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

The matter of the secret realm has come to an end.

[It was simply that the son of the Extreme Path Sect's leader had been murdered, enraging the sect leader, who then issued an arrest warrant.]

However, the usual rules of conduct within the demonic path meant they couldn't unite. What were the sons of sect leaders if it didn't concern them? They mostly remained aloof.

Otherwise, if we truly consider raw power, the righteous path might not necessarily have the upper hand.

Regarding the reappearance of the ancient Dan Ding Sect's legacy, although it was jointly obtained by the two of you, Tantai Jin shouldered all the consequences alone. The Dan Ding Sect's reputation commands respect even from the two great Immortal Dynasties; others, though envious, dare not provoke it.

Before parting, Tantai Jin solemnly made three promises to you. Aside from this secret realm inheritance, which counts as one, he will do his best to assist you with the other two, as long as they are within his capabilities.

You simply give him a shy, alluring look, letting him figure it out for himself.

Three months later, an elegantly designed flying boat is gliding smoothly through the sea of ​​clouds.

【"Knock knock knock~!"】

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. You leaned back into the soft couch, stretching out lazily, and casually said:

"Come in~"

"Your Highness."

The hatch was pushed open, and a woman with short, neat hair entered. She was the same Hehuan Sect disciple you had slapped down in the secret realm that day.

"What is it?"

You rested your chin on your hand, your eyelashes slightly lowered, and your captivating eyes casually fell upon her.

The short-haired woman's heart skipped a beat after just one glance, and she couldn't help but swallow hard. Why did it seem like the Holy Maiden's charm was growing stronger and stronger?

Remembering the other party's usual ruthlessness, she quickly lowered her head and respectfully reported to the leader:

"Your Highness, as you instructed, I have contacted the disciples of our lineage within the sect and have them send challenge letters to all the candidates for Holy Maiden."

Although the short-haired woman wondered where your confidence came from, she dared not ask a single question.

【"very good."】

You slowly sat up straight and opened your arms.

The short-haired woman, with remarkable insight, quickly stepped forward, took a shimmering red gauze robe, draped it over your shoulders, and carefully tied the sash, tidying you up properly.

After she stepped aside, you got up and went to the window, looking down at the vast expanse of sky and earth below.

"Holy Maiden of the Joyful Union Sect, I'll borrow that title for now."

【...】

At the center of the colossal crimson lotus, perched atop the clouds, lies an exquisitely decorated stage. This seemingly romantic setting also serves as an arena for the sect's direct disciples' duels.

Within the Joyful Union Sect, the status of a candidate for Holy Maiden is essentially equivalent to that of a direct disciple of the Heavenly Profound Sword Sect.

Only by formally becoming a Saintess can one be compared to the core or true disciples of the major sects.

Furthermore, only one disciple can be promoted to Saintess by taking first place. Once that spot is taken, the only way to become a true disciple is to break through to the Golden Core stage.

That's right, the Hehuan Sect has more than one Holy Maiden.

After all, sects are not blood-related family forces, and those powerful cultivation families with deep roots will also follow the example of sects, cultivating multiple direct confidants as a form of checks and balances.

In this perilous world of cultivation, no matter how extraordinary your talent, you still risk premature death.

Therefore, no sect would be foolish enough to pour all its top resources into one person without reservation.

The stands were now filled with direct disciples, and even several richly dressed true disciples sat among them.

Normally, direct disciples are not allowed to come to this crimson giant lotus without prior notice.

[Because someone launched a series of spectacular challenges, it unexpectedly attracted the attention of the sect, ultimately escalating into today's grand battle for the Holy Maiden.]

[A corner of the spectator stands.]

"Auntie, your nephew still needs to cultivate."

A handsome young man dressed in white sat upright, a hint of impatience appearing between his brows.

"Oh dear, Yu'er, just come along with your aunt to see what's going on!"

Beside him, a woman in a seductive purple dress was tightly clutching his sleeve.

[“Auntie, the cultivation method my nephew practices requires diligent and uninterrupted practice in order to…”]

"Sigh~ When your mother entrusted you to me, you were just a little kid..."

Seeing that the young man remained unmoved and expressionless, the woman's eyes instantly reddened, and she began to sob softly.

"Waaaaah~ She didn't have any other wish back then, she just hoped that you would grow up safely and find a wife for the Su family..."

"Auntie, stop reading, let me read it."

The young man knew the other person was acting, but ultimately couldn't bear to refuse his aunt who had always been so kind to him.

The woman in the purple dress was none other than the Immortal Zixia, who was also Lin Qingyu's "guide" to the immortal sect.

As for the young man, it is naturally Su Yu.

"Where is Ye Jinghong? Why hasn't she shown up yet?"

A magnanimous woman looked at the empty venue, a hint of annoyance appearing in her eyes.

I hate it!

With only six months left until her cultivation technique was fully mastered, she should have been in charge of the grand spectacle that everyone was watching. But that woman's unexpected move had completely disrupted her plans.

At the same time, a deep sense of unease welled up in his mind.

She knew Ye Jinghong's background all too well; let alone defeating her, he wouldn't even rank among the other candidates for Holy Maiden.

[She's just a pretty face with no substance; where does she get the audacity to issue such a challenge?]

"Oh dear~ Sister Qiuyue, please calm down. It's really not worth getting angry over such a attention-seeking clown."

The woman speaking was sitting beside her, her striking red dress swaying gracefully; however, the style and color were exactly the same as Ye Jinghong's usual attire.

Upon hearing this, the woman called "Autumn Moon" glanced at her sideways and curled her lip in disdain.

[While badmouthing others behind their backs, they secretly imitate their fashion sense. Who's the real clown in this clumsy imitation?]

"I think Mei'er is quite right."

The woman in the pink dress sitting nearby, seeing her companion's embarrassed expression, immediately spoke up to help her out.

"That Ye Jinghong might just be trying to attract attention, acting recklessly because of her master's favoritism. Now that things are out of control, she can only cower and dare not show herself."

【"Whoosh~"】

Before the words were even finished, a fierce and unparalleled whip flashed, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, heading straight for the woman in the pink dress's face!

As a candidate for Holy Maiden of the Joyful Union Sect, the woman in the pink dress was naturally no ordinary person.

Her expression changed slightly, and she immediately clasped her hands together, her spiritual power surging forth, instantly condensing into a shimmering, iridescent lotus petal phantom before her.

Upon seeing the face of the person who had made the move, a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes. She was about to utter a mocking remark when a sharp "crack" sound suddenly rang in her ears.

The seemingly light whip shadow instantly shattered her protective spell, then forcefully broke through her protective spiritual energy.

[Smack!]

A remarkably clear sound resounded throughout the entire square.

The woman in the pink dress let out a scream, and was instantly sent flying dozens of feet away, finally crashing heavily into a hard stone pillar at the edge of the plaza.

[At the same time, accompanied by a clear cracking sound, she slid to the ground like a broken sack, instantly losing consciousness.]

On that once fair and delicate face, a bloody whip mark stood out starkly.

In an instant, the previously noisy discussions in the square seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and all eyes involuntarily converged on the figure in the red dress in the center of the square.

She stood there quietly, her red dress like fire, her figure upright, like a rose blooming in the sunlight, so dazzling that it was hard to look directly at her.

...