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

[This secret realm of the Primordial Sword Court is extremely vast, and after a long period of expansion, its area is so wide that even a Nascent Soul cultivator would find it difficult to reach its borders in a short time.]

During their exploration, Jianting also discovered many fragmented small spaces, which they then connected to the secret realm.

The most famous of these is the ruins of an ancient battlefield.

That was a desolate wasteland, eroded by unknown sword energy for countless years. The earth was cracked, broken swords lay scattered, and the air still reeked of a chilling, murderous sword intent.

[It is said to have been the site of an ancient battle between sword cultivators, and the lingering sword intent has not dissipated even after ten thousand years.]

[Sword cultivators who spend long periods within the ruins can hone their will and forge their sword heart.]

For this reason, all competitions and sparring sessions, large and small, within the Primordial Sword Court are held here.

[Some well-meaning people even gave it a name—Wenjianping (Sword-Asking Plain).]

The Sword-Questioning Arena was already packed with people; today marked the start of the Primordial Sword Tournament.

[Besides the disciples of the Primordial Sword Court's main sect, the twenty strongest second-tier sects under it have also all arrived.]

These sects possess foundations similar to the Heavenly Profound Sword Sect, each with one or two Nascent Soul Heavenly Lords presiding over them. In the outside world, they would be powerful enough to dominate a region.

At this moment, your group from the Heavenly Profound Sword Sect is sitting rather unimpressively in a corner of the outer sect's viewing area, gazing longingly at the three stands in the center.

That was prepared by the Sword Court for the three first-tier sects.

Just as everyone was discussing this, a clear and melodious sword cry suddenly rang out from the center of the Sword-Asking Platform.

Looking towards the sound, a middle-aged man dressed in a black sword robe appeared in the center of the arena.

"The Primordial Sword Tournament begins. Disciples of all sects, please come forward and draw lots."

[No preamble, let's get straight to the point.]

[This competition, including the Primordial Sword Court, comprises twenty-four teams, each with five members. Opponents will be determined by drawing lots.]

Who should draw lots in this situation?

First and foremost, we absolutely cannot let those two chosen ones go up, otherwise we might run into the Primordial Sword Court team in the first match.

Secondly, you can't go up there either. You have to consider your own luck.

Finally... the Runaway Immortal decisively refused to go on stage, and the heavy responsibility naturally fell on Fairy Qingheng's shoulders.

You got up and gave her a loving hug, indicating that she didn't need to be nervous.

Your gaze then swept across the room discreetly, finding nothing unusual as expected.

If demon spies could be found so easily, they wouldn't have been able to infiltrate the Primordial Sword Sect.

You don't seem to be in a hurry.

Since the leader has issued the mission, it means the spy will definitely cause trouble during this competition. We'll be able to catch him red-handed then.

[Thump!]

Just as you were pondering this, an ancient bell suddenly rang out.

"Match 1: Number 24 vs. Number 1."

Fairy Qingheng smiled awkwardly, raising the divination slip in her hand, on which were written three large characters:

[Twenty-four!]

Hey~ Looks like nobody on your team has any normal luck.

Fortunately, the number 1 lottery draw also went to a second-tier sect called the Giant Sword Sect.

The Primordial Sword Tournament will determine the most outstanding individuals, and at the same time, it will also rank the sects that participate.

Therefore, the competition is not decided by a best-of-five format, but rather by a title defense system.

[That is, whoever wins the match can choose to continue to the next round, until one side runs out of participants.]

This way, one can see the sect's foundation and also maximize individual strength.

[A figure already standing on the arena, carrying a massive, broadsword, was casually glanced at by Luo Chongshan, who then slowly spoke:]

"Lin Qingyu, you're going first."

Upon hearing this, the corner of your mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

[Using public office to settle personal scores!]

[This is definitely a case of settling a personal score while on official business. Old Deng definitely still remembers how you tricked him in Yangcheng.]

"Yes, Sect Master!"

In this situation, we cannot afford to disrespect a Nascent Soul cultivator.

After you stood up, you flicked your skirt and walked calmly towards the arena.

The giant sword cultivator opposite grinned when he saw a female cultivator in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm stepping onto the stage.

"Zhao Tieshan of the Giant Sword Sect."

"Lin Qingyu, of the Heavenly Profound Sword Sect."

You saw the mockery in the other person's eyes perfectly.

【"start."】

The middle-aged man uttered two words expressionlessly.

The next moment, a red field suddenly rose above the arena.

"Sword Domain as the starting move?"

"Hiss~ This young girl in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm has actually mastered the third stage of swordsmanship!"

"As expected of the Primordial Sword Tournament, it truly is a place where hidden talents abound."

A murmur rippled through the crowd as your figure vanished from the ring.

Zhao Tieshan's expression changed slightly, and he instinctively held his greatsword horizontally in front of him.

【"Clang!"】

A crisp clang of metal clashing rang out in the center of the arena.

【"Buzz~!"】

Just as Zhao Tieshan caught your sword strike head-on, countless blood-red sword shadows materialized out of thin air and shot towards him from all directions.

【"rise!"】

[Zhao Tieshan roared, and a tremendous force emanated from his greatsword, attempting to shake you off, only to find embarrassingly that your longsword still firmly suppressed him.]

[Can't be pushed!]

His expression froze, then his spiritual power surged, and a layered, thick, earthen-yellow light shield rose from beneath his feet.

【"Clang! Clang!"】

The crimson sword shadow struck the light barrier, producing a piercing clang.

Zhao Tieshan's face paled visibly.

[This direct confrontation with the sword domain consumed far more spiritual energy than he had anticipated.]

Sweat rolled down his forehead. He gritted his teeth, his mind racing as he considered a way to break the deadlock.

In the instant he hesitated, the mountain-like oppressive force on his hand vanished abruptly.

Your longsword has been withdrawn.

Zhao Tieshan was startled. Before he could react, he saw a slender, fair fist hurtling towards the now-thin light barrier in front of him.

"Heh, wishful thinking..."

Just as a smile was about to form on his lips, he discovered that the protective barrier in front of him hadn't even lasted a moment.

【Click~】

[After the cracking sound, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen.]

His body arched uncontrollably, his feet left the ground, and he was thrown backward by the punch.

Before he could react, a swift and powerful whip kick, accompanied by the whooshing sound of wind, came hurtling towards him. In Zhao Tieshan's blurred vision, he seemed to see his great-grandmother waving at him.

"I give up!"

A loud shout rang out from the high platform.

【Buzz~】

A powerful pressure suddenly descended, enveloping the entire arena.

Your whip kick felt like it had plunged into an invisible swamp; your speed plummeted.

Taking advantage of this brief opening, Zhao Tieshan used all his strength to roll backward and dodge.

The oppressive aura quickly receded.

You slowly brought your legs back to a standing position, your expression calm, not even your breathing erratic.

At the same time, a middle-aged man's voice rang out from the sidelines.

["Tianxuan Sword Sect, Lin Qingyu, wins!"]

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(I'll take a break at 3 AM for the last two days of the month. Starting next month, I'll be working 5 AM every day to pay off my debts. I really have a lot to owe~)