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

"Boom!"

Just as Lin Qingyu was about to have Xiao Hei follow the scent to find the person, the entire secret realm seemed to tremble violently.

The once clear sky was suddenly torn apart, and emerald green light poured down like a tsunami, as if the entire sky had turned into a piece of beautiful emerald green jade.

"That is..."

Lin Qingyu suddenly raised her head, her clear, cold eyes reflecting the terrifying strange phenomenon in the sky.

Amidst the churning sea of ​​clouds, the phantom of an ancient and enormous bronze alchemy furnace slowly emerged, its surface inscribed with countless intricate and obscure divine runes.

Below it, a mountain peak that pierces the clouds suddenly rises abruptly from the ground.

"Clang!"

A clear, metallic sound emanated from the bronze alchemy furnace, resounding throughout every corner of the secret realm.

Immediately afterwards, countless streams of light poured down from the giant cauldron, falling into all directions of the secret realm, and finally landing precisely in the hands of some cultivators within the secret realm.

"A once-in-a-millennium lineage of alchemy has emerged."

"My God, this is a legendary stroke of luck!"

"Ancient heritage, everyone, let's go!"

In an instant, the entire secret realm was in an uproar, with countless cultivators rushing towards the divine mountain beneath the giant cauldron, disregarding everything else.

The cultivation world is strange; there are always some all-knowing passersby who know ancient secrets that even powerful beings don't. At least, Lingxiu Tianjun never mentioned this inheritance to Lin Qingyu.

But now is clearly not the time to bring this up, because... Lin Qingyu has not received the token.

What does that mean?

Three people within her spiritual sense range had obtained the tokens and were whispering to each other, explaining the situation to the person beside her. The gist of it was:

Those with poor alchemy talent will not be granted a trial token.

Very well, a mere declining heritage has actually resorted to discrimination.

"Hehe~"

The girl in white suddenly chuckled softly.

"Meow~ Master, are you alright?"

The little black dog on the shoulder looked at its owner, who was smiling broadly, and instinctively felt a chill. It carefully rubbed its fluffy head against Lin Qingyu's cheek.

"I'm fine, but I don't know about others."

Lin Qingyu rubbed Xiao Hei's head, then looked at the sacred mountain that suddenly appeared at the end of her vision, reaching straight into the clouds, her narrow eyes slightly narrowed.

You think I have no talent for alchemy?

"Little Black, go find a place to hide."

"Okay, meow~"

Xiao Hei jumped off the shoulder decisively, turning into a blur and running away.

A cat's survival instincts tell it that it's best to stay away from its owner at this time to avoid harming innocent cats.

"boom!"

The ground suddenly exploded in the next instant.

A streak of crimson light shot up from the ground, heading straight for the majestic divine mountain at a terrifying speed far exceeding the limits of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

In mid-air, Lin Qingyu's face rapidly changed, transforming in the blink of an eye into an ordinary-looking young man. Her striking white clothes also faded away, transforming into a simple gray long robe.

In the blink of an eye, he was like a completely different person.

...

The vast majority of cultivators had given up on competing for the Soul Burial Grass and were rushing towards the sacred mountain like moths to a flame.

As for not having a token?

Is inheritance something so inconvenient?

When the time comes, you will naturally encounter kind-hearted fellow practitioners, and you can borrow their knowledge.

But just as everyone was about to approach the sacred mountain, a powerful pressure suddenly descended.

"Bang bang bang..."

In mid-air, countless streams of light fell like dumplings being dropped into a pot, crashing heavily to the ground, creating a spectacular scene.

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

"What's going on?!"

"Such terrifying pressure! I can't even fly anymore!"

Not only were they unable to take off, but everyone also felt as if a tremendous force was pressing down on their shoulders, making even taking a single step extremely difficult.

Despite his doubts and uncertainty, he saw that some cultivators ahead were already braving the oppressive aura and heading towards the sacred mountain again.

No one dared to linger any longer; they could only grit their teeth and slowly follow, like ordinary people.

When this group of disheveled cultivators finally arrived at the foot of the sacred mountain, panting heavily, they all stopped in their tracks.

Before the towering stone steps that seemed to reach into the clouds, stood a man dressed in a simple long robe. His back was to the crowd, his hands casually clasped behind his back, as he looked up at the mountain peak.

Despite his arrogant demeanor, no one dared to utter a sound to disturb him, because he was emanating a terrifying aura of a Golden Core cultivator.

Under this oppressive aura, a deep sense of doubt arose in everyone's hearts:

Aren't there array formations at the entrance to that secret realm? How could a Golden Core cultivator have infiltrated?

"Senior~"

After a brief silence, Ye Jinghong, dressed in a red dress, was the first to break the silence in the crowd.

She stepped forward and gracefully curtsied.

"Senior, have you come here intending to enter the secret realm?"

Her question was very tactful, showing respect to the powerful while cleverly probing their purpose.

Once Ye Jinghong confirms that this Golden Core cultivator also wants to compete for the inheritance, she will immediately choose to give up, after all, nothing is more important than her own life.

"No."

The young man slowly turned around, revealing his unremarkable appearance to everyone.

"Ah~"

Ye Jinghong, who was closest, couldn't help but let out a soft gasp and staggered back a step. She subconsciously bit her red lips, and a layer of shimmering mist involuntarily welled up in her eyes, her legs even feeling slightly weak.

"Hiss~"

Such a stunningly beautiful face not only captivated most of the female cultivators at first sight, but also brought a great sense of relief to the male cultivators.

The saying goes that one's appearance reflects one's heart; someone who looks this good can't be all that bad.

The young man smiled gently, making everyone feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

"There is no need to be afraid. I am a spirit who guards the sacred mountain, not a living person."

Upon hearing this, everyone was startled and quickly extended their divine senses, only to discover that the other party truly had no physical form.

Those seemingly vibrant bodies, in their divine senses, appeared as illusory and ethereal as a mirage, devoid of any trace of flesh or blood.

"Since you are all destined individuals who have received the tokens, I will guide you, but..."

At this point, the young man paused, and slowly began to speak under the tense gazes of the crowd:

"Entering the Divine Mountain requires the Soul-Burial Grass as a catalyst to dispel the resentment of the ancient alchemy sect predecessors. I wonder if any of you are prepared?"

"My lord, how much Soul-Burial Grass do you require?"

Some people looked nervous.

"There is no fixed number. But theoretically, the more the better."

The young man feigned hesitation and pondered for a moment, then stated with unwavering certainty:

"The more Soul-Burialing Grass you have, the less the resentment will erode your souls, and the easier it will be to obtain the inheritance."

These words immediately caused an uproar at the foot of the mountain.

"Yes, yes, Your Excellency! I have ten here!"

"My lord, I have twenty plants here, all freshly picked!"

In an instant, everyone rushed to take out their Soul Burial Grass.

Seeing everyone completely lower their guard, Lin Qingyu's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible hint of mockery...

...