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

You concealed all your presence, like a stubborn rock hidden in the twilight forest.

The fog near the lake had thinned considerably, and several figures could be vaguely seen.

[Are there really magical artifacts?]

You feel like something's off, but you're also incredibly envious of these people's storage bags.

Even after multiple dual cultivation sessions with Lin Bufan using secret techniques, my spiritual root hasn't made any substantial breakthrough. Cultivation speed with a low-grade third-level spiritual root is too slow; you need a large amount of resources to advance.

[Thinking of that blood jade again, you decide to take the risk and try it; at worst, you'll give everyone an artifact for equality.]

Time passed slowly, until you were starting to feel drowsy.

【Clang!】

The silence was broken by the sound of a longsword being drawn.

"Senior Brother Feng has made his move!"

[Someone exclaimed in surprise, and then, as if receiving some kind of signal, the sound of swords ringing out one after another.]

[You looked up and saw a golden streak of light rushing towards the center of the lake, but instead of diving down to search for the magical artifact, it slashed downwards with its sword.]

A sharp golden sword aura instantly cleaved through the lake's surface, heading straight for the source of the spreading silver light.

What is he doing?

Just as everyone was still reeling from the shock and doubt, a chilling roar tore through the night sky.

【"roar!!!"】

[A monster!]

The next instant, a colossal shadow burst forth from the water, its blood-red eyes locking onto the figure in mid-air.

By the moonlight, everyone could clearly see the true form of the gigantic figure.

Its appearance resembles that of a crocodile, with silver bony armor covering its back, barbs growing horizontally along its thick tail, blood-red eyes, and a chilling, watery aura surrounding its body, with a silvery light flickering between its scales.

"A Foundation Establishment... Foundation Establishment demon beast, a silver-armored crocodile!"

The overwhelming aura of ferocity brought many people to their senses.

[This shows absolutely no sign of a spiritual artifact being born!]

"What's the panic? Form a sword formation!"

Feng Yuan descended and slowly landed on the lake surface. He wasn't a Foundation Establishment cultivator; he had only briefly suspended himself in mid-air using his spiritual energy.

But his sword can break through defenses!

Looking at the bright red stain on the crocodile's scales, Feng Yuan's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, not from fear, but from excitement.

[As expected of a Foundation Establishment level demon beast! His long-prepared attack only caused it minor injuries.]

But since we can break through their defenses, then we can fight! Awesome!

Upon hearing his words, the group, who were originally preparing to flee, inexplicably stopped in their tracks. Looking at the scene of sword intent soaring into the sky in the center of the lake, a surge of heat rushed to their heads.

"With Senior Brother Feng Yuan backing us up, what are we afraid of?"

"Yeah, let's do it!"

"Form ranks!"

The formation they spoke of was created by the first sect leader of the Heavenly Profound Sword Sect, and its name is very simple—"Sword Fortification".

[A formation can be formed by three or more cultivators practicing the "Mysterious Heaven Sword Scripture," with virtually no upper limit on the number of participants, allowing for the unlimited gathering of sword intent of the same origin.]

【wrong!】

As you gaze upon the monstrous beast that, though exuding murderous intent since its appearance, stood motionless, a sense of dread rose to its peak.

There's something just off about it.

The air was filled with the sounds of swords clashing, countless sword intents converging around Feng Yuan. The golden sword in his hand hummed and trembled, its power surging higher and higher.

【"Hahaha!"】

At a certain critical point, Feng Yuan laughed three times, and a giant sword of spiritual energy, several dozen feet in size, instantly materialized, slashing down at the demonic beast.

"Die!"

【"roar!!!"】

The silver-armored crocodile, which had seemed to have been paused, suddenly moved.

Its eyes blazed with ferocity as it stared at the massive sword aura. A flicker of human-like disdain flashed across its gaze before it unhesitatingly lashed out with its tail.

【"Bang!"】

With a crisp sound, the massive sword shattered like ice crystals, its spiritual light scattering in all directions before vanishing in an instant.

[So...were they really that vulnerable?!]

"Foundation Building...Late Stage!!!"

