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

【"left."】

[Suddenly, Lin Bufan's voice reached your ears. You abruptly opened your eyes and found yourself back before you encountered the five people who were sent to their deaths.]

You quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Good grief!

[Two Nascent Soul cultivators, one of whom is suspected to be a ruthless villain from the Destiny faction.]

[That figure that intercepted you must have been some kind of clone technique. After all, the old man with the ring was a saint before. Even if he's not as strong as he is now, he shouldn't have been dealt with so easily.]

[Gu Wudao, what a Gu Wudao.]

[He's truly ruthless; he's many times more difficult to deal with than the chosen one.]

"What's wrong?"

[Liu Guanzhi's voice rang out beside you at just the right moment.]

By the way... the person next to you isn't exactly a pushover either. If it weren't for that vague, unfounded merit from a past life, you probably wouldn't be able to handle him.

Compared to him, Xiao Fanzi is much less troublesome.

【"fine."】

You shook your head slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked telepathically, feigning confusion:

"Brother Guanzhi, have you ever heard of Gu Wudao?"

Liu Guanzhi paused, glancing sideways at you with an inscrutable expression.

"Did something come to mind?"

"Hmm, this name sounds familiar."

You take two steps closer, gently hooking your fingertips around his, your tone slightly coquettish:

"Brother Guanzhi, if you know anything, please tell me everything! Maybe I'll remember more things!"

Liu Guanzhi didn't answer, but simply reached out to smooth the stray hairs from your forehead, his fingertips casually touching your brow.

[Suddenly, a wave of unfamiliar memories flooded into my mind.]

The image is blurry, as if seen through a layer of fog.

You see a young man sitting on a throne made of bones, his robes fluttering in the wind, his hair as black as ink.

But that face was completely different from the one you had seen before.

Wow~ This guy is so handsome?

Behind him stretched an overwhelming army of demonic cultivators.

[The scene shifts again, showing two figures falling from a great height. The boy stands with his hands behind his back, looking down at the scene below.]

You vaguely see a familiar figure, but the scene quickly jumps away.

The various scenes are fragmented and incomplete.

Suddenly, in these fleeting images, you spotted three familiar words.

【Jidao Sect! 】

The leader of the demonic sects in Xuanhuang Prefecture.

[Alright, alright, you bastard, don't let me find you, or I'll definitely teach you a lesson!]

A moment later, you slowly opened your eyes and met Liu Guanzhi's dark gaze. You couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

[Then he paused, momentarily stunned.]

What's going on? Why am I feeling guilty?

"Don't look at me like that!"

You immediately reached out and covered his eyes.

Seeing that your temperament remained unchanged, Liu Guanzhi breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, you hadn't brought back that mischievous, troublesome nature.

He let you cover your eyes, and then, with a gentle pull, drew you into his arms.

"Ugh...you bad guy~!"

[Feeling the sudden dissipation of the pink mist, you were first taken aback, then blushed slightly and gently punched his chest, your tone tinged with a hint of coquettishness.]

【Click~】

Lin Bufan stumbled and accidentally crushed the stone beneath his feet.

My heart suddenly ached.

I wonder if it was shattered stones, or someone's true feelings...

【...】

Everything unfolded as before, except this time you weren't fighting alone. Several people swarmed in and quickly dispatched your opponent.

The group returned to the valley.

You initially wanted to suggest retreating further, but Lin Bufan said the maximum distance for this technique was a thousand miles.

[Old Deng is indeed getting old.]

You silently muttered a complaint to yourself, then stood quietly in front of the water mirror to observe.

[When the white-haired youth showed signs of dejection again, their gazes all turned to each other once more.]

"We can't go!"

You immediately exercised your veto power.

Old Liu doesn't care about this. Xiao Fanzi is biased towards you, and the other two workers are still waiting for your wages.

Therefore, the motion was vetoed, and the vote was unanimously in favor.

How far can a Nascent Soul cultivator's divine sense cover?

After making that decision, you looked at Liu Guanzhi.

"An ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is about five hundred li away."

Liu Guanzhi gave you a deep look, and then gave his answer.

Five hundred li!

[You don't know exactly how far those two traveled at the Nascent Soul stage. If their spiritual sense far surpasses that of ordinary people, then they could probably reach a range of a thousand miles by the mid-Nascent Soul stage.]

Although this place is special and divine sense is limited, who knows what kind of special skills someone like Gu Wudao might possess?

Seeing your worried expression, Liu Guanzhi was reminded of your earlier question.

He didn't ask any further questions. After a moment of contemplation, a flash of spiritual light appeared at his fingertips, and then the light flew outwards to the surrounding valley.

"This is a concealment formation; even a Nascent Soul cultivator would find it difficult to detect our presence."

[I feel safe again!]

You flash a sweet smile at the boy beside you. "Old Liu, you're reliable!"

【"boom!"】

At this moment, two figures, one black and one white, were already engaged in combat within the water mirror.

[But the scene completely exceeded your expectations. In just three rounds, the white-robed youth was gripped by the neck by Gu Wudao like a dead dog, his aura extremely weak.]

[So strong!]

That's a Nascent Soul cultivator!

Those who can break through to the Nascent Soul Realm are all exceptional geniuses, one in ten thousand. Especially for a super sect like the Primordial Sword Court, which primarily focuses on sword cultivation, the combat strength of its cultivators is absolutely unparalleled across the Nine Realms.

[Unexpectedly, they were completely defeated in just a few breaths.]

Isn't this kid a bit too overmodel-like?

You swallowed hard, your desire for revenge receding, replaced by a stronger urge to gain advantage.

After all, simulated grudges aren't real grudges; only the strength gained is real.

So, in just a third of a second, you convinced yourself.

【"Buzz~!"】

[In the scene, black mist surged from Gu Wudao's right hand, instantly engulfing the white-robed youth's body.]

From within the black mist came chilling screams.

A moment later, the sound abruptly stopped.

A single drop of crimson blood slowly emerged from the black mist, hovering in mid-air.

Gu Wudao lowered his gaze and stepped down.

The sword spirit, along with the top-grade sword imprint, shattered inch by inch under the violent spiritual pressure, turning into dust.

[“Boom!”]

A muffled, loud thud echoed from within the circular crater, and the ground rapidly cracked.

[Then, a black altar slowly rose from the ground...]

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