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

"not good!"

Sensing a power completely different from before, the red-haired youth's expression changed drastically.

As he retreated rapidly, a dilapidated compass suddenly appeared in front of him. The compass spun wildly, emitting a fiery red light that tightly protected him within it.

"Clang!"

The crimson sword light slammed into the light barrier, unleashing a deafening clang of metal against metal.

The fiery red light curtain flickered violently, its surface rippling, and it stubbornly withstood the terrifying sword light.

The red-haired youth was shaken by the terrifying aftershock, his blood surging and he staggered back several steps, the hard black stone ground beneath his feet shattering inch by inch.

Upon seeing this, Lin Qingyu's gaze fell upon the broken compass, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

Although she didn't use her full strength in this sword strike, she still exerted three-tenths of her power. Let alone someone who is only ninth on the list of geniuses, even the top three would be in danger of dying.

Although Lin Qingyu currently maintains the spiritual power cultivation of the late Foundation Establishment stage, she is essentially a Golden Core cultivator.

No matter how much it is suppressed, the depth of one's soul, the precise control of the timing of one's attack, and the degree of refinement of one's spiritual power are beyond what ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators can achieve.

This compass is definitely not simple.

"Phew~"

The red-haired youth exhaled a long breath of stale air, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and qi within his body.

The arrogance and conceit that had once filled his eyes had vanished, and he looked solemnly at the girl opposite him who still had a calm expression. He had begun to consider retreating.

"kill..."

"Tch~!"

Without any warning, a white phantom suddenly blurred before his eyes, followed by a piercing pain from his wrist.

He stiffly lowered his head, his pupils instantly shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

He saw that his wrist, which was holding the compass, had been cleanly severed at some point, the cut smooth as a mirror, and blood hadn't even had a chance to gush out.

"ah!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed across the square.

The red-haired youth's face was contorted in horror as he stared at the girl who had somehow appeared less than a foot away from him. At her feet lay a somewhat familiar severed hand.

"Senior brother!"

The expressions of several Yan Yang Sect disciples watching the battle from a distance changed.

What happened?!

Weren't they evenly matched just a moment ago? How did their hand get chopped off in the blink of an eye?

Lin Qingyu ignored the exclamations around her. She played with the compass in her hand, and when she probed it with her divine sense, it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without arousing any reaction.

Just as she was frowning in thought, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from above her head.

The woman in green, who was originally locked in a fierce battle with the Holy Maiden Jinghong, noticed the change on the ground and withdrew without hesitation. She turned her spear around and thrust it straight at the girl in white below with a sharp killing intent.

Lin Qingyu tilted her head slightly, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes.

It's so annoying, one after another.

She's not like Lin Bufan, the kind of person who's destined for greatness and reason.

Since these people are so eager to come and die, let's just kill them all. Maybe then we won't even need to enter this secret realm.

Anyway, Old Lady Lingxiu said that she should let go of her inhibitions and that she would take responsibility if anything went wrong.

Lin Qingyu raised her hand and shattered the spear's edge. She glanced around and spoke casually, but her words instantly made the faces of the geniuses present turn red.

"If there are any others who disagree, they may all come forward."

The girl stood quietly in place, her snow-white dress spotless, and the crimson longsword that gleamed with a cold light hung casually at her side, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

A gentle breeze swept by, causing the white cloak behind her to flutter slightly, adding a touch of solemnity to her appearance.

"Arrogant!"

"This woman is far too arrogant; I foresee that she will face great calamity today."

"Brothers, you go first, I'll cover the rear!"

"..."

After a brief silence, the square suddenly erupted in a burst of barely suppressed noise.

Lin Qingyu didn't care about this at all.

What is the number one fairy of the righteous path?

Not the weak, innocent girl who just hides in someone's arms and whines in the simulation, but someone who needs to become a person whose "sword shines across nineteen provinces".

Recalling the tasks issued by the system one after another, their ultimate goal is already obvious—to become a person who represents the righteous path.

Since she was paving the way for future unparalleled glory, Lin Qingyu could no longer keep her talents hidden.

There are quite a few people here today, making it a good time to make an example of them and show them a little bit of our strength, giving the local prodigies a small shock.

After all, while one should remain composed, when facing cultivators of the same level, one must still strike with full force.

The woman in green stared intently at the red-haired youth's bloodied severed wrist, her eyes bloodshot with rage.

"He's the future successor of the Crimson Sun Sect, how dare you!"

She turned her head sharply, glaring at Lin Qingyu, her voice shrill and piercing with extreme anger:

"How dare you? You shameless bastard..."

"Pfft~!"

Before the words were finished, a crisp sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out.

A scarlet sword aura appeared out of nowhere behind the woman in green, piercing through her back without warning and precisely penetrating her heart.

The woman in green swallowed the rest of her harsh words.

She stiffly lowered her head, staring blankly at the crimson sword tip that was slowly fading from her chest. Before she could even scream, the life in her eyes receded as quickly as the tide.

"Thump~"

The sound of the corpse falling to the ground was exceptionally clear in the square, and the originally noisy scene fell into dead silence for a moment.

Even the two Golden Core cultivators who were locked in a fierce battle high in the sky subconsciously stopped what they were doing.

The gray-robed elder was at the late Golden Core stage, while Gu Chengyi had only recently broken through to the mid-Golden Core stage. However, in terms of pure killing ability, the two were not even in the same league.

The old man was able to hold on just now entirely because of his extensive experience in combat.

"The Third Realm of Swordsmanship..."

The gray-robed old man stared intently at the white-clad girl below, his face grim as he forced out these words through clenched teeth.

He was not only shocked by the monstrous talent, but also because the woman in green who was killed was the eldest daughter of the Crimson Sun Sect Master and the older sister of the red-haired youth!

On the other side, Gu Chengyi's eyes suddenly shone with an unprecedented light.

For a long time, since he began cultivating Taoism, he had never felt pressured by his peers. Now it seems he has finally found a worthy opponent.

However, the matter did not end there.

"No!"

Seeing the white-clad girl gently raise her fingertips again, the gray-robed old man's expression changed drastically.

His spiritual energy surged wildly as he tried to stop Lin Qingyu, but a burst of sword light blocked his path.

"Pfft~!"

At the same time, the dull thud of a sharp blade slicing through flesh rang out again.

Without the slightest hesitation, another crimson sword aura swept across the void, directly severing the red-haired youth's head.

Blood gushed into the sky like a fountain, and the headless corpse collapsed.

But this is just the beginning.

The second, the third…

Accompanied by a chilling whooshing sound, countless translucent scarlet longswords slowly emerged, hovering around the white-clad girl, their tips occasionally pointing in all directions, completely enveloping the entire square in a suffocating atmosphere of death.

For a moment, the vast square fell silent, and no one dared to step forward and provoke its power in the slightest.

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