox wouldn’t have had the chance to get so close to Ze’er.”

“Yes, it’s all their fault!”

“That wretched fox and the despicable Hundred Guardians Sect!”

Leng Youran took a deep breath, her expression slowly returning to its usual icy coldness.

“Zi Xuan!”

At her command, the shadows beside her quivered. Suddenly, a woman appeared from the darkness, kneeling respectfully before Leng Youran.

“I am here.” Zi Xuan said without any emotion.

“Eliminate the Hundred Guardians Sect from the Mystic Realm.” Leng Youran ordered coldly.

“Yes!”

Zi Xuan didn’t ask any questions, merely responding calmly before disappearing like a wisp of smoke in front of Leng Youran.

“Hmph…”

Leng Youran’s inner rage finally subsided a little. However, as she glanced through the hallway window toward the hall, she saw Xu Ze and Su Qianxue sitting near the stage. Su Qianxue’s face was flushed, a blissful smile lingering on her face.

That sight of happiness was incredibly infuriating, stoking the flames of jealousy within Leng Youran again.

“Hmph… Ze’er would never be interested in such a shallow woman.” Leng Youran muttered, glancing down at her own chest as she tried to comfort herself.

…

In the hall, Xu Ze and Su Qianxue sat down.

As soon as Xu Ze sat, he felt a sharp gaze from the second floor. He turned his head, but saw nothing—just an empty corridor.

Was it my imagination? Xu Ze wondered, shaking his head.

“Holy Son, is something wrong?” Su Qianxue asked, her cheeks still red, clearly not having fully recovered from the earlier excitement.

Thinking back to the moment Xu Ze held her hand, her heart was filled with shyness.

“Nothing. By the way, is there anything fun to do at this theater?” Xu Ze smiled as he asked.

“Uh…”

Su Qianxue glanced at the stage. The dancers had already finished their performance and gracefully left. Among them, a dancer dressed in red, different from the others, cast one last glance at Xu Ze before departing.

“Oh no, the most famous dancer, Miss Lian’er, just finished her performance… Holy Son, I’m afraid we missed it.” Su Qianxue said disappointedly.

Tang Lian, the royal dancer, was incredibly famous in the Eastern Imperial Empire. Many nobles and cultivators spent fortunes just to catch a glimpse of her.

Unfortunately, she only performed on special occasions a few times a year. Today, because of the Ten Thousand Sects Grand Conference, she made an appearance—an extremely rare opportunity.

However, by the time Xu Ze and Su Qianxue sat down, Tang Lian had already finished and left the stage.

“Is that so? Well, that’s a bit of a pity.”

Xu Ze didn’t seem too concerned. After all, to him, no other woman could compare to his master, Leng Youran. Was there really anyone in the world more stunning than her?