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

【"Buzz~!!!"】

A blinding flash of blood-red light suddenly erupted from the water mirror, and the sound of a sword shattered the heavens, causing even the valley where you were hiding to tremble.

After the light faded, you quickly looked at the water mirror again.

A phantom figure stood in mid-air, holding a rusty iron sword, its posture still in the act of wielding the sword.

[It seems this is the sword spirit Lin Bufan spoke of.]

The dust and smoke gradually dissipated, and only a handful of cultivators remained standing in the arena.

Although the closest Taichu Sword Court cultivators were somewhat disheveled, the five of them managed to withstand the terrifying sword intent together.

"A Nascent Soul Realm Sword Soul?"

The gaunt man's face was filled with horror, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Not at the Nascent Soul stage."

The woman with the high ponytail, whose cheek had been scratched and bleeding, looked serious, but slowly shook her head in denial.

"We've only mastered the fourth level of swordsmanship. If a true Nascent Soul cultivator were to make a move at this close range, we wouldn't even have a chance to stand here and talk."

In this cultivation world, differences in external resources such as secret techniques, spells, and cultivation methods can always be overcome through various means.

[The chasm of a grander realm is almost insurmountable, even for the most gifted genius.]

A single realm can feel like an entire world.

Of course, the art of formations might be considered an exception, since high-level formation masters don't require particularly high levels of cultivation.

However, from another perspective, it also requires the array master to reach a corresponding level in order to achieve this kind of "transcending levels".

[After a brief silence.]

The white-haired youth standing at the forefront suddenly licked his lips, a fiery glint appearing in his eyes.

"That also means we can eat it!"

【"But..."】

The woman with the high ponytail hesitated, glancing around; her meaning was clear.

[While the sword spirit's attack just now cleared out many weaklings, it also possessed remarkable survival skills, allowing some cultivators at the same cultivation level to escape unscathed.]

If they were to confront the Sword Soul head-on now, they would likely be the ones to reap the benefits.

"It's alright."

The white-haired youth raised his hand to interrupt her, his tone nonchalant.

"A bunch of useless trash."

He glanced at the two figures lagging behind and casually gave the order:

"Go and clear out all those onlookers."

He then turned to the woman and the thin man beside him, grinning.

"You two, cover for me."

"You're going to fight the sword spirit all by yourself?!"

The gaunt man gasped in disbelief.

【"Heh~"】

The white-haired youth didn't answer, but merely chuckled softly, and then a white longsword gleaming with a cold light materialized in his palm.

The sword was entirely white, its blade as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it exuded a chillingly sharp aura.

"What a fine sword!"

[From Shui Jing's perspective, your tone is full of admiration.]

Upon hearing this, the others all looked at you with strange expressions.

【"......"

【Sigh~】

You sighed inwardly; it was merely a genuine compliment. The world has misunderstood you far too deeply.

[In the water mirror.]

The white-haired youth took a step forward, and his figure suddenly disappeared into mid-air.

The next moment, a white sword beam suddenly tore through the void, slashing straight towards the illusory figure.

The sword spirit's empty gaze flickered slightly.

It raised the rusty sword in its hand, and with a casual swing, terrifying blood-red light rose up once more.

[Click!]

The two sword lights collided, instantly tearing the white sword intent apart. The crimson sword light continued its relentless attack, slashing straight towards the white-haired youth.

"Go to hell in peace after you die!"

The white-haired youth snorted coldly, his figure suddenly transforming into a white rainbow, barely dodging the crimson sword light, and swiftly rushing towards the illusory figure.

【"Clang!"】

A crisp clang of metal rang out as the white-haired youth's close-range attack was casually blocked by the sword spirit.

Immediately following, a torrential downpour of sword strikes rained down.

【"Clang! Clang!"】

Close-quarters combat is the ultimate test of a cultivator's mastery of sword techniques and sword intent.

No matter how the white-haired youth changed his moves, the sword spirit always managed to parry them perfectly, resulting in a stalemate.

Seeing the beads of sweat constantly seeping from the young man's forehead in the water mirror, the cunning group of five exchanged glances, a wicked smile playing on their lips.

You know it's time to make your appearance...

[Boom!]

About half an incense stick later, a white figure flew backward from mid-air and crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

【"Cough cough cough~"

A series of rapid coughs came from within the smoke, and moments later, the white figure rushed out again.

[But now he was covered in bloodstains, his once elegant Taoist robe was now tattered, and he looked utterly disheveled.]

Fortunately, the Sword Soul only moves within a certain range, otherwise...

"Senior Brother Wei, how about we call it quits?"

Looking at the still unharmed illusory figure, a hint of worry flashed in the woman with the high ponytail's eyes.

The white-haired youth remained silent for a moment, about to speak, when a crisp slap sounded behind him.

【"Pat pat pat~"】

The three of them suddenly turned around to look.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"

A handsome young man dressed in black walked slowly towards them, followed by two white-clad figures whose fates were unknown—the two Sword Court disciples who had left earlier.

"To be able to fight a sword spirit that has mastered the fourth realm of swordsmanship to such an extent, the prodigies of the Primordial Sword Court are indeed powerful."

"Who are you?"

The white-haired youth narrowed his eyes slightly, and the longsword in his hand emitted another hum.

The boy didn't answer his question directly, but instead looked towards the hillside in the distance and chuckled:

"Are you all still trying to hide?"

A moment later, five figures slowly appeared; they were none other than the five-person group from your Heavenly Profound Sword Sect.

[...You're too early!]

You were secretly annoyed.

[And...where did this expert in black come from?]

Could he be that demon spy?

"The Heavenly Profound Sword Sect?"

The white-haired youth's gaze swept over you, a hint of something unreadable creeping into his eyes.

"You guys, hurry up and kill him!"

The gaunt man suddenly spoke, his tone carrying an unquestionable command.

Unfortunately, no one paid any attention.

The gaunt man's face flushed with anger, and he was about to reprimand him when a soft laugh interrupted him.

"Should we still hide it?"

The boy in black looked up at the sky with great interest.

[Pfft~!]

Immediately afterwards, the sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence...

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(The third watch will be played at night.)