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

[In the dimly lit depths of the mine, the deathly silence was broken by a series of unhurried footsteps, which then came to a slow stop about three steps behind you.]

"Little Qiu'er, have you finally figured it out?"

Upon hearing this, you slowly turned around, expressionless, and scrutinized the newcomer.

[A peak Foundation Establishment cultivator, surrounded by a faint aura of Yin energy, his narrow eyes gleamed with undisguised greed in the dim light.]

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze brazenly sweeping down from the mask on your face, a triumphant smile on his lips.

"As long as you behave and keep me happy, you'll reap the rewards in the future."

Your body trembled slightly, and you lowered your eyes, using just the right amount of timidity and submission to conceal the murderous intent in your eyes.

"I...I understand."

Upon hearing the answer, the man's smile widened even further.

Just as he was about to step forward, you instinctively took two steps back and quickly said:

"Young Master Mo, I can agree to... agree to any of your requests, but I have one condition."

Hearing this, the man didn't press his advantage any further. He knew the woman's fierce nature; if she hadn't resisted to the death, and if he hadn't been unwilling to possess only a soulless body, he would have already succeeded.

Now that he had spoken, he had plenty of patience to wait for the other party to compromise.

Seeing him stop, you hesitated for a moment, then slowly removed your mask, revealing a refined and aloof face.

In an instant, the dimly lit mine seemed to brighten, and the man opposite him gasped, a look of fascination spreading across his face.

"Young Master Mo, my choice this time is not entirely for my own sake, but rather because I have come to terms with reality."

A touch of sadness subtly appeared in your eyes as you gracefully bowed to the other person.

"My entire clan was slaughtered by a late-stage Golden Core cultivator. I have been on the path of immortality for two hundred years now, and even with my desperate cultivation, my cultivation level is only barely at the late-stage Foundation Establishment. In this life... I have no hope of forming my Golden Core."

"You want me to help you get revenge?"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly. It was true that his master was a Nascent Soul True Monarch, but he wasn't someone he could easily summon.

To kill a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, at least two peak Golden Core cultivators would be needed to have a chance of capturing them. Such a price...

【"Um..."】

You bowed again, and a section of your robe slipped down your shoulder at just the right moment, revealing a dazzling glimpse of snow-white skin.

"If you agree, I am willing to serve you wholeheartedly for the rest of my life."

Damn it!

The man cursed under his breath, knowing he couldn't resist the temptation. He strode forward and pulled you into his arms.

"I agree!"

He eagerly lowered his head, about to kiss the beauty's red lips in his arms, when a slender finger pressed against his chin.

"What? You want to back out?"

A flicker of displeasure crossed the man's eyes.

"No, no."

Your face suddenly turned pale, and you frantically reached out your small hand to tightly grasp his collar, hurriedly trying to explain:

"I've only heard that Nascent Soul cultivators can refine secret treasures to kill Core Formation cultivators. Young Master... I wish to take revenge myself."

Looking at the pitiful appearance of the woman in his arms, the man took a few deep breaths, suppressing the lust and anger in his heart, and patiently explained:

"Such treasures require the life essence of a Nascent Soul cultivator; my master could never refine them for me."

"Even someone of your noble status, young master, doesn't have this?"

【"No."】

The moment those two words left his mouth, the man suddenly felt a hand, like an iron clamp, grip his neck tightly.

Before he could react, the world spun around him.

[Boom!]

A dull thud was heard.

Before the man could even utter a scream, he was grabbed by the neck and lifted up again. Stars flashed before his eyes, and he instinctively tried to mobilize his spiritual energy, but a vicious knee strike slammed into his abdomen.

【"Heh...heh..."】

The man lay limp on the ground like a rag doll, blood continuously spilling from his mouth, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

You looked down at him with undisguised contempt, a smirk playing on your lips.

"You don't even have a single protective magic item, yet you dare to bark at me like a dog."

"Who...are you?"

After a moment, the man managed to regain some strength and, looking at the blurry figure before him, spoke with difficulty.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you, and you don't deserve to listen."

Before you could finish speaking, you reached out and pressed your palm against the top of his head, and black mist slowly drifted out.

[Soul Searching Technique!]

A moment later, seeing the half-dead man on the ground, you took his storage bag, sealed his spiritual power, and threw him deep into the mine.

[We definitely can't kill them outright right now; they're at least a disciple of a Nascent Soul cultivator, and the sect must have soul lamps for them.]

"Come out."

After completing these steps, look towards a shadowy area.

Ruan Jiao slowly walked out, her eyes fixed on your familiar face, her complexion deathly pale, but she still managed to suppress her fear and ask in a low voice:

"Who...who are you? What have you done to Qiu'er?"

You slowly took out a silk handkerchief and carefully wiped your fingers.

"Do me a favor now, and perhaps you can see her again; otherwise, you'll both die."

【"I..."】

Seeing her ready to fight to the death, you casually waved your hand.

"This Black Demon Sect cultivator, you don't want anything to happen to Leng Qiu, do you?"

These words precisely struck at her weak spot. Ruan Jiao stared wide-eyed, her chest heaving, but ultimately, as if all her strength had been drained, she slumped to the ground.

"I...I promise you."

"Don't worry, I have no reason to deceive an ant like you just to save myself some trouble."

You smiled slightly, a satisfied smile playing on your lips, and nodded.

[You weren't lying about that. You didn't kill Leng Qiu. After all, the Soul Lamp was there; you only searched her soul. As for the outcome, it's all up to her fate.]

Ruan Jiao: ......

A moment later, two figures emerged from the mine, supporting each other.

"Don't stare at me like that."

You glanced sideways at Ruan Jiao, who looked dazed beside you, and reached out to pinch her soft cheek with displeasure.

[Ruan Jiao was forced to tilt her head back and mumbled indistinctly:]

【"Woji Touka..."】

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