After transforming into a fairy, I, in my simulation, wreaked havoc in the cultivation world.

"Wow, three spiritual roots!"

"Has our Imperial Sword City not produced a True Spiritual Root in many years?"

"She's a pretty little girl!"

A commotion broke out among the crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle not far away.

The two Xuan Tian Sword Sect cultivators who had been feigning sleep opened their eyes, a hint of satisfaction in their expressions.

The female clerk was about to say something when she saw the girl on the stage, having regained her senses, immediately run towards a young man in the audience and rush into his arms like a swallow returning to its nest.

"Damn it, where did this beast come from?"

"Little girl, don't be fooled, come into uncle's arms quickly."

"You beast! You damn beast!"

In an instant, the shouts of condemnation filled the square.

Even the female cultivator on the stage was glaring at Lin Bufan with hostility. Is this the protagonist's aura of attracting hatred?

But as the instigator, you completely disregarded others' opinions, instead proudly raising your head.

"Brother Lin, I can cultivate immortality with you now!"

Even though he's so popular, he was still the first person I thought of.

Looking at the slightly adorable and innocent-looking girl in his arms, Lin Bufan felt a warmth in his heart, certain that he had made the right choice this time!

Seeing the indignant, even hostile, gazes around him, he gently patted the girl's head and said softly:

"Qingyu, wait for me to test my spiritual root first."

He had to prove that Lin Bufan was no longer a good-for-nothing and was worthy of such an outstanding woman.

You nodded obediently, then, as if remembering something, you tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, before quickly taking two steps back, your face flushed, and said:

"This will bring you good luck, Brother Lin, keep it up!"

Lin Bufan was deeply moved.

To be honest, it's been a long time since he's felt such genuine care since he became a cripple.

【"rest assured!"】

[With a gentle smile, Lin Bufan strode onto the stage, and amidst the mocking and disdainful gazes of those around him, placed his hand on the stone pillar.]

The next moment, three colors of light burst forth once more.

[Wood, Fire, Earth – Top Grade!]

"Hiss~ This kid is terrifyingly powerful!"

"With top-tier three spiritual roots, he has a chance to directly become an inner disciple of the Xuan Tian Sword Sect, right?"

"How can he have such a beautiful and outstanding wife?"

The discussion was even more heated this time; after all, it's a world where strength reigns supreme, and beauty can't compete with genius.

The two seated cultivators rose and approached Lin Bufan, bowing respectfully.

"Congratulations, junior brother."

Lin Bufan nodded, his expression calm.

However, you keenly sensed that something was amiss.

According to the bandit leader, he began cultivating at age 6, entered the Qi Refining stage at age 9, and reached the late stage of Qi Refining at age 18. This is a cultivation speed that cannot be achieved by someone with three spiritual roots.

【You've heard of the Seven Clouds Sect? It's just a third-rate sect, far inferior to the Joyful Union Sect.】

Lin Bufan's cultivation speed is even faster than Su Yu's, meaning his aptitude is top-tier among those with dual spiritual roots.

Furthermore, this time he has been reborn, and given the nature of those chosen by destiny, his talent should have reached an even higher level.

【unless...】

[As you stare at Lin Bufan's calm expression, your suspicions are confirmed: this kid has definitely used some special method to hide his true abilities.]

How despicable!

Unlike you, a righteous fairy, you've always acted with integrity and honesty.

"Qingyu."

[While you were lost in thought, the three people on stage seemed to have finished their conversation, and Lin Bufan was waving at you.]

You jogged up to him, your big eyes filled with joy and admiration.

"Congratulations, Brother Lin."

Lin Bufan chuckled and shook his head, thinking to himself that this was nothing; he had actually been hiding a tiny bit of his talent.

But seeing the girl's admiring gaze, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"You can go directly to the Tianxuan Sword Sect's temporary headquarters and wait."

[Your blatant display of affection has displeased the female cultivator. She waved her hand, signaling you two to leave immediately.]

"Thank you, senior sister."

You bowed slightly in politeness; you're always very patient with beautiful women.

"Hehe, go ahead."

[The female cultivator also had feelings for you; despite Lin Bufan's disapproving gaze, she reached out and ruffled your hair.]

As you leave, the lively atmosphere in the square gradually fades, and what follows is once again the endless cycle of ordinary people with no spiritual roots or pseudo-spiritual roots.

[Time quickly passed to noon on the second day. A flying boat rose from the city of Yujian, its surface shimmering with spiritual light and billowing with clouds. Carrying dozens of newly recruited disciples and the eager anticipation of the entire city, it soared into the sky.]

Ahead lies the sacred land that countless people dream of—the Xuan Tian Sword Sect.

You stand side by side with Lin Bufan at the bow of the ship, watching the ever-churning sea of ​​clouds before you, but your thoughts have already wandered far away.

[The Xuan Tian Sword Sect, a second-tier sect on par with the He Huan Sect, hopefully won't disappoint.]

"Qingyu, don't worry about anything, I'm here."

Seeing your tightly pursed red lips, Lin Bufan thought you were too nervous and quickly spoke softly to comfort you.

"Thank you, Brother Lin."

You snap out of your reverie, lean against his shoulder, and give him the feeling of dependence he craves.

Lin Bufan's lips curled into a slight smile. Naturally, he wouldn't miss the opportunity to take advantage. He skillfully reached out and wrapped his arm around your slender waist, occasionally gently caressing it.

You snuggled shyly into his arms, but secretly rolled your eyes inwardly.

【Ha~ What a scoundrel.】

Two weeks later, the airship hovered in front of the mist-shrouded mountains and forests.

This is the headquarters of the Xuantian Sword Sect, located in the Wanren Mountain Range.

Looking into the distance, you see nine mountain peaks, like sharp swords piercing the sky, appearing and disappearing in the clouds.

The white jade mountain gate hangs above the clouds, behind which a black suspension bridge spans a thousand feet, flanked by chilling sword energy.

The airship quickly came to a stop in front of the mountain gate.

[Upon landing, you realize that the giant white jade gate is not floating, but rather an illusion created by the clouds and mist below.]

"Those with pseudo-spiritual roots will come down the mountain with us. The rest will cross the iron chain bridge to become inner disciples, while those who do not will become outer disciples."

After scanning the area, the female cultivator nodded to you and led the group of pseudo-spiritual root disciples into the sea of ​​mist.

In the blink of an eye, the group of dozens was reduced to just two.

Yes, aside from you, the variable, and Lin Bufan, the chosen one, there isn't a single cultivator with three spiritual roots in Yujian City and the surrounding cities.

Lin Bufan gave you a reassuring smile, then pulled you along quickly across the white jade mountain gate, heading straight for the steel chain bridge shrouded in a chilling aura of swords.

Those who cultivate the sword must first cultivate their mind.

[The scene before you suddenly changes as you step onto the suspension bridge.]

Countless scantily clad beauties appear before you one by one. You are first startled, then let out a deep sigh.

What does that mean? What does it mean?

You almost spat out blood! What's the point of showing you all this?

You passed through the group of beautiful women without batting an eye, your speed so great that several figures watching from inside a palace glanced at you sideways.

The next moment, the scene before your eyes changed again, causing your expression to darken instantly.

[You curse in your mind:]

"This is outrageous! Where's my Blood Spirit Shuttle?!"

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