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

The figure was the Nascent Soul female cultivator on the high platform. Lin Qingyu had no idea what had happened, but that didn't stop her from being pragmatic.

"Greetings, Grandmaster!"

Without hesitation, she performed a deep and respectful bow, bowing deeply without the slightest impeccable posture.

"She's much more sensible than your master."

A soft voice suddenly rang in her ear, startling Lin Qingyu.

She looked up abruptly and saw that the beautiful figure who had been leaning against the courtyard gate had silently come to her side and was looking her up and down with a smile.

"Master...Grandmaster."

Lin Qingyu gave an awkward laugh and didn't dare to reply.

The elders said it was okay to say that, but she couldn't answer.

After all, agreeing with someone is disrespectful to teachers, and opposing someone is also disrespectful to teachers. It's a dilemma!

"Get up."

The female cultivator chuckled softly, and her figure slowly dissipated like a wisp of smoke. When she solidified again, she was already sitting upright at the stone table deep in the courtyard.

Hiss! Ancestor, I want to learn this!

Lin Qingyu screamed inwardly, her mouth watering. He's so handsome!

Of course, Lin Qingyu could only watch with envy; such a high-class way of moving was clearly not something a low-level cultivator could learn.

"Come and sit down."

The female cultivator had a gentle expression, without the slightest air of superiority. She simply raised her hand slightly, like an ordinary elder, to gesture for Lin Qingyu to sit down at the stone table.

Seeing that Lin Qingyu's movements were slightly restrained, the female cultivator did not make things difficult for her. She simply lowered her eyes to look at the rising steam in the cup of tea and spoke softly:

"Do you know why I summoned you here?"

"I don't know."

After thinking for a moment, Lin Qingyu's clever little brain couldn't figure out why a high-ranking Nascent Soul cultivator would suddenly seek out a low-level disciple like herself alone.

"You are special."

The female cultivator raised her eyes and glanced at her, her gaze seemingly able to penetrate her skin and see directly into her soul, her words carrying a profound meaning.

"I was just lucky to have some talent in swordsmanship."

Lin Qingyu smiled modestly, assuming the other person was commenting on her amazing performance on the stage just now.

"No."

The female cultivator's lips curled into a strange smile, but her next words were like a thunderclap, instantly plunging Lin Qingyu into an ice cave, as if the blood in her body had frozen.

"A mere Qi Refining Peak girl actually possesses a spiritual imprint left by a Nascent Soul Peak cultivator... Tell me, isn't that extraordinary?"

Peak Nascent Soul stage? Spirit Seal?

Lin Qingyu's expression suddenly froze, her pupils contracted slightly, and her brain began to work frantically after extreme shock.

The first names that come to mind are Feng Qianyue and Feng Qiange.

impossible!

The moment that thought crossed her mind, she extinguished it instantly.

Those two people only interacted with her in the simulation, so how could they possibly cross the boundary between illusion and reality and leave a mark on her real body?

If that were the case, Lin Qingyu thought she might as well dig a hole and bury herself.

Who would that be?

No matter how she mentally reviewed her memories of reality and the simulation, she couldn't find any suspicious points.

Was the ancestor deceiving himself?

Lin Qingyu then quietly raised her head, only to meet a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

The female cultivator seemed to sense her suspicion, but casually raised her fingertip and flicked it lightly. A stream of blue light swept across like a snake and gently landed on Lin Qingyu.

The next instant, a black mark slowly appeared on the back of her hand, emanating a chilling aura.

Gan!

Which cunning... old master did this?

Lin Qingyu subconsciously withdrew her greeting. She knew nothing about Nascent Soul cultivators, so it was best to be cautious.

"The person who placed the seal used an extremely skillful technique; if it weren't for my own cultivation method, I wouldn't have been able to detect it."

The female cultivator picked up the teacup on the table, took a small sip, lowered her eyes, and remained silent.

The emotions in Lin Qingyu's eyes shifted rapidly, but were eventually concealed. She took a deep breath and stood up again to bow.

"What does the Ancestor need his disciples to do?"

