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

As the three figures finally climbed the cliff and were about to breathe a sigh of relief, their gazes were simultaneously drawn to the three silvery fruits shimmering on the edge of the cliff.

"The Spirit-Nourishing Fruit!?"

The round-faced woman covered her red lips with her small hand, exclaimed in surprise, her eyes filled with disbelief.

The three looked at each other, and seeing that the fruit had not disappeared as an illusion, but was still lying quietly in the same place, they suppressed their excitement and slowly approached step by step.

From the shadows, Lin Qingyu observed all the three men's subtle movements.

The round-faced woman twitched her fingertips slightly, releasing a faint magical fluctuation, clearly signaling Wang Hao's arrival in this way.

The tall, thin man walked at the very back, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings, extremely vigilant.

Only the God of War who committed suicide made no unnecessary movements, as if his eyes were only on the three spiritual fruits.

Looking at it this way, the one who seems most out of place is actually the God of War who committed suicide.

It's human nature to be greedy for treasures, but this kind of selfless dedication and flawless performance, judging by Lin Qingyu's current acting master level, actually seems deliberate and overly performative.

Lin Qingyu's formidable strength gave her great patience as she waited for things to unfold. She had a strong premonition that she might stumble upon a shocking revelation today.

But what happened next is unnecessary to elaborate on. The round-faced woman revealed her true colors as a manipulative woman in just a few words, subtly sowing discord and successfully pushing the self-destructive war god and the cautious, tall, thin man to opposite sides.

Although the tall, thin man was meticulous, he ultimately could not suppress his greed in the face of such a treasure.

After all, once you obtain the Spirit Nourishing Fruit, you've already passed most of the Divine Trial in the Foundation Establishment Three Trials, which is incredibly tempting for Qi Refining cultivators.

As expected, the two disagreed and immediately started fighting. In an instant, spiritual energy surged and sword energy crisscrossed, creating quite a lively scene.

The round-faced woman quietly retreated to a distance, her fingers forming hand seals, and subtle signals were continuously transmitted outwards.

After a long time, when both of them were nearly exhausted and at a stalemate, a crisp and loud applause suddenly rang out from the distant dense forest.

Wang Hao, accompanied by three cultivators at the late stage of Qi Refining, entered the arena with unhurried steps.

He stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile of confidence playing on his lips. His composed and self-assured demeanor gave him the air of a villain behind the scenes.

"Junior sister, run!"

The God of War, who had committed suicide, suddenly narrowed his eyes and shouted at the slender figure in the distance. His voice was full of determination and tragedy, as if he was going to sacrifice himself for love.

But the round-faced woman did not turn around and run away as he wished.

She simply lowered her eyes slightly, concealing the fleeting hatred in them, and then strode straight toward Wang Hao.

"Brother Hao, you're here."

When she came to Wang Hao's side, the round-faced woman smiled sweetly, her demeanor extremely docile and obedient.

"Haha, you've worked hard. I'll definitely reward you properly tonight."

Wang Hao stepped forward, pulled the woman into his arms, and then whispered a few words in her ear with a wicked grin.

Upon hearing this, the round-faced woman's pretty face instantly flushed red. She raised her small fist and gently punched his chest, creating a rather ambiguous atmosphere.

The God of War, who had committed suicide, stood frozen in place, his low shout abruptly cut off, as if someone had grabbed his throat.

He stared intently at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, his resolute gaze shattering into an indescribable bewilderment and heartbreak.

"No!!!"

The God of Pure Love fell to the ground once again.

Some people are still grieving over lost love, while others just want to live.

The tall, thin man was quietly retreating towards the edge of the crowd...

"Kill them all."

Wang Hao glanced at the two men with a disdainful look, then gave an order to the three figures behind him.

"good!"

The three late-stage Qi Refining cultivators exchanged glances, a ruthless glint in their eyes.

The next second, they suddenly launched an attack without warning, three long swords carrying a chilling killing intent, piercing towards the two people in front of them without hesitation.

"Pfft!!!"

The dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh was exceptionally clear on the silent cliff edge.

As expected, three peak Qi Refining cultivators joined forces to ambush two unsuspecting mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators, and the stench of blood instantly filled the air.

"You...you guys..."

Wang Hao turned around with difficulty to look at the three of them, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He couldn't understand why the helper he had hired at great expense would suddenly turn on his own people.

"Heh~"

The man in the lead, whose face bore thin sword scars, chuckled, raised his hand, and pinched Wang Hao's chin, forcing him to look up.

"You idiot, you still don't know? Your trusted brother, Wang Li, has already been confirmed dead by the sect. You've lost your backing, yet you still dare to ask us for help all by yourself?"

"I...cough cough, I still need to inherit the position of clan leader, and I still need to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, how can I be here..."

Dark red blood kept spilling from Wang Hao's mouth, and his voice grew weaker and weaker as he breathed his last, eventually turning into a sob of resentment.

It's truly tragic and lamentable that this hardworking minor villain met such a regrettable end...

The round-faced woman was also barely breathing, but her eyes showed no fear or sorrow for death; instead, they burned with an almost insane pleasure.

She gazed silently into the void, and with her last ounce of strength whispered:

"Father, Mother...daughter...daughter has avenged you..."

Good guy!

Hiding in the shadows, Lin Qingyu exclaimed inwardly, "Wow!" But at the same time, she gained a clearer understanding of this world.

The world of cultivation has never been just about the high spirits of geniuses and the strategic planning of the strong.

More often than not, it is these "little people" who are regarded as ants who struggle with blood and life to prove that their existence is not worthless.

This also made Lin Qingyu secretly remind herself never to underestimate any "little person". Their methods may not be sophisticated, but they can show resilience and determination that are second to none at critical moments.

"No!!!"

The voice of the God of War, who had committed suicide, rang out again, seemingly even more sorrowful than before.

He lunged at the gradually cooling body, but before he could even touch her clothes, a cold longsword swiftly pierced his throat.

Lin Qingyu's divine sense enveloped the entire battlefield from beginning to end, keeping a firm grasp on every movement.

After watching the other party completely disappear and confirming that there was no hope of survival, a faint hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes.

Did I really guess wrong?

However, Lin Qingyu was still in no hurry to make her appearance. After all, with her current strength, even if these Qi Refining cultivators could fly to the heavens and dive into the earth, they would definitely not be able to escape her grasp.

Besides, it wouldn't hurt to lose just a few Spirit-Nourishing Fruits.

Silently watching as the three late-stage Qi Refining cultivators collected their spoils and then chased after the tall, thin man in the direction he had fled, leaving behind only a scene of devastation and three gradually cooling corpses...

About an hour later, just as Lin Qingyu was about to burn the three corpses, one of the corpses moved.

No! To be precise, it was his heart that moved.

"Pfft~"

The next moment, a grating thud suddenly ripped through the deathly silence of the forest.

A long, thin, twisted arm, as black as ink, burst out of the corpse's heart!

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