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

"Have you heard?"

As you were flying through the air, your figure involuntarily swayed slightly.

This damned "Whispers in the Clouds" startled me...it gave me quite a fright.

["There was this silly girl who was being followed the whole time, but she didn't even realize it and was secretly enjoying herself!"]

[Silly girl, who is it?]

[You're definitely feeling great right now, because Lin Qianqian has assured you that she'll absolutely complete the Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Gu project.]

Lin Bufan further stated that he would do his utmost to help.

That's exactly what I'm talking about...

Damn it!

The smile on your face froze, and your divine sense, which had been searching for "silly girl," instantly withdrew. At the same time, you recalled the scenes from Tantai Jin's memories; it seemed you really had been monitored.

[Furthermore, that person's strength must far surpass yours; they must be at least a Golden Core cultivator, otherwise they wouldn't have failed to detect anything.]

Upon realizing this, your expression immediately became uncertain.

Even though the other party didn't show any murderous intent, the feeling of being stared at so intently still leaves you with a nauseating, unpleasant feeling, like a fishbone stuck in your throat!

Do you really think I'm made of clay, to be molded at will?

You snorted coldly, decisively changed your escape route, and sped off in the exact opposite direction from the Forest of Death.

【...】

[A few days later.]

"Oh, my beloved ancestor!"

At this moment, atop a spiritually rich mountain, a young girl was clinging unceremoniously to the leg of a towering stone statue, weeping so bitterly and heartbrokenly.

"I can't cultivate to immortality anymore! I'm leaving the sect, I'm going home to get married."

[The girl is naturally you.]

[You suddenly remember that you're not entirely without support. After all, Lord Lingxiu has demanded that you win that damned "Primordial Sword Tournament" a hundred years from now. So, helping him out occasionally isn't too much to ask, is it?]

It's a pity your cheap master is too proud; he only gave you a pass and refused to come with you.

Otherwise, if both master and disciple were to weep and complain, the effect would be far better.

As for the trouble caused in the Beast Mountain Range, we can simply sell Little Black. It's just a simulation anyway, and it will surely understand its poor master.

"Achoo!"

[Zhou Xiaohei, who was obediently squatting at your feet, suddenly sneezed without warning. It inexplicably felt a bone-chilling cold shoot from the tip of its tail straight to the top of its head.]

Just as you were crying uncontrollably, a pair of fair, delicate feet caught your eye out of the corner of your eye.

You lifted your tear-filled face to look at the person who had approached you; it was none other than that cheap old ancestor.

At this moment, however, this powerful being in the Nascent Soul stage is looking down at you, his face filled with undisguised disdain and annoyance.

Her long, flowing black hair was dripping wet, with a few strands clinging to her slender neck; clearly, she had just taken a bath.

You quickly smiled ingratiatingly and tried to hug her lap, but a slender, pale finger pressed against your forehead, preventing you from getting any closer.

"Grandpa, I'm suffering!"

[When you realized you couldn't reach the other person, you immediately started crying.]

"Just tell me what you want me to help you with."

Lingxiu scoffed at your performance, flashing to the shoulder of the tall stone statue, her two slender, white legs dangling in mid-air, swinging idly with her movements.

"Think it over carefully. The lingering aura beneath the Beast Mountain Range seems somewhat familiar to the little black cat beside you!"

Lingxiu gave you a meaningful look, clearly a warning not to go too far.

You quickly scooped up the nearly agitated little black cat and held it in your arms, stroking its fur while mentally calming it down using the contract between you and your pet.

Actually, you still can't bear to send Xiao Hei to take the blame.

"Hehe, Ancestor~"

Seeing that Xiao Hei's emotions had gradually stabilized, you cleared your throat, put on a pitiful expression, and tentatively began to speak:

"Someone is following me, and their cultivation level is far superior to mine. I'm living in constant fear and anxiety; how can I possibly have the mind to seek opportunities or focus on cultivation?"

Lingxiu remained silent for a moment, then sighed softly.

"Those people must be from the Wuxiang Tower. The mark on the back of your hand was left by them."

"The Formless Pavilion?"

Your eyes held a hint of doubt, yet you had already retrieved information about this faction from your memories.

[I briefly discussed this organization with you before; it's extremely mysterious, and the Prodigy Ranking was created by them.]

【"Um."】

[A voice suddenly rang in your ear; Lingxiu had appeared beside you without you even noticing.]

"This power has a very long history, and even I know little about it. Even our superior sect, the Primordial Sword Court, is quite wary of it."

"Then I'm doomed..."

A look of dejection crossed your face, as if you had lost all hope for life.

That's the Primordial Sword Court!

Even in the Central Continent, where countless powerful forces gather, the Primordial Sword Court is undoubtedly a behemoth firmly ranked among the top five, yet it is completely helpless against the Formless Tower.

【Bitterness...】

"Tell me, where do you want to go?"

Lingxiu glanced at you sideways, her tone still carrying a hint of disdain, but it was clear she was willing to help.

"Hehe~ Ancestor, why don't you just send me directly to Chanming Prefecture?"

【"Chanmingzhou?"】

Upon hearing this, Lingxiu raised an eyebrow and sized you up.

"You've reached Foundation Establishment?"

【"Um."】

You nodded with a proud expression. Upon returning to the sect, you naturally revealed your early Foundation Establishment cultivation level; otherwise, that old...master wouldn't have so easily given you the pass to your ancestor's secluded cultivation place.

"One year to enter the field, one year to establish the foundation."

Lingxiu paused slightly, then murmured a sigh.

"Some people are truly born with extraordinary advantages; no wonder you were targeted by the Wuxiang Tower."

[The words had barely left her lips when she gave you no chance to react or speak. A long, strong arm encircled your waist, a gentle yet irresistible force pulling you into her embrace.]

[Smelling the delicate fragrance wafting to your nose, you quickly hugged Little Black tightly.]

The next instant, you felt the scenery before you distort violently, like ripples on water.

The surrounding scenery vanished into nothingness, the scene spun rapidly in an instant, transforming into a completely unfamiliar world.

[After a brief pause, the process repeats.]

【quick!】

That's too fast!

[The speed of a Nascent Soul cultivator is simply beyond the limits of perception. Your divine sense doesn't even have time to detect the surrounding spiritual energy fluctuations before you're left far behind.]

You feel a blur of light and shadow before your eyes, the world spinning, and your internal organs churning violently in this terrifying speed.

You quickly suppressed your senses and softly nestled into the not-so-broad, yet incredibly reassuring embrace behind you.

【Sigh~】

You let out a long sigh in your heart, unable to help but feel a sense of melancholy:

[In the simulation, I'm definitely only suited to being a kept man~]

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