The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!

"Zhi Wei! It's me! Your brother!"

Li Muyang dashed through the dense fog, shouting anxiously at the flickering figure ahead.

At the same time, he retrieved Mo Immortal's remains.

Holding the remains of Mo Immortal wielding Startling Swan Immortal Sword, he launched them forward as a chilling sword light, piercing deep into the fog on the left to block the figure's path.

Meanwhile, the Green Saber Mantis, which had been pursuing relentlessly, was directed by Li Muyang to cover the right side.

"Hurry! Block her! She can't be allowed to escape!"

Li Muyang was desperate, dashing madly through the fog alongside Mo Immortal's remains, Green Saber Mantis, and the powerfully pursuing Yu Xiaoshuang.

A bitterly cold wind swept across the land, howling ominously. Mo Immortal's remains transformed into the relentless flash of sword lights, moving at an extreme speed.

The Green Saber Mantis, skilled in stealth assassination, also demonstrated astonishing bursts of speed.

Three minutes later, the silhouette in the fog was forced into a corner, not only returning to the cliffside where she'd first run into Li Muyang but also to the brink, with no escape route left.

In the oppressive cold wind, the broken corpse of a girl stared vacantly through empty eyes. Yet now, she possessed a faint trace of awareness that hadn't been present the first time they met.

She was still seeking a way out.

But Li Muyang dared not tarry. He cast all of the Fairy Qinghe statues directly toward the girl's corpse.

"Zhi Wei! Catch it!"

The moment Li Muyang hurled the statues, the corpse, still searching for an escape, abruptly froze.

In the next second, she raised her hand, her pallid fingers gliding through the air in front of her.

The statues flying toward her came to a standstill mid-air.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Hundreds of statues hovered before the corpse, the largest towering several times the height of a human.

Yet the corpse appeared to detect something. Tilting her head, she extended her slender fingers slowly into the void, one by one tapping downward.

With each tap, a statue shattered, releasing its essence in the form of a warm white glow that gently flowed into the corpse.

The light in the corpse's eyes grew noticeably more alive.

Her once lifeless gaze finally stirred slightly.

"...Brother."

The corpse that had been intent on fleeing suddenly appeared to recall something, staring blankly at Li Muyang as she called out softly.

But in the next moment, her gaze fell empty once more.

The influx of energy seemed only able to rouse her for a fleeting moment.

Yet as more of the statues' auras flowed into her, Zhi Wei's corpse visibly regained vitality.

The corpse energy that had been wrapped around her, thick and unmoving, began to dissipate gradually.

Her deathly pale skin started to become flushed.

Every trace of aura that entered her body seemed to grant her brief flashes of consciousness.

However, this recovery process was incredibly short-lived, lasting only an instant.

She repeatedly tilted her head, gazing in shock at Li Muyang, only for her head to droop again, returning to her blank state.

This repeated awakening and dulling seemed like an ancient computer trying desperately to reboot after years of disuse.

Li Muyang stood nervously by, watching the resurrection of Little Wild Grass.

Zhi Wei's form grew increasingly vibrant.

She gradually began to pulse with a heartbeat; the blood started to circulate, and her wounds were visibly healing.

Yu Xiaoshuang exclaimed in amazement, "This Fairy Qinghe is truly incredible... Can there really be someone who can reverse life and death?"

Throughout history, countless prodigies had arisen.

But no one had ever succeeded in reversing life and death—not even a True Immortal could accomplish it.

Immortals might live long, but that didn't mean they were truly imperishable.

From ancient times to the present, the passage of time revealed that even Immortals must eventually succumb to the finality of mortality.

No Immortal who had perished had ever been heard of resurrecting.

Yet before them, the corpse of Fairy Qinghe was genuinely reviving.

Yu Xiaoshuang was awestruck; Li Muyang was too overcome with anticipation to comment.

He watched as the statues suspended before Zhi Wei shattered one by one, their essence flowing slowly into her body.

When all the smaller statues had shattered, only the enormous statue from Ancient Resentment Well in Red Leaf Valley remained.

This massive sculpture was the largest of all and was left for last.

As the statue shattered, dazzling beams of light transformed into milk-white Spiritual Liquid, streaming incessantly into Zhi Wei's body.

The already revived Zhi Wei absorbed the flow of the Spiritual Liquid endlessly, as if she were a living being.

Her eyes flickered rapidly.

The mountains and rivers, the sun and moon, the stars and cosmos, the cycle of the Dao—all seemed to be mirrored in Zhi Wei's eyes for a moment, as if Li Muyang glimpsed an entire planet and the path to enlightenment of a True Immortal.

An immense surge of information poured into Zhi Wei's body, the reflection in her gaze revealing the Dao insights of the Ancient Green Rice Fairy.

The sheer overload of information appeared to cause her pain.

Her previously blank, lifeless expression now furrowed with a pained frown.

Li Muyang tightly clenched his hands in anxiety, afraid to make a sound for fear of disturbing Zhi Wei's revival process.

In that moment, Zhi Wei's past memories, her enlightenment—the vast torrent of knowledge—were being loaded, representing the final step before her resurrection.

