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

【Little Qian'er...】

This extremely distant title awakened a long-buried memory in Lin Qianqian.

[Her mother passed away when she was just a young girl, barely old enough to remember things. During that dark period, a girl named Mianmian stayed by her side every day, trying to cheer her up, which helped her through that most difficult time.]

However, later, Sister Mianmian went to Xuanhuang Prefecture to carry out a mission, and was never heard from again.

The people in her clan all said she was dead, but Lin Qianqian, who was only a young child at the time, naturally didn't believe it and insisted on coming to find her. This was also her initial reason for coming to Xuanhuang Prefecture.

Later, due to a series of unforeseen circumstances, I temporarily came to live with the Lin family.

[She stayed there for over a decade, and Lin Qianqian almost forgot her original purpose.]

She composed herself, scrutinizing the woman before her. But the more she examined her, the less she felt the woman matched the blurry, warm face of her memory.

Seeing her wary and confused expression, you reached out to pat the girl's head, but she turned her head away.

Your fingertips missed their mark, and the smile on your face froze slightly, then turned into a hint of grievance.

"Little Qian'er, it's been over ten years, have you completely forgotten about Sister Mianmian?"

"How can you prove it?"

A hint of reluctance and struggle flashed in Lin Qianqian's eyes as she looked at you, but the time was far too long, and she hadn't even begun her cultivation then, so she couldn't possibly be sure of your identity.

You didn't rush to explain; instead, you remained silent for a moment, then took out a somewhat old wooden hairpin and handed it to her.

"Do you remember? This is a gift from you."

Lin Qianqian took the wooden hairpin in a daze. She vaguely remembered these scenes, and looked at the familiar magnolia flower still floating in mid-air in front of her.

At this moment, the fragments of memory seemed to be perfectly pieced together.

[Smack!]

The book slipped from her hands, and Lin Qianqian abruptly looked up, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. The girl could no longer contain her emotions; she stood up and rushed into your arms, bursting into tears.

"Waaaaah~ Sister Mianmian, where did you go? Qian'er misses you so much!"

"It's okay, don't worry, your big sister is here."

You lowered your eyes, your gaze revealing just the right amount of tenderness and doting, gently patting her slender back again and again, softly comforting her.

Beneath this warm and affectionate exterior, your heart is at peace.

It's just basic stuff.

The wooden hairpin was bought casually from a roadside vendor, and she told you the story herself, bit by bit.

[Isn't that what emulators are for?]

After a long while, once Lin Qianqian had cried herself to sleep, she slowly withdrew from your embrace.

Her eyes were lowered, and her gaze inadvertently swept over your chest, where a dark patch of tears had soaked through. Her pretty face, still bearing traces of tears, instantly flushed crimson.

She twisted her fingers shyly, her voice barely audible.

"Mianmian... your clothes are all wet, do you want to come to my room to change?"

You looked deeply at the girl in front of you, sensing something strange about her.

[After slowly shaking his head, he lightly stroked his chest with his fingertips, and the wet patch evaporated quickly.]

Seeing this, Lin Qianqian felt inexplicably disappointed.

"I've come to see you today because there's something very important I need to discuss."

[You paused, your tone becoming more serious.]

"Also, you must never reveal my original identity to anyone. I currently use the name 'Lin Qingyu' when I travel outside, and I am a direct disciple of the Tianxuan Sword Sect."

Although Lin Qianqian didn't understand, seeing your serious expression, she obediently nodded.

"Junior brother, come over for a chat."

Lin Bufan, who was waiting in the pavilion in the distance, heard your telepathic message in his ear. He, who had been unable to contain himself for a long time, quickly walked to the stone table.

Looking at Lin Qianqian's red and swollen eyes, he was momentarily at a loss for words.

Seeing his hesitant and uncertain expression, Lin Qianqian narrowed her eyes slightly, keenly sensing that something was amiss.

[After all, he wouldn't allow anyone to speak ill of him within the family before, but now, with Sister Mianmian, he hasn't uttered a single word of defense, let alone stood up for her.]

Could it be...?

Her suspicious gaze darted back and forth between you and Lin Bufan, her eyes filled with scrutiny.

[You're used to these kinds of small situations; a single sentence is enough to completely sever their ties.]

"According to reliable sources, demons will appear in this area in a year."

"Demons?"

Lin Bufan and Lin Qianqian's expressions immediately changed.

"What level of cultivation?"

Lin Bufan was even more anxious, after all, all his relatives were here.

"At the level of a Demon Commander."

[You didn't keep us in suspense; after all, this is a crucial moment to increase Lin Qianqian's favorability. With Lin Bufan mediating, things will become incredibly easy.]

"Nascent Soul Stage."

The solemn voice of the old man in the ring echoed in Lin Bufan's mind, and his eyes narrowed.

"Senior sister, is this really true?"

【"nature."】

You met his gaze, nodded firmly, and to make your words more convincing, you casually added:

"I overheard the news when my grandmaster, Lingxiu Tianjun, told it to my master."

Upon hearing this, Lin Bufan's already slightly furrowed brows tightened even more.

A Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn't joke about something like this; it's highly likely to be true.

Even if the Heavenly Profound Sword Sect does send someone, what level of power will they be? Will the aftershocks of such an earth-shattering battle raze the Lin family to the ground?

All of this is unpredictable and unknown.

"Senior sister, this matter is of utmost importance. I must go and discuss the relocation of the clan with my father."

He dared not gamble, nor could he afford to, and immediately bowed deeply to you.

"I can't thank you enough. If you ever need my help, please don't hesitate to ask."

You quickly got up and helped him up, scolding him playfully:

"Junior brother, why must we be like this? We should go and discuss this with our uncle; that's the important thing."

After all, the cost can be taken from the childhood sweetheart.

[Saving the Chosen One's family isn't a new thing; didn't we indirectly help them during the last simulation when we were retaliating against the demons?]

Only after Lin Bufan's figure disappeared around the corner of the courtyard did you turn around, only to meet Lin Qianqian's probing gaze.

The girl pursed her red lips and asked softly:

"Mian... Sister Qingyu, you and Brother Bufan..."

Before you could finish speaking, you stepped forward and gently pressed your lips against hers.

"Don't overthink it. It's impossible between me and my junior brother. I have my own mission to complete."

Hearing this, Lin Qianqian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a pang of heartache.

"Sister Mianmian, why don't you come back to the tribe with me? I received a message from the tribe a few days ago that they will send someone to pick me up in a while."

You smiled faintly and shook your head. Under the girl's aggrieved gaze, you reached out and gently tidied the stray strands of hair from her forehead, offering no direct answer.

"Little Qian'er, I'll be returning to Chanming Prefecture in a while. There's something I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"What is it? Tell me!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian immediately straightened her back and patted her chest with a triumphant air.

Seeing this, the smile in your eyes deepened, becoming even more genuine.

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(Please do some charity work, give me some energy!)