Feng Yuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, his spiritual light shattering inch by inch. His gaze was fixed on the wounds on the demonic beast.

Only then did I realize that it wasn't a sword wound at all.

We've been set up!

The next moment, everything went black before his eyes, and he plunged cleanly into the lake. The Tianxuan Sword Sect disciples on the lakeshore collapsed, with only a few remaining huddled on the ground, groaning in pain.

[To have withstood a direct attack from a late-stage Foundation Establishment demon beast and not die is already a blessing from Heaven.]

【Great! Wonderful!】

You almost applauded, no longer concealing yourself, and walked openly towards the lake.

【"Da da da~"】

Your footsteps were exceptionally clear on the suddenly quiet battlefield, and several gazes, including those of the terrifying late-stage second-tier demonic beast, fell upon you.

"Hehehe~ Why are you all staring at me like that?"

[You've brought your acting to its peak, trying your best to distance yourself from your previous gentle, resilient, and innocent character.]

[Because you know that within this secret realm, only Lin Bufan and his cunning master could orchestrate such a grand spectacle.]

But now it's harvest time, and we can't wait any longer.

[Besides, that boy is your Daoist partner. As his weak and helpless wife, it's not unreasonable for you to take some spoils of war, is it?]

Lin Bufan, who was about to step out from the shadows, paused, his gaze falling on you with suspicion.

"Master?"

"I can't fathom their cultivation level, but the aura of their technique... it's somewhat similar to the Joyful Union Sect?"

Hearing the teacher's words, Lin Bufan was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

"No need to rush, that demonic beast will help us gauge her strength."

【"roar!"】

As expected, without the old man's suppressive aura, the silver-armored crocodile roared and charged straight at you.

A slight smile played on your lips as a blood-red jade appeared before you, its terrifying aura, typical of a Nascent Soul cultivator, spreading unchecked throughout the lake.

"Roar~! Whoosh..."

Upon sensing the aura emanating from the blood jade, the demonic beast instantly went limp, collapsing to the ground and daring only to utter low, submissive whimpers.

You chuckled softly, and with a graceful movement, began to collect the storage bag, carrying the blood jade.

"Holy crap!"

Lin Bufan exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widening in shock.

But when he saw the demoness of the Acacia tree begin to collect the spoils that should have been hers, he couldn't sit still any longer.

【"teacher?!"】

【"Um..."】

The old man was silent for a few seconds before speaking:

"The blood jade on that female cultivator's body should be a protective treasure refined by a Nascent Soul cultivator, capable of unleashing a full-force attack comparable to that of an early Nascent Soul cultivator."

However, if a clash between Nascent Soul level cultivators were to truly erupt within this secret realm, the Nascent Soul level guardian at the entrance would likely descend in person.

"Are we just going to give it up like this?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Bufan calmed down considerably, but he was still unwilling to accept it.

He's always been the one reaping the benefits; I never imagined he'd be the one being schemed against today.

"Who says this is the end of it?"

The old man with the ring whispered a few words in Lin Bufan's ear, and Lin Bufan's eyes slowly brightened.

Just as you were happily collecting things, a terrifying aura suddenly approached rapidly from not far away.

Your heart tightened, and your movements quickened.

Seeing that you ignored him and were still collecting your storage bag, Lin Bufan, shrouded in black robes, twitched slightly at the corner of his eye, but still spoke politely:

"Ahem~ Fellow Daoist?"

【"Um?"】

Your eyes slightly lifted, but your hands continued moving.

Lin Bufan waved his hand, stunning the last few cultivators who were still groaning in pain, and said:

"I orchestrated this whole scheme. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to take the spoils like this?"

【"sorry."】

You apologized promptly, but you acted even faster.

Lin Bufan stood there, stunned. This wasn't right.

"Silly apprentice, she doesn't want to fight you. Don't just stand there, hurry up and snatch it!"

Hearing the teacher's words, Lin Bufan seemed to snap out of a daze. Looking at the alluring woman bustling about in the arena, he felt no stirrings of desire.

He had never seen such a shameless woman; she was no match for his Qingyu!

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