If she could recall everything, the Ancient Green Rice Fairy who had perished ten thousand years ago would truly be revived.

But just then, an excited voice suddenly echoed from within the fog behind Li Muyang.

"Master!"

Li Muyang's heart sank, and he immediately turned around.

Chou Yuyan's figure emerged from the mist.

She looked thrilled, her eyes sparkling as she raced toward the reviving Fairy.

Li Muyang roared furiously, "Are you out of your damn mind?!"

To show up at such a critical moment to cause trouble—had she completely lost all grip on reality?

Mo Immortal's remains slashed forth, unleashing a sword strike that instantly shattered Chou Yuyan's projection.

But in the next instant, Chou Yuyan's image reappeared in another direction.

Furious, she shouted, "Li Muyang, you lunatic! You want to monopolize the Master!"

Her shattered projection had clearly inflicted damage upon her true self.

This time, her descending image bore streaks of blood at the corners of her mouth, yet she disregarded them entirely, glaring hatefully at Li Muyang.

Mo Immortal's remains struck again, annihilating the image with a single blow.

Another projection formed—but Li Muyang didn't give her the chance to speak. Mo Immortal's remains slashed through the mist, obliterating the image once more.

At this key moment, when Little Wild Grass was resurrecting, there was no way Li Muyang would let this madwoman interfere!

She must have tracked Li Muyang's presence back to the Peaceful Realms, waiting for her opportunity when he remained rooted in one spot. Yet she had unwittingly stumbled upon Zhi Wei's revival.

Within the fog, Mo Immortal's sword descended repeatedly, utterly silencing Chou Yuyan before she could utter more words.

Each strike caused her harm.

When Li Muyang had destroyed her image thirteen times consecutively, Chou Yuyan appeared once more, the blood drained entirely from her face and her form teetering unsteadily.

Yet, despite clearly reaching her limit and being grievously wounded, she continued to manifest, glaring furiously at Li Muyang as if wishing to denounce his brutality before the Master.

Li Muyang coldly stared at her, his rage nearly erupting, yearning to chase her into the Human Realm and obliterate her entirely.

As another image of Chou Yuyan descended, the Startling Swan Immortal Sword rose in Mo Immortal's hand.

But before it could strike, a chilling light suddenly shot forward from behind Li Muyang.

Without sound or warning, Chou Yuyan's projection shattered violently.

Li Muyang froze in stunned disbelief.

Yu Xiaoshuang, who had stood silently nearby, was equally dazed.

Even Chou Yuyan, used to relentless pursuit, momentarily seemed dumbfounded.

For this time, once her projection was destroyed, there was no further manifestation.

The land, swept by ghostly winds, fell into deathly silence.

Li Muyang stiffly turned his head to look behind him.

There, an unfeeling and hollow figure had imperceptibly appeared at his side.

It was Little Wild Grass—Zhi Wei—Fairy Qinghe. The fully revived woman stood there, gazing at Li Muyang with vacant eyes.

She extended her hand and placed it atop Li Muyang's head, saying, "Have you seen my brother?"

Her voice was cold, lifeless—devoid of any emotion.

Her gaze was equally empty.

But the instant her hand touched Li Muyang's head, his body stiffened, losing all control. His terrified eyes could only watch as the woman spoke in her frigid tone.

"I sense the presence of the Human Realm in you... From the Human Realm... Has my brother been revived in this era?"

She tilted her head slightly and gazed toward Outer Heaven, whispering, "If he has, I must find him."

Li Muyang, entirely subdued by the cold, crushing power, sensed the state of the woman at his side.

Cold, vacant, mechanical... Zhi Wei had indeed come back to life.

But her Divine Soul remained frozen, never fully awakened!

Now, controlling this body was merely a remnant of instinct and fragmented memories!

A chill ran through Li Muyang. Under the dominating force that had overwhelmed his body, he could only submit and truthfully answer, "I am your brother! I am Jiang Xiaoyu!"

Li Muyang's words were compelled by the controlling force, uttered as nothing but the truth.

Zhi Wei's power had completely enslaved him, reducing him to a marionette, a puppet.

But upon hearing Li Muyang's reply, Zhi Wei's vacant gaze only lingered on him briefly.

Finally, she said, "The aura is similar, but my brother doesn't look like you..."

She grasped Li Muyang's shoulder with one hand, lifting him into the sky, and flew toward the distance.

"If my brother has not yet revived, I must personally search for him."

Li Muyang froze in shock upon hearing Zhi Wei's statement.

Dammit!

The sudden disruption caused by the lunatic Chou Yuyan had genuinely interrupted Zhi Wei's awakening.

Now, Zhi Wei's body had revived, but her soul remained dormant!

Moved solely by instinct, Zhi Wei was like a single-thread system incapable of handling more complex information.

Her recognition of Jiang Xiaoyu hinged on both aura and appearance. While Li Muyang had the matching aura, his different appearance left her unable to identify him... Dammit!

What could be done?

Was there a way to awaken her Divine Soul?

Though she was indeed revived, what should be done with this incomplete revival?!