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

Silence is the Cambridge of tonight.

Finally, the old man, who had lost many trusted confidants, couldn't bear it any longer and pointed at the man in black in front of him, angrily saying:

"Young Master Miao, this is Lin Bufan."

Upon hearing this, the man with the folding fan paused slightly in his fanning motion. He turned his head to look at the red-haired woman beside him.

The woman remained calm, seemingly unfazed by the situation. She raised her hand, pointed at Lin Bufan not far away, and spoke in a completely indifferent tone:

"Yes, it's him."

"And who is this?"

The man with the folding fan looked in the direction she was pointing, then his gaze shifted and landed on where you were standing, a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

【"have no idea."】

【"oh..."】

He was immediately disappointed, but quickly regained his composure. When his gaze returned to Lin Bufan, it was as if he were looking at an ant, revealing undisguised disdain and contempt.

"Kid, you're Lin Bufan? You don't look like much, do you?"

"Wo Nima... Senior Sister, don't stop me! Today, either he or I must die!"

Lin Bufan's temples bulged with veins as he stared intently at the young man waving a folding fan.

[This person not only ignored me just now, but then turned around and showed extreme contempt, clearly judging me with prejudice. It's outrageous!]

"Junior brother, haven't you figured it out yet?"

This person is face-blind!

You leaned close to Lin Bufan's ear and whispered comfortingly:

"Even if this person isn't an idiot, they're probably not very smart either, and... their surname is Miao."

[Smelling the familiar, delicate fragrance wafting to his nose, Lin Bufan twitched his nose, and his anger subsided somewhat.]

[Ahem~ Senior sister's analysis was reasonable and well-founded, although I didn't quite understand it... but I'll let them off the hook for now.]

After calming Lin Bufan down, you turned to look at the group of uninvited guests.

"Are you all from the Miao ethnic group?"

"Indeed, may I ask your name, young lady?"

The man with the folding fan instantly dropped his arrogant expression, smiling gently like a refined gentleman.

Lin Bufan: !!!

Seeing that his junior brother was about to explode again, you didn't bother with any more useless words and simply took out a golden token.

"That's good. Do you recognize this item?"

"That's... the Butterfly Mother's Golden Token!"

"How could they have something like this? Could it be that Miss..."

"Shut up! How dare we discuss such matters concerning our young lady!"

Seeing the sudden surge of emotion among the group, you became even more certain of your guess: that token was more than just a keepsake.

[In my past life, when you read novels, I never understood why the protagonist, despite having tokens and an identity, would insist on fighting to the death and suffering mutual destruction before finally revealing such a trump card when faced with a crisis.]

This isn't just asking for trouble...

The man in the lead exchanged several glances, but finally bowed respectfully to you from afar.

"Greetings, Envoy Jin."

Following his action, the previously arrogant young men and women dared not be negligent in the slightest and hurriedly bowed down.

"Miao Qi, how dare you touch Brother Bufan..."

Just as the atmosphere at the scene was quite harmonious, a figure in blue flew swiftly from afar, but upon seeing the scene before him, all the prepared words caught in his throat.

"Little sister Qianqian."

Lin Bufan's face lit up with joy, and he was about to take a few steps forward.

"Brother Bufan, I..."

[Miao Qianqian's eyes welled up with tears, and she was about to step forward for a long-awaited hug, but the smile suddenly froze on her face.]

[His extraordinary older brother had already turned around and embraced a pale-faced, swaying woman, without even glancing in their direction again.]

"Qingyu, Qingyu, are you alright?"

[Miao Qianqian: Brother Bufan, look at me, I'm in trouble!]

【...】

Three months later.

You are leisurely lying in your spacious and luxurious bedroom.

Surrounded by glittering gold ornaments and carved beams and painted rafters, with a faint, calming fragrance in the air, you stretch out, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

For the past three months, Lin Bufan has been working tirelessly, leaving early and returning late, all for the sake of dealing with the Gu worms.

As for whether he might develop any romantic feelings for his childhood sweetheart, to be honest, you didn't even consider it.

Besides, judging by the eagerness he displays every time he comes back, you can imagine he doesn't have the energy to think about anything else.

【"Squeak~"】

The door was slowly pushed open, and a young woman in blue walked in with a cold expression.

【Hey~ What a rare guest!】

[It's been three whole months. Did you really think this girl could keep holding her anger in forever?]

Seeing her now, with her eyebrows raised and a charmingly accusatory look on her face, you weren't afraid at all; instead, you secretly sized her up.

[Petite and delicate, with a refined and elegant face, she appeared quite angry, yet the gentle and graceful air she exuded could not be concealed.]

This person has perfectly captured your aesthetic preferences; they're practically your ideal type!

Oh, what a pity...

Seeing your sighing and complaining, Miao Qianqian's anger suddenly subsided, and she couldn't help but ask:

"What's wrong with you?"

You glanced at her with a look of utter despair, then slowly shook your head.

"You wouldn't understand."

【"I don't understand?"】

Miao Qianqian is furious!

For the past three months, no matter how she tried to probe Lin Bufan, whether openly or subtly, he remained completely unresponsive, like a block of wood.

Who can understand this kind of pain?!

Thinking of this, she rushed to the bedside, looking down at you intently.

She's going to see for herself today where she went wrong.

The woman before them possessed skin as smooth as ice and bones as delicate as jade, features as exquisite as a painting, and an ethereal beauty that shone with captivating charm...

Miao Qianqian felt that every beautiful word she could think of could be used to describe him.

[With just one glance, she knew she had lost, but she still wanted to try!]

The girl then looked down at you, her gaze deliberately carrying a hint of disdain.

"I have a top-tier background that can help Brother Bufan on his cultivation path..."

"Miss Miao, please don't send me away, even if..."

Before she could finish speaking, you grabbed her slender waist and hugged her tightly. You buried your face in her chest, squeezed out two tears, and began to sob softly:

"Even if... even if it's just staying by my junior brother's side as a maid serving tea and water, I would be willing, sob sob sob..."

Miao Qianqian froze abruptly, unable to utter a single word.

Before coming here, she thoroughly investigated your background. She knew you were a genius disciple of the Heavenly Profound Sword Sect, and that you had so confidently and instantly killed several Foundation Establishment cultivators in the dense forest that day.

But at this moment, this person, who should have been as sharp and incisive as a sword, threw himself into his arms, weeping uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face.

The stark contrast left Miao Qianqian completely bewildered.

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised her hand and awkwardly but gently patted your back.

Feeling the trembling shoulders of the person in her arms, her thoughts became increasingly chaotic.

Can love really make people so humble and weak?

...