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

Three years later.

On this day, the Sword Fighting Peak Square, which was not usually frequented by disciples, was suddenly bustling with unprecedented noise.

Among the new disciples from four years ago, some have already begun to show their talent.

After all, not all disciples start their training from scratch. Some are exceptionally talented or possess special physiques and naturally surpass others.

It was at this point that the gap began to widen little by little.

Until those once proud and arrogant ordinary cultivators finally recognized reality and acknowledged their ordinariness.

She also realized that she was not really the "protagonist".

They would silently lower their heads, willingly becoming the most inconspicuous brick in the sect or family, and in the daily compromises, they would eventually become the very thing they hated most when they were young.

But right now, these newly recruited disciples are at the age when they are most ignorant of their own limitations. They are all full of vigor and high spirits, as if they can cut down everything in the world with their long swords.

Among these disciples, a handsome young man stood out the most.

Listening to the gasps and discussions around him, as well as the occasional respectful glances, one could tell that this boy was no ordinary person!

The young man was none other than Lin Bufan. Half a year ago, he became famous for defeating a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator with only the sixth level of Qi Refining cultivation, achieving a three-game winning streak.

From then on, he became famous on Doujian Peak and was regarded as a role model by new disciples who joined the sect in recent years.

In a sense, Fighting Sword Peak is the purest peak within the sect.

Here, might makes right; disciples only recognize combat strength, and elders only look at the level of swordsmanship.

Of course, exceptionally talented disciples wouldn't be considered for the elders to take on as apprentices...

Lin Bufan, standing in the corner of the square, appeared to be lost in thought, with his hands behind his back, perfectly embodying the lonely demeanor of a peerless master.

But in reality, his seemingly unfocused gaze was subtly scanning every face in the square.

His performance six months ago was nothing to him.

In Lin Bufan's heart, only Senior Sister Lin Qingyu, who entered the sect with him and was hailed by the outside world as a peerless genius comparable to True Person Powang, was a true opponent worthy of his attention!

Three years have passed. I wonder what stage her cultivation has reached? Has she already broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage...?

Just as Lin Bufan was searching through the crowd with a lot of speculation, a series of uniform gasps suddenly erupted from a corner at the edge of the square.

The originally crowded people automatically and uniformly dispersed from the middle to both sides, creating a wide road.

Under the gaze of countless awe and amazement, a figure dressed in spotless white robes walked slowly and calmly.

The girl was tall and straight, with a cool and aloof expression. She didn't exude any spiritual energy, yet she possessed an indifferent aura that surpassed everyone else in the room.

She entered casually, yet the disciples around her, who had been engaged in lively discussions, instinctively held their breath.

The reason is simple: the overwhelming victory at the Sword Peak Competition three years ago is still vivid in my mind.

On the high platform in the square, the elder, whose expression had been serious, now smiled and spoke in a gentle tone:

"It's Junior Nephew Qingyu! Come here quickly, Uncle!"

"Hiss~"

The cool air in the square was sucked away, and everyone felt a dull ache in their hearts.

What happened to the promise of no discrimination?

You, a Golden Core cultivator, actually have a Qi Refining cultivator call you Martial Uncle? Have you no shame?

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingyu bowed slightly towards the high platform.

"Thank you, Uncle-Master. I am deeply grateful."

He thanked them, but remained standing still, a gesture that drew admiration from the disciples.

"As expected of Senior Sister Lin, she remains so calm even when facing a Golden Core cultivator."

"That's right, and he doesn't show the slightest arrogance, which suits me very well."

"I heard that Senior Sister is currently ranked seventh on the list of the top ten fairies of the Sword Sect. They say it's because her cultivation level is not high enough. Let's hurry up and vote for her."

"Aba aba..."

Listening to the discussions in the square and the girl's posture, the Golden Core Elder was slightly taken aback at first, then chuckled and shook his head.

"That's enough."

Geniuses always have their own pride.

Lin Qingyu's composure was now truly extraordinary; she remained completely unfazed even in the face of such lavish praise. However, the slightest hint of a smile at the corner of her lips betrayed her true feelings.

"Teacher, teacher, has she broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage?"

"Don't worry, absolutely not!"

"Then I'm relieved..."

...

Half a day later, the flying boat landed in the familiar canyon valley. The purpose of this trip was to visit the Qingfeng Valley Secret Realm.

Given Lin Qingyu's current cultivation level, the opportunities that these Qi Refining stage disciples see are naturally of no value to her.

What she truly longed for was the ancient stone tablet deep within the secret realm that had once helped her unlock the door to the way of the sword.

Now her swordsmanship has stagnated again. Even with the guidance of the great swordsman Liu Guanzhi, she still can't reach the threshold of the third realm of swordsmanship, "Sword Momentum Formation Domain".

This made her, who hadn't originally planned to come, decide to try her luck here.

There was none of the scene Lin Qingyu had imagined—the exclamation of a senior master upon seeing something amazing, and the casual bestowal of a peerless martial art.

The old man's eyes remained calm and unwavering, never lingering on his disciple.

Clearly, in the eyes of Nascent Soul cultivators, this sword prodigy at the peak of Qi Refining was far from worthy of their attention.

Only when the last disciple's figure completely disappeared into the depths of the passage did the gray-robed old man, who had remained calm and composed, finally unable to suppress the doubts in his heart.

"This woman seems to be the disciple that Lord Lingxiu mentioned. Fortunately, I didn't get carried away just now. But how come her cultivation is only at the peak of Qi Refining..."

...

The moment Lin Qingyu stepped into the secret realm, she glanced around and accurately pinpointed her location.

Then, with a light tap of his toes, he instantly transformed into a blur.

It rampaged through the secret realm at an extremely terrifying speed, and several monsters that couldn't dodge it in time were smashed into clouds of blood mist.

As she passed a steep cliff, her immense divine sense swept across the area with ease, effortlessly pinpointing the location of the Spirit-Nourishing Fruit.

"Whoosh!"

A streak of crimson light flashed back and forth between the cliff face.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Qingyu was standing on the edge of the cliff again. She opened her palm, and three translucent fruits, shimmering with a bluish-silver light, lay quietly inside.

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly heard a murmur of conversation.

Lin Qingyu tilted her head slightly and saw three familiar figures climbing up the cliff below.

Eh?

Isn't this a dream about the Slayer, the Actress, and the God of War who committed suicide?

She couldn't help but recall the scene of his decisive suicide, and a sense of absurdity rose in her heart for no reason.

Then, as if she had thought of something, Lin Qingyu's lips curled into a smile, and her figure slowly dissipated.

However, three crystal-clear fruits were accidentally left on the ground...

...