Fairies, Stop Chasing Me! I’m Really Not Flirting With You!

Chapter 67

Fairies, Stop Chasing Me! I’m Really Not Flirting With You!

The red sleeve brushed over the wooden plaque carved by the boy in his childhood, the crooked little face glowing softly under the moonlight. “Back then, you promised to watch the moon with me for eternity, and I thought nothing of it. But now, seeing you laugh with others… I can’t help but feel an inexplicable loss…” The little shimei he once picked up and raised had blossomed into a graceful beauty, unaware of her own budding feelings. Consumed by irrational jealousy, she pressed her sword against his face for a “friendly spar.” “Big Brother’s swordsmanship belongs only to me! If those female cultivators dare come near you again, I’ll kill them!” The disgraced youngest daughter of the Shangguan family clutched a faded stone, reminiscing about the past. Tormented by guilt yet unable to let go of her love, she stormed Luoshen Mountain in the dead of night with a warming jade in hand. “Mother said that incident harmed your foundation… This jade can restore your health, but it needs my body heat to activate it! D-don’t misunderstand—I’m not trying to stay!” [System: Hidden Achievement Unlocked • Cultivation is an Endless Series of Battlegrounds] —— ———— Having cultivated for a century, Su Yuanqiu impulsively threw himself into a cauldron—only to awaken the “Pleasure System.” With his lifespan reduced to a mere ten days, he had no choice but to reinvent himself and embrace performance art. While others sought immortality to defy the heavens, Su Yuanqiu courted death just to stay alive. But as his “debt to fairies” grew thicker than a sect’s rulebook… Even eight hundred lightning tribulations might not be enough to atone for this mess.

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ᯗ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮟ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮖᮥᮜᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᯗ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮔᮕᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮙᮤᮼ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮜᮙᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮣᮟ ᯗ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮼ

ᮃᮟᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮢᮕᮑᮤ ᮝᮩᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮜᮥᮨᮥᮢᮩ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮟᮢᮔᮕᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᯙᯔᯑ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮝᮩᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ ᮇᮢᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᯃᮾᮺᮾᮾᮾ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮙᮨ ᮔᮑᮩᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮕᮨᮘᮑᮥᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮘᮩᮣᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩᮼ

ᯖᮟᮞᮕᮣᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮥᮞᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮜᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔᮼ ᮃᮟᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮩ ᮔᮕᮑᮢ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮕᮢᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤᮼ ᮇᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮕᮔ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᮄᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮘᮟᮞᮕᮣᮤᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮘᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮨᮑᮝᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮧᮕᮕᮛᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮤᮙᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮙ᮪ᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮤᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮨᮑᮝ ᮝᮑᮤᮕᮢᮙᮑᮜᮣᮼ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮥᮠᮔᮑᮤᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮑ ᮔᮑᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮟᮢ ᮔᮕᮜᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮞᮕᮨᮤ ᮧᮕᮕᮛᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮠᮢᮟᮝᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕ ᮥᮠᮔᮑᮤᮕᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮥᮠᮘᮟᮜᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮗᮢᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮕᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮜᮙᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮟᮢᮛᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮞᮛᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮕᮢ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮜᮟᮓᮛᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮗᮟᮟᮔᮞᮕᮣᮣᮼ ᮶ᯓᮨᮘᮑᮥᮣᮤᮕᮔ᮷

ᮂᮕᮗᮑᮢᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮥᮜᮕᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮑ ᮥᮠᮔᮑᮤᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮘᮟᮞᮕᮣᮤᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮩᮕᮤᮼ ᮃᮟ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮧᮑᮙᮤ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮥᮜᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮣᮕᮞᮙᮟᮢ ᮑᮥᮤᮘᮟᮢᮣ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮔᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯖᮝᮝᮺ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮑᮜᮛ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮥᮠᮔᮑᮤᮕᮣ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮑ ᮝᮑᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮥᮠᮔᮑᮤᮕ ᮟᮖ ᯀᮾᮺᮾᮾᮾ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢᮣ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮜᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮃᮑᮤᮥᮢᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮣᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮕᮞᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᮔᮑᮙᮜᮩ ᮔᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕ ᮥᮠᮔᮑᮤᮕᮣᮼ

ᯓᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮔᮟᮕᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮩ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠᮔᮑᮤᮕᮣ ᮟᮢ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮗᮕᮤᮣ ᮑᮞᮨᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮜᮟᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮘᮑᮠᮤᮕᮢᮣᮼ ᮀᮜᮥᮣᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮥᮒᮜᮙᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕ ᮔᮑᮩᯉ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮔᮥᮓᮙᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮜᮟᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮕᮤᮑᮙᮜᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮑᮩ ᮶ᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮔᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮑᮣᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮢᮢᮕᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮩᮠᮟᮣᮺ ᮘᮑᮘᮑᮘᮑ᮷ᮼ

ᮃᮟᮺ ᯗ ᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᯀᮻᯁ ᮔᮑᮩᮣ᮵ ᮧᮟᮢᮤᮘ ᮣᮑᮦᮕᮔ ᮥᮠᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮙᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮕᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮧᮕᮞᮤᮩ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮣᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢᮣᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮜᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮣ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮣᮠᮕᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮞᮕᮩᮼ ᯗᮖ ᯗ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮵ᮠᮜᮑᮩ ᮠᮙᮗᮕᮟᮞ᮵ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮒᮑᮞᮔᮟᮞ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮑ ᮠᮣᮩᮓᮘᮟᮜᮟᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮒᮥᮢᮔᮕᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮕᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮝᮑᮙᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮔᮑᮙᮜᮩ ᮔᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕ ᮥᮠᮔᮑᮤᮕᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮔᮕᮑᮢ ᮟᮞᮕᮣᮺ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤᮼ

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ᯝᮘᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮜᮙᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮓᮟᮙᮞᮓᮙᮔᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯕᮑᮟᮛᮑᮟᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮙᮞᮓᮙᮔᮕᮞᮓᮕᮼ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮙᮖ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮩ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮤᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯕᮑᮟᮛᮑᮟᮼ ᯗᮞ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮓᮑᮣᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮙᮣᮘ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮜᮥᮓᮛᮯ

ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮩ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮕᮑᮢ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᯗ ᮘᮟᮠᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮣᮯ

ᮄᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮶♡ ὅ ◡ ὅ ᮷ʃ♡

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Fairies, Stop Chasing Me! I’m Really Not Flirting With You!

The red sleeve brushed over the wooden plaque carved by the boy in his childhood, the crooked little face glowing softly under the moonlight. “Back then, you promised to watch the moon with me for eternity, and I thought nothing of it. But now, seeing you laugh with others… I can’t help but feel an inexplicable loss…” The little shimei he once picked up and raised had blossomed into a graceful beauty, unaware of her own budding feelings. Consumed by irrational jealousy, she pressed her sword against his face for a “friendly spar.” “Big Brother’s swordsmanship belongs only to me! If those female cultivators dare come near you again, I’ll kill them!” The disgraced youngest daughter of the Shangguan family clutched a faded stone, reminiscing about the past. Tormented by guilt yet unable to let go of her love, she stormed Luoshen Mountain in the dead of night with a warming jade in hand. “Mother said that incident harmed your foundation… This jade can restore your health, but it needs my body heat to activate it! D-don’t misunderstand—I’m not trying to stay!” [System: Hidden Achievement Unlocked • Cultivation is an Endless Series of Battlegrounds] —— ———— Having cultivated for a century, Su Yuanqiu impulsively threw himself into a cauldron—only to awaken the “Pleasure System.” With his lifespan reduced to a mere ten days, he had no choice but to reinvent himself and embrace performance art. While others sought immortality to defy the heavens, Su Yuanqiu courted death just to stay alive. But as his “debt to fairies” grew thicker than a sect’s rulebook… Even eight hundred lightning tribulations might not be enough to atone for this mess.

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