This world is a huge arena of interests. There will be intersections only when there are benefits. Otherwise, why would a Nascent Soul cultivator with nothing better to do interfere with the karma of another Nascent Soul cultivator?

Even if they are both on the right path, or even if they come from the same sect, so what?

Lin Qingyu never believed in any favors given without reason, nor in any sentimental ties based on kinship. Only tangible interests could solidify a relationship.

The female cultivator's slender fingertips rested on the rough stone table, tapping lightly and casually, as if she were weighing something.

After a long wait, she spoke slowly again:

"You're from Fallen Phoenix City?"

"Exactly."

Lin Qingyu answered truthfully, with no need to hide anything, and it wouldn't be difficult for the other party to verify.

"Then it's not surprising."

The female cultivator's eyes lit up slightly, as if she had thought of something, and she sighed softly:

"Fine, for the sake of your master, I will temporarily take on the karma for you, but in exchange, you need to make me a promise."

"Please enlighten me, Master."

Lin Qingyu's eyes flickered slightly, and she lowered her posture to an extremely low level.

"century!"

The female cultivator slowly raised a slender index finger, her tone calm yet carrying an air of unquestionable authority.

"You have only one hundred years. At that time, you must represent the Tianxuan Sword Sect in the Central Continent and win the championship for our sect in the 'Primordial Sword Tournament'."

"This...Grandmaster, I am just a Qi Refining cultivator, even if it's a hundred years from now..."

Lin Qingyu frowned, her face showing difficulty.

In truth, she wished she could immediately pat her chest and agree without hesitation, for she had no choice when facing a Nascent Soul cultivator.

But the instincts honed through years of hard work made Lin Qingyu subconsciously want to raise the price and gain more leverage for herself.

"Then you may leave. I will find someone else."

The female cultivator waved her hand calmly, seemingly unconcerned.

"..."

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

At this moment, Lin Qingyu just wanted to dig out a three-bedroom apartment with her toes, then hide inside and never come out of the world again.

Seeing that the female cultivator had nothing more to say, Lin Qingyu immediately threw all pretense of modesty and pride to the winds. The methods of a Nascent Soul cultivator were far beyond what she could handle at the moment.

"Ancestor~"

She brazenly stepped forward, picked up the teapot, and poured a cup of hot tea for the female cultivator.

Then, quite naturally, he walked around to the female cultivator's side, stretched out his hands, and began to massage her shoulders with just the right amount of force.

Although the female cultivator remained silent with her eyes lowered, she did not refuse her series of actions.

There is a play!

Lin Qingyu's eyes lit up. After massaging the other person for a while, she cautiously spoke:

"Ancestor, I don't know why you have taken a liking to your disciple. After all, there are countless cultivators in the Heavenly Profound Sword Sect whose cultivation is higher than mine, and there are many whose talent is even more amazing than mine."

"Stop with your little schemes; they're things I, your ancestor, already knew."

The female cultivator picked up the teacup on the table, her fingertips tracing the warm, smooth surface of the cup, but she did not drink it.

Her gaze pierced through the rising steam of the tea, and her tone gradually became ethereal and otherworldly:

"Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist; all things in the world are uncertain. At our level, what we cultivate is no longer simply spiritual power and realm, nor is it talent or aptitude, but rather..."

The female cultivator paused slightly, her gaze falling on Lin Qingyu's face, which was filled with curiosity, and shook her head with a light laugh.

"Why am I telling you all this?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a dazzling cyan spiritual light emanated from the female cultivator's fingertips.

She gently placed her fingertips on the back of Lin Qingyu's hand, and with each movement, she smoothed out the deep, dark mark little by little until it disappeared without a trace.

"Remember my request."

After speaking, the female cultivator slowly vanished from the spot.

"Ancestor! This disciple does not yet know your honorific title?"

Lin Qingyu stared at the empty space in front of her, and couldn't help but reach out and grab at the air, her face full of regret.

What a great opportunity to curry favor with someone powerful! And we didn't even manage to get their name out of them—what a huge loss!

Just as she was sighing inwardly, a gentle and ethereal voice softly rang in her ear:

"My Daoist name is Lingxiu."

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