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

"Welcome, Ancestor!"

Just as Lin Qingyu and her companion found Qingming Zhenren and were about to sit down, they saw the nine Nascent Soul Peak cultivators on the white jade steps suddenly stand up.

The group moved in perfect unison, bowing deeply down towards the empty prayer mat at the highest point.

As they moved, all the cultivators on the white jade plaza rose to their feet in the next instant, bowing and shouting in unison:

"Welcome, Ancestor!!!"

The sound waves roared like thunder from the heavens, soaring into the sky and causing the surrounding sea of ​​clouds to surge violently.

Wow, this kind of grandeur is the kind of glory that we cultivators should strive for!

At this moment, Lin Qingyu suddenly felt that on this long and tedious road to immortality, occasionally enjoying the glory of being a public spectacle and the center of attention was not a bad thing.

There was no blinding divine light, nor deafening roar.

On the white jade futon, a figure slowly condensed into form. The figure's face was not visible; it sat quietly, as if it had become one with heaven and earth.

The figure exuded no power, yet it seemed to silence the heavens and earth for a brief moment.

The next moment, the aura surrounding the figure dissipated, revealing a young woman.

Her features were gentle, and she wore a simple blue dress. At first glance, she seemed as approachable as a girl next door, without any of the sharpness of a high-level cultivator.

But when he sits quietly, he naturally exudes an extraordinary and serene aura, inspiring awe and making people dare not have the slightest thought of disrespect.

"Get up."

The woman's voice was soft and gentle, yet it subtly revealed an undeniable domineering air.

"Thank you, Ancestor!"

Tens of thousands of people echoed in unison and bowed deeply once again.

After the nine Nascent Soul Peak Masters on the high platform respectfully took their seats, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and returned to their original positions.

"Don't be shy, just get ready and begin as usual."

Seeing the square fall into dead silence, a gentle smile appeared on the woman's lips.

In an instant, a gentle, spring-like aura emanated from her, quietly sweeping across the square. Everyone felt a sense of relief, and their tense emotions were completely soothed.

A Nascent Soul cultivator, truly terrifying!

Lin Qingyu slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and secretly wiped away a bead of cold sweat from her forehead, concealed by her sleeve.

It wasn't that I was scared, I was just tired!

However... it's better to rarely see such high-level cultivators outside of simulations, as they seem a bit shy around strangers.

After the woman finished speaking, Master Qingming straightened his sleeves and darted towards the center of the square, which made Lin Qingyu, who was sitting below, slightly startled.

This old man... could he possibly have some unknown background? Otherwise, why would a Golden Core cultivator like him get to participate in this kind of event?

"Ahem~"

Seeing that she was staring intently at her grandfather, Ling Shuanghua coughed lightly and whispered:

"Junior sister, I forgot to tell you, the Nascent Soul Ancestor on the White Jade Clan is the old man's master."

Holy crap!!!

Lin Qingyu's expression remained unchanged; she merely nodded slightly, her demeanor showing no emotion whatsoever.

But deep down, a storm was brewing.

This old man… cough! My respected master actually has such an incredibly powerful backer!

Why didn't he say so sooner?

Before Lin Qingyu could even warm up her excitement, Ling Shuanghua's next casual remark extinguished all the fire in her heart.

"However, it seems that the master and disciple have fallen out and haven't spoken to each other for hundreds of years."

Sigh, that old man is hopeless.

Lin Qingyu sighed deeply in her heart, feeling quite regretful.

"Cultivators from all peaks, please step onto the stage."

After a standard opening speech, Master Qingming loudly announced the official start of the Qi Refining Stage martial arts competition, without ever glancing at the high platform.

Those cultivators who were in the know kept their eyes closed and dared not discuss the matter of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Good disciple, use every trick in the book later and show that old woman just how powerful my methods of teaching disciples are!"

But as soon as she stepped off the stage, Lin Qingyu heard Qingming Zhenren's irritable voice, which was completely different from her usual composed master.

Lin Qingyu nodded slightly and agreed without hesitation.

She was meant to establish herself as an unparalleled genius, but she lacked a stage of sufficient stature to showcase her talent.

In this cruel world of cultivation, resources never fall from the sky. To gain protection and preferential treatment, one must first prove that one is the most worthwhile asset to be invested in.

Despite having such an incredible opportunity as a simulator, after experiencing several unexpected deaths, Lin Qingyu understands better than anyone just how important the word "backer" really is.

While it doesn't guarantee complete peace of mind, it's enough to prevent her from being kicked to death like a stray cat on the street...

Just as Lin Qingyu stepped onto the arena, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and seemed to see a faint smile on the lips of the Nascent Soul Ancestor on the high platform.

"Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, a dull thud resounded, exceptionally clear in the silent square.

Lin Qingyu subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, and the next second, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.

Before everyone's eyes, her master, a dignified Golden Core Peak cultivator, actually fell flat on his face, sprawling on the ground!

Without a doubt, this is absolutely a righteous punishment brought down by that revered Nascent Soul Grandmaster!

"Ahem! What are you looking at? The martial arts demonstration begins."

The referee on the sidelines coughed twice, then quickly straightened his face and solemnly announced in a loud voice.

Lin Qingyu withdrew her gaze, took out an ordinary high-grade magic weapon longsword, casually glanced at the disciples of the other eight peaks, and without waiting for any one-on-one battles, she raised her hand and directly swung two swords, encompassing everyone within the blade's edge.

"not good!"

The referee's pupils contracted sharply, and his figure flashed like several afterimages before he managed to block the two extremely sharp sword intents in front of the other Qi Refining cultivators who were stiff in their stances.

As the aftershocks subsided, he looked at the girl, whose expression remained calm, with lingering fear.

After a moment of silence, the referee slowly raised his hand and announced in a loud voice:

"The victor is Lin Qingyu of Doujian Peak."

An uproar erupted on the sidelines, with many disciples not even understanding what had happened.

Seeing that the disciples participating on the stage were all pale-faced and the teachers had fallen silent, no one was foolish enough to jump out and question them.

"A year's worth of intentions condensed into a single thread."

Looking at the smug-looking Qingming Zhenren, a Golden Core cultivator sitting beside him sighed enviously:

"Such astonishing swordsmanship talent would absolutely be among the top tier even within the Primordial Sword Court!"

The Foundation Establishment cultivators below quickly echoed in agreement.

"He remains humble in victory and undeterred in defeat; such incredible composure at such a young age!"

"Unperturbed by favor or disgrace, possessing an exceptional temperament."

"Another True Immortal of Delusion may emerge from Fighting Sword Peak!"

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Lin Qingyu nodded slightly to the referee, as if she had only done something insignificant. She easily suppressed the urge to smile and calmly walked off the stage, returning to her seat cross-legged on the prayer mat.

Just as she turned her head slightly, trying to hear Ling Shuanghua's whispers beside her, the scene before her eyes suddenly distorted and blurred like ripples on water.

The surrounding hustle and bustle and the square have completely disappeared, replaced by an unfamiliar and quiet courtyard.

A gust of wind swept through, swirling up the fallen leaves. At the courtyard gate, a blurry figure slowly turned around...

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