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

Blood Refining Sect, a third-tier sect under the Extreme Dao Sect.

[The entire sect only has one Nascent Soul stage cultivator, the sect leader Blood Refining Old Monster, making it one of the weakest sects among third-tier sects.]

You have now climbed to the top of the mountain, which is perpetually shrouded in crimson mist. The scene before you truly lives up to the name "Blood Refinement."

The pungent stench of blood filled the nostrils, and before the eyes lay a plaza piled high with bones, upon which many figures now stood.

"Senior Brother Lin, please wait here for a moment. An inner sect elder will come to fetch you."

Even though you've concealed your cultivation and are no different from an ordinary person, the scarred man has remained extremely respectful to you throughout the journey.

A genius of your caliber doesn't need to lift a finger.

With just a word, countless people will rush to do your bidding; killing an outer disciple is as easy as crushing an ant.

Of course, he could also choose to secretly kill you, but that would mean wiping out all the disciples in the group.

Moreover, fortune favors the bold; if he can maintain his relationship with you, a meteoric rise to success is not impossible.

Within the demonic sects, a cultivator's value lies in their ability to survive.

"Thank you."

Along the way, under the "brainwashing" persuasion of the big man, you gradually became less timid and started speaking with a touch of pride befitting a prodigy.

The burly man's smile grew even more obsequious, and he then led his disciples to retreat to the side.

You casually lean against a stone pillar in the corner of the square, your divine sense silently spreading out, enveloping everyone within it.

[They discovered that most of them were simply dressed teenagers, looking flustered, with a deep sorrow in their eyes; they had likely been forcibly abducted.]

You're not surprised.

[This isn't just true for the Demonic Sect.]

The righteous sects are just more refined in their methods and more respectable in their methods, but in essence, they are no different.

[During the second simulation, the aftershocks of the collision between the fleeing real person and Zi Sha shattered half the town, yet no one paid any attention, which reveals a clue.]

Humans are like ants, their lives and deaths are not even in their own hands; they have no power to choose.

But your beliefs have never wavered.

[I won't indiscriminately kill mortals, nor will I deliberately try to save them. Speaking up for that village earlier was merely an act of impulse.]

"Who is Lin Bufan?"

A streak of red light flashed from afar, hovering above the plaza in the blink of an eye.

The light faded, revealing a woman in a red dress.

"I...I am..."

You staggered out from beside the stone pillar, your shoulders hunched, your head bowed, and that timid, submissive look returned to your face.

The woman in the red dress glanced down at you.

[Without even a word, a crimson spiritual rope shot out from nowhere, wrapped around your body, and tightened abruptly.]

The next moment, you are suddenly lifted off the ground.

"Ah!!! Help!"

Screams echoed throughout the square.

The woman in the red dress dragged you along, heading straight for the mountain peak without looking back, her screams echoing deep into the blood-red mountains...

【"Bang!"】

You were carelessly thrown on the ground, almost falling flat on your face.

After regaining your balance, you cautiously moved further into the corner.

The scene before you, however, takes your breath away.

The room was lavishly decorated, with a faint scent of perfume in the air. Most importantly, several pieces of women's undergarments were casually hanging on the screen.

This is clearly that sorceress's boudoir.

Your heart skipped a beat. Could it be... that she's taken a liking to you?

[That despicable demonic sect! How could they be so licentious and immoral? If we weren't currently powerless to do so, we would surely slaughter them all!]

"What are you thinking about?"

A cold voice fell from above.

You instinctively look up, only to meet a pair of eyes that are filled with a mocking gaze.

The woman in the red dress leaned against the wooden table, one hand supporting her chin, the other casually fiddling with her teacup, seemingly observing you with indifference.

After a moment of stunned silence, you blushed and lowered your head.

【"Heh~"】

The woman in the red dress chuckled softly, and a delicate fragