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

The two women stood frozen in place, as if under a spell, not daring to move an inch.

Even though the temperature around them was slowly rising, they felt a bone-chilling cold spread through their limbs and bones.

Although the two could not see through the girl's true cultivation level, such a terrifying level of magic was definitely not something a Foundation Establishment cultivator could perform; they had only seen it on one other person in their entire lives.

That was their master, a powerful Golden Core cultivator who commanded respect throughout the region!

Lin Qingyu walked barefoot on the fire net woven from endless flames, leisurely strolling to the top of the two women's heads.

This is precisely the Golden Core stage technique—Flowing Fire Weaving Life.

To unleash such a powerful attack consumed nearly one-tenth of her spiritual energy reserves. Of course, this also meant that Lin Qingyu's fundamental abilities far surpassed those of ordinary cultivators; otherwise, the consumption would certainly have been much greater.

Her grand display was not intended to intimidate two ants, nor was it simply a display of skill.

Rather, it was to hone one's skills and gain insight into the mysteries of this art.

Lin Qingyu's gaze swept over the two women below, finally landing on the blood-stained figure at the other end of the chains, looking utterly miserable.

Tsk~ What a waste.

She silently complained to herself, then raised her chin at the well-dressed girl who had become obedient.

"Bring it over."

Following Lin Qingyu's gaze, a hint of heartache flashed in the girl's eyes.

But when she glanced at the sea of ​​fire that stretched like a vast ocean out of the corner of her eye, she gritted her teeth and obediently led the red-clad ghost forward.

"Are you willing to acknowledge me as your master?"

Lin Qingyu flashed and arrived in front of the ghost, just like before, only her tone was much gentler.

"roar!!!"

The ghost was delirious and roared at the person in front of it.

"Sizzle~"

Without any warning, a violent and incomparable bolt of lightning leaped from Lin Qingyu's fingertips, like a ferocious lightning serpent, and struck down without warning.

"roar!!!"

"ah!!!"

Two screams rang out at the same time.

Uh... it turns out that the elegantly dressed girl was still holding the chain and was accidentally injured.

A fleeting sense of apology crossed Lin Qingyu's mind. She thought she would give them a swift and decisive response later, which would serve as her apology.

"Are you willing to acknowledge me as your master?"

Lin Qingyu slowly walked up to the charred ghost that had been struck by lightning, looked down at her from above, and spoke in the same tone.

"roar..."

The ghost had clear eyes and bowed to the person in front of it.

Even with Lin Qingyu's current strength, the Lightning Finger technique she used, even without using her full power, was far superior to the Azure Lightning Seal that Han Xuan had used back then.

One lesson is enough to teach the little devil a lesson he will never forget.

Seeing the ghost obediently offer its soul imprint, Lin Qingyu nodded in satisfaction. After easily refining the soul imprint, that familiar voice rang in her mind.

"Master...Master~"

A weak and helpless divine thought resounded in a corner of Lin Qingyu's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Okay, from now on your name will be Youyi."

"Yes, Master."

After recognizing its master, the ghost clearly regained most of its clarity and obediently stood behind Lin Qingyu.

She then turned her gaze to the two trembling women. The girl in the fine clothes was still emitting black smoke from her head and was leaning against the woman in blue with a dazed look in her eyes.

"Tell me, what's going on here?"

Upon hearing that cold voice, the woman in blue trembled involuntarily, but a hint of hesitation appeared on her face.

The next moment, the fire net suddenly began to close in.

"I beg you! Spare me, senior!"

The woman in blue felt a burning pain in her skin from the terrifyingly high temperature so close at hand, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped her.

She no longer cared about sect secrets and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"This place...this place is called the Burial Abyss of Saints. It is said that tens of thousands of years ago, a saint died unjustly here. His resentment after death lingered for a long time, which is why this extremely yin place was formed."

She swallowed hard, looking into Lin Qingyu's calm eyes, her voice trembling even more violently.

Having no other choice, he gritted his teeth and revealed the sect's most shameful secrets:

"But it's impossible to raise so many souls just by relying on those who accidentally died here. Most of the souls in this fog are... are cultivators and mortals that our sect specially brought people here to kill."

After speaking, the woman in blue glanced at the girl cautiously, afraid that the girl might kill her at any moment if she was displeased.

Lin Qingyu was not surprised by this.

The law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is the most naked and real law in this cultivation world.

In the eyes of those high and mighty cultivators, mortals are nothing but grass and ants; and in the eyes of even more powerful beings, even those cultivators who consider themselves extraordinary are nothing more than slightly stronger reptiles.

"That's all?"

Lin Qingyu stared at her with a deep, unreadable expression.

The woman in blue swallowed instinctively and responded in a trembling voice.

"Heh~"

Lin Qingyu chuckled lightly, and with a flick of her finger, a sword beam shot out.

"ah!!!"

The woman in blue screamed as her arm snapped off at the root, and a compass gleaming with an eerie light slowly rolled down in front of her.

Lin Qingyu ignored the other party's resentful gaze, took the compass in her hand, examined it carefully, and said casually:

"I don't know whether to call you brave or stupid, daring to play such a petty trick in front of me."

"Master...Master~"

Just then, a timid voice came from behind.

Lin Qingyu glanced at her indifferently, and Youyi immediately lowered her head and stood properly.

"explain."

"This compass should be the key to controlling the entrance to the secret realm."

Youyi stared at the compass intently once more before replying with certainty.

"Oh?"

Lin Qingyu's gaze swept lightly over the woman in blue, but she keenly noticed that although the woman was trying her best to remain calm, her other hand, hidden in her sleeve, still trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"How did you find out?"

Upon hearing the girl's question, Youyi's previously numb face revealed an indescribable pain and sorrow.

"The clothes my son wore when he came home that day were slightly different from those two people's outfits, but the style and material were very similar..."

Previously, she was in a state of mental confusion, blinded by resentment, and unable to notice these details at all.

But now that her senses have returned, and she has connected the various tragedies of the past with the clues before her, what else is there that she can't understand?

It turned out to be the case.

Lin Qingyu understood.

No wonder Youyi was able to escape this calamity and meet you in the simulation in the future; it turns out you are from the same sect.

Just as she was about to ask another question.

A powerful aura swept in from afar, accompanied by a furious roar that echoed throughout the entire mountain forest:

"I was truly ashamed to announce the arrival of a fellow Daoist. I have failed to greet you properly!"

The last four characters were pronounced one at a time.

The immense spiritual power had arrived in the sky, tearing a huge rift in the dense ghostly mist.

Lin Qingyu raised her head with a cold expression, gazing at the figure shrouded in black mist beyond the ghostly fog.

"boom!"

Two invisible energies collided violently in the void, creating a visible ripple.

The girl in the mist remained unmoved, while the figure outside the mist was pushed back dozens of feet by the force before finally regaining his footing.

Before they even exchanged blows, the difference in skill was already obvious!

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(Um, I wanted to correct a typo in the previous text today, but I couldn't log in. Then I found out about some kind of dynamic notification. I asked customer service and they said it's normal and I don't need to worry about it.)

(However... I think it would be better to add those bookshelves that aren't yet... After all, even if they are, I will still update on time so as not to delay everyone's reading.)