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

"Junior Sister!"

The black-haired female cultivator let out a piercing cry of pain.

"Kill her!"

The other two cultivators also felt a surge of intense hatred in their eyes, and the magical artifacts in their hands shone brightly.

You stood silently in place, the dark golden light flowing endlessly across the halberd.

Facing the full-force attack of two late-stage Golden Core cultivators, you did not choose to dodge. You slightly bowed, raising your halberd with one hand, the tip pointing towards the ground.

At the same time, your white hair rapidly transformed into a crimson gold color, and the power of your blood and energy surged throughout your body.

【"Buzz~!"】

The halberd trembled, and a surge of powerful blood energy emanated from your body, quickly converging at the tip. A phantom-like crimson spear shadow slowly materialized behind you.

【The moon shatters amidst the turbulent waves.】

[First Move - The Rising Tide.]

【"boom!!!"】

[As you thrust your halberd forward, a storm of attacks swept out, spreading wildly forward from the halberd tip.]

The killing moves of the two late-stage Golden Core cultivators were instantly annihilated upon contact with this surge of blood energy, like withered snow meeting the blazing sun.

[Click!]

[The sound of the spiritual energy barrier shattering rang out.]

The two men's expressions changed drastically as they felt an overwhelming force rushing towards them, sending them flying uncontrollably backward, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood in mid-air.

Before their bodies even touched the ground, the sound of wind cutting through the air rang in their ears.

Before they could ascertain the situation, a chill ran down their necks.

[Pfft!]

Hearing the clear sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh, the black-haired female cultivator finally snapped out of her grief.

She looked up abruptly and saw a scene that filled her with even greater despair.

[You held a halberd in one hand, your figure slowly descending from mid-air, dark golden light swirling around you, like a god of war emerging from hell.]

Behind you, two mangled bodies crashed heavily onto the bluestone, blood splattering everywhere.

You tilted your head, looking directly at her face, which was stiff with fear and anger, and spoke softly:

"It's your turn."

"You...you..."

The black-haired woman was breathing heavily, her eyes bloodshot, and her spiritual energy surged like waves, the terrifying spiritual pressure causing the ground around her to continuously collapse.

[Pfft~!]

Just as you were preparing to go all out and give your opponent a dignified end, a black sword tip pierced through the black-haired woman's chest.

【"......"

You stared blankly at the black-haired boy who had suddenly attacked you, a hint of confusion in your eyes.

【"Heh...heh..."】

The black-haired woman made a strange sound from her throat. She stiffly turned her neck and met a pair of emotionless black eyes.

He opened his mouth one last time, then collapsed to the ground.

【Depend on!】

What's going on, Lao Liu?

Just as you were about to step forward and question him, throwing a tantrum, you saw Liu Guanzhi suddenly look up at the distant horizon.

Following his gaze, you see a gigantic sword shadow slowly taking shape, its astonishing sword intent soaring skyward, seemingly about to pierce the heavens.

"What is that?"

"A sword imprint surpassing Grade A has been born."

Liu Guanzhi narrowed his eyes slightly.

At this moment, Lin Bufan leaped down from the boulder, and the other two quickly approached.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, their gazes couldn't help but fall on your long, golden hair.

"It's a secret~"

You blinked and put your middle finger to your lips.

The group exchanged glances, then all nodded. After all, in the world of cultivation, everyone has their little secrets.

Lin Bufan's indirect wisdom, Liu Guanzhi's occasional display of unpredictable methods, Gu Chengyi's obsession with swordsmanship (which can be disregarded), and Qingheng Fairy's seemingly simple-minded yet shrewd nature—she naturally knows how to act.

This is why you dared to reveal your hand in front of several people; you never trusted people's hearts, but rather your control over the situation.

Of course, if you are truly betrayed, you will show them what it means to have a fountain blocking the gate.

"Should we go and fight for that sword mark?"

A hint of worry appeared in Fairy Qingheng's eyes, after all, such a scene would surely be filled with experts.

[It's not just the five from the Primordial Sword Court; the three major first-tier sects also have pseudo-Nascent Soul realm cultivators in charge.]

After a moment of silence, the group simultaneously turned their gaze to you.

You paused slightly, then remembered that the sword seals seemed to have been fought for by you.

You glanced again at the terrifying sword intent on the horizon, secretly swallowed, and tentatively spoke:

"Shall we go take a look?"

【"Okay!" x4】

The four answered in unison, without a moment's hesitation.

【"......"

[Fine, fine, so you all want to go, just looking for someone to take the blame, huh?]

The hearts of people in the cultivation world are indeed too dark.

But you, in the end, are just a simple and kind-hearted young girl...

【...】

The earth was shattered by countless crisscrossing sword marks, with numerous broken blades embedded diagonally in the ground.

The broken blades had long lost their luster and were covered in rust, yet they still exuded a chilling residual sword intent, just like the wreckage on the ground.

Though the body perishes and the spirit vanishes, the will endures.

In the center of this forest of swords, a circular pit about a hundred feet deep appeared, its surface covered with sword marks, and a blood-red sword imprint hovered within it.

A number of figures had already gathered here, scattered in various directions, their eyes wary.

Only five figures clad in gold and white sword robes stood casually and swaggeringly at the edge of the circular pit, observing the sword imprint without paying any attention to the others.

【Primordial Sword Court!】

They certainly deserve it.

The combined strength of five pseudo-Nascent Soul Realm cultivators is enough to sweep away all the participating sects present.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, five furtive figures crept into a valley.

[Before them floated a semi-transparent water mirror, displaying the scene within the sword forest.]

"Junior brother, shall we just wait here?"

Curious, you reached out and touched the water mirror. A faint ripple appeared on its surface, but returned to normal after a moment.

"This sword mark won't be so easy to obtain."

Lin Bufan stood with his hands behind his back, striking a mysterious pose.

[Tsk~]

[You silently think to yourself, "This kid's putting on airs again, using some old Deng's information."]

"Wow~ Junior brother, you know so much!"

[So you step in at the right moment, providing just the right amount of emotional value.]

Lin Bufan's lips curled slightly. Seeing the other three staring at him with unfriendly expressions, he coughed lightly and quickly spoke:

"A powerful sword imprint is protected by a sword spirit."

[Sword Soul?]

Before the others could ask any questions, a terrifying sword light shot into the sky from within the water mirror...

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