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

The Heavenly Profound Sword Sect is divided into nine main peaks, and the one you and Lin Bufan are on is called the Sword Fighting Peak.

[This peak is responsible for law enforcement, sword testing, and the extermination of demonic cultivators; most matters related to combat are handled by this peak.]

Therefore, combat is the defining characteristic of Sword Fighting Peak.

In this cultivation world where powerful cultivators often go into seclusion for decades or even centuries, the Sword Fighting Peak holds a minor competition every three years, a major competition every five years, and a grand gathering at the main peak every ten years.

Want resources? Want power?

[Yes, you can achieve it on your own!]

Even Ling Shuanghua, the granddaughter of the Grand Elder of Doujian Peak, insists on doing everything herself.

But strangely enough, she didn't see anything wrong with it; on the contrary, she wholeheartedly agreed with this idea.

You feel exhausted for her, but you also understand that this is probably the philosophy of most sword cultivators, and the root cause of their poverty.

After all, fighting consumes a lot of resources.

[What a refreshing stream amidst the turbidity!]

At this moment, three figures were walking side by side towards a magnificent hall.

[To your left is Lin Bufan, to your right is Ling Shuanghua; both are trying to kill each other with their eyes.]

[The reason is that this morning, you walked out of the cave looking tired, with red marks all over your neck, and were caught red-handed by Ling Shuanghua who was rushing over.]

[She immediately raised her eyebrows, pointed at Lin Bufan, and angrily rebuked him: "Are you even human? She hasn't even entered the Qi Refining stage yet, and you're already so unrestrained?!"]

As the chosen one, of course, one shouldn't lose face even when defeated; the phrase "old woman doesn't understand love" almost broke Ling Shuanghua's defenses.

It took you a long time to appease them both.

Sigh, it's really not easy to get even a little bit of resources.

"Sister Shuanghua, aren't you participating in the competition?"

To ease the tension, you start looking for topics to talk about.

This grand competition is the once-in-a-decade event at Sword Fighting Peak, and Lin Bufan's return is likely related to it.

"I have already reached the Foundation Establishment stage and am unable to participate in this level of competition."

Ling Shuanghua reached out and ruffled your hair, glancing disdainfully at Lin Bufan as she did so.

He was about to retort when you glared at him, shutting him down.

Don't make things worse, brother. Besides, you can't beat them.

Lin Bufan chuckled awkwardly, touched his nose, and remained silent, muttering to himself: "A good man doesn't argue with a woman."

They really won't accept even the slightest loss!

[Ling Shuanghua, with her exceptional hearing, frowned and was about to erupt when you grabbed her arm and pointed ahead, saying:]

"Senior Sister Shuanghua, we've arrived!"

A palace built entirely of black rock stood before the three.

Countless sword marks crisscross the rock face, and the stone pillars on both sides are embedded with broken swords, rusted but still retaining their sharpness.

Above the hall's entrance hangs an ancient plaque, unpainted and undecorated, with only three characters carved in sword energy: "Sword Fighting Hall."

"Let's go straight to the stands."

Ling Shuanghua pulled you towards the hall, not forgetting to leave a sarcastic remark:

"If you don't get the grand prize, I'll arrange for a young talent to take Qingyu into the secret realm~"

Lin Bufan stood frozen in place, unsure how to react.

[If a man dared to provoke him like that, he would have fought him to the death, but he never expected that his "rival" would be a woman.]

[Damn it! He shouldn't have agreed to that outrageous request to find a Daoist partner.]

[I thought she was after me, but I never expected this despicable woman to have her eye on Qingyu!]

Alas, it's too late for Bufan to regret it.

But fortunes change every thirty years...

Leaving aside that black-haired loser over there, you and Ling Shuanghua arrived at the palace without any hindrance.

[What came into view was an extremely spacious circular arena, made entirely of a similar material to the main hall—black stone—covered with sword marks of varying depths.]

The arena was surrounded by eight black iron pillars, without any railings or steps. Runes flowed on the pillars, subtly suppressing the spiritual energy emanating from the cultivators battling on the arena.

Beautiful women are eye-catching enough, let alone two appearing together.

One was aloof and cold, like the moon shining on snow; the other's eyes were gentle and tender, like a spring stream reflecting flowers.

Whispers broke out all around, and even the referee holding the sword at the edge of the ring glanced at them a couple more times.

"Junior Sister Ling, you've come too."

Your ears twitched slightly; you caught the scent of the villain again.

Sure enough, a man dressed in a dark silver brocade robe slowly emerged from the shadows beside the hall.

He's quite handsome.

The newcomer had a smile playing on his lips, his face as gentle and refined as jade; anyone who saw him would have to exclaim, "What a handsome and elegant man!"

"Senior Brother Wang."

Ling Shuanghua merely nodded slightly, showing no interest in engaging in conversation.

[Surname Wang? You already have a guess in your mind.]

"This must be Junior Sister Lin, who just joined the sect a year ago?"

The man wasn't annoyed; he simply turned his gaze to you, his smile unchanged.

"Uncle-Master."

You simply nodded, without addressing him as "senior brother."

[After all, the young protagonist is staring at us with eyes blazing with anger; we can't let him find any fault with us, or we'll be in big trouble tonight.]

Your back is still hurting~

It seems your guess was correct; this person must be Wang Hao's brother.

But according to Murphy's Law, what you fear most is what will happen.

"Junior sister, would you like to become my Daoist partner?"

You simply can't believe your ears.

[If we really have to rank them, you should be the one his younger brother, Wang Hao, has his eye on. What happened to the image of a gentle and refined gentleman?]

[Does it have special attributes?]

【"roll!"】

Before you could even speak, Ling Shuanghua interrupted.

Sword cultivators generally have bad tempers.

The next moment, a giant sword flew through the air and smashed into the center of the three of you.

Lin Bufan, sitting in the audience, sneered, showing no fear of the Foundation Establishment cultivator's imposing manner, and immediately launched into a tirade of curses:

"What a shameless disciple!"

The sound was so loud that it silenced the entire Sword Fighting Hall for a moment.

The whispers and snickers around them gradually heightened the tension between the two.

You know, the time has come to erect a monument to chastity.

He gently tugged at Ling Shuanghua, who was blocking his way, and stepped forward amidst her questioning gaze.

[You first smiled sweetly at Lin Bufan, then instantly changed your expression, staring seriously at the Wang surname cultivator in front of you.]

"My esteemed senior uncle, although I, Lin Qingyu, am not some favored daughter of heaven, I still understand the four words 'propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame.'"

"The impact of your words far surpasses that of Lin Bufan," the cultivator surnamed Wang's expression immediately changed, his face gradually darkening as the pressure of a Foundation Establishment cultivator swept over him.

【"snort!"】

Ling Shuanghua snorted coldly, her aura erupting as she firmly protected you.

You secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

[You damn bastard, I'll remember you!]

Composing yourself, you continued:

"As a swordsman, my life will be like the sword in my hand, unyielding and unbreakable."

Your voice is clear and crisp, yet every word is sharp and resolute, striking with unwavering conviction.

[He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over Lin Bufan, a fleeting soft light flashing in his eyes, before being replaced by a resolute expression:]

"Now that I have become Brother Lin's Daoist partner, I will never regret it, even unto death!"

[End of speech.]

The entire room was stunned; a pin drop could be heard.

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