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

"Buzz~!"

Before she finished speaking, an extremely terrifying sword intent suddenly erupted from Lin Qingyu's body without warning.

The tree trunk, which would take several people to encircle, was instantly shredded into dust by an invisible sharpness, and the violent sword energy slammed into the black-robed man's chest.

Before the other party could even scream, he was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into and breaking dozens of towering trees.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, half of the black-robed man's body was embedded in the rock wall, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His protective black mist, which he was so proud of, was instantly shattered before it could even last a moment.

"cough……"

The man in black robes struggled to raise his head, his eyes filled with the terror of surviving a near-death experience.

Fortunately, he didn't overestimate himself this time and wore a level three inner armor underneath; otherwise, he would already be a corpse after that attack.

"you…"

The man in black robes clutched his chest, his eyes filled with horror and fear.

The seemingly delicate beauty in front of me was surprisingly decisive. This was no "little cake" at all; she was clearly a ferocious beast in sheep's clothing!

"Whoosh~"

Another crimson sword beam pierced through the air. Ignoring the excruciating pain within his body, the man in black bit his tongue hard, and a stream of crimson light enveloped him as he sped away into the distance.

Lin Qingyu stood still, watching the fleeing plume of black smoke, her expression unchanged.

She slowly sheathed her blood-red longsword, then lightly tapped her foot, her figure vanishing from the spot like a ghost.

Hearing the howling wind in his ears, Xiao Hei silently gripped the fox fur at his feet, not daring to utter a sound.

It knew its owner was angry because she hated it when people said those kinds of things to her...

"Boom boom boom!"

Deep in the dense forest, muffled explosions rang out one after another.

The man in black robes desperately tried to circulate his vital essence, his face growing paler and paler, but he still couldn't shake off the figure in white.

However, the sharp sword light that occasionally slashed from behind kept him on edge.

Damn it! I should have known better than to be so cheeky and talk back!

He has a bad habit: regardless of whether he can win or not, he always likes to mock others first. Who knew that he would run into a brick wall as soon as he entered the secret realm.

Damn Wuxiang Tower, what kind of ranking list would they make? This terrifying female cultivator is only ranked seventh?

Lin Qingyu followed behind the man in black robes at a leisurely pace, occasionally slashing out with her sword, leaving a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain on the man's body.

Venting anger is secondary.

Most importantly, such a commotion will naturally attract a lot of rats, which can then be dealt with at the same time.

This secret realm is extremely unique; its terrain undergoes a dramatic change every hundred years, and there is no accurate map. Therefore, luck sometimes plays a significant role in the outcome of competitions within this realm.

But the thing Lin Qingyu believes in the least about getting to where she is today is luck.

Since we can't control the variables, let others get involved.

Her actions were designed to expose herself to everyone's scrutiny, making her the most conspicuous "bait."

A moment later, Lin Qingyu, who was having a great time, suddenly raised an eyebrow and the sword energy she had been casually swinging suddenly intensified.

"boom--!"

A particularly dull thud rang out.

The man in black robes let out a shrill scream as he was thrown back by the violent sword energy and crashed heavily onto the open ground in front of him. His back was a bloody mess, and he was completely unable to move.

Not far from him, a group of scantily clad female cultivators stood frozen in place, led by the stunning Saintess in a red dress.

She first glanced at the bloodied and mangled black-robed man on the ground, then looked up at the white-clad girl not far away, who exuded murderous intent.

"Hehehe..."

The woman's charming smile froze instantly. She chuckled dryly a few times and wisely took a half step back.

"Fairy Lu Yue, we are just passing by. Please continue."

That's right~

Lin Qingyu felt extremely pleased; this was exactly the effect she wanted.

Without even lifting a finger, the mere reputation of "Slaying Moon Fairy" is enough to subdue the enemy without a fight.

However, she also knew that this path of using power to oppress others was only the beginning.

"Yes, one Soul-Burial Grass equals one life."

After all, Lin Qingyu was never a bloodthirsty person. As long as they were paid enough to buy their lives, she wouldn't mind letting them go.

"this..."

The Holy Maiden Jinghong looked troubled.

"Um?"

"No, no, no!"

Hearing the clang of swords echoing from not far away, she quickly explained:

"Fairy Lu Yue, please calm your anger! We sisters have only been in the secret realm for half an hour; we simply haven't found that many Soul Burial Grasses!"

"Bring me the storage bag!"

Lin Qingyu reached out her hand.

Just then, a short-haired female cultivator couldn't hold back any longer.

She took a sudden step forward, glared at Lin Qingyu with resentment, and gritted her teeth, saying:

"Your Highness, she's gone too far! There are so many of us, what are we afraid of..."

"Snapped!"

Before the female cultivator could finish speaking, she was slapped from a distance and sent flying. Several white teeth mixed with blood drew a perfect arc in mid-air.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground and passed out.

Lin Qingyu slowly withdrew her hand and looked at the woman in red again.

The woman in red's expression changed, and she quickly raised her hand and waved it, sending her and her storage bag floating towards the girl in white.

Lin Qingyu probed into them with her divine sense and began to count them one by one.

After a moment, her movements paused slightly.

Inside one of the storage bags, there were more than a dozen brand-new pieces of clothing neatly folded.

Light gauze skirts, belted robes... each piece is brightly colored, tailored to fit the body, and exudes the unique charm of the Hehuan Sect.

Has the Hehuan Sect released a new model? How come she's never seen such high-end goods before?

Lin Qingyu casually tossed it into her system space; she had to intercept it and give it a good critique.

After taking out all seven or eight Soul Burial Grasses, Lin Qingyu looked at the woman in red again.

"Don't you have any cultivation techniques for the Golden Core stage?"

"The cultivation techniques of the Golden Core stage of each sect cannot be taken out of the sect, and even if they were, they could not be passed on; one would be instantly killed by the backlash of the restrictions."

The Saintess Jinghong paused for a moment, then explained:

"And the Moon-Slaying Fairy..."

She gave a fawning smile.

"The cultivation techniques of our Hehuan Sect are definitely not suitable for a pure and virtuous fairy like you."

"I was just asking casually, you don't need to explain so much."

Lin Qingyu remained indifferent, casually pushing the storage bag in front of her back, her tone flat and without a trace of emotion.

"Next time we meet, it'll be double the amount of Soul-Burialing Grass."

"Thank you so much, Fairy Sister... You are so magnanimous!"

The Holy Maiden Jinghong relapsed into her old habits. After being glanced at by Lin Qingyu, she immediately led a group of scantily clad female cultivators, dragged the unconscious short-haired woman from the ground, and quickly disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

Only after they had completely left the open space did a rather shrewd-looking female cultivator finally approach, her face full of confusion, and ask:

"Your Highness, why are you so afraid of that person?"

The woman in red rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"I told you to keep a closer eye on the outside intelligence, not just those few male cultivators in the sect. Do you know who that guy who just collapsed was?"

"Even if you're from the Extreme Path Sect, you shouldn't be allowed to..."

"He is the son of the sect leader of the Extreme Dao Sect, and ranks fifth on the list of prodigies."

The woman in red looked much more serious.

"Just how strong is that Moon-Slaying Fairy? She defeated him so easily..."

The woman in red murmured softly, sighed with lingering fear, and then habitually probed her storage bag with her divine sense.

The next second, a sorrowful cry echoed through the dense forest:

"Oh no! All my latest clothes, which cost me a fortune, are gone???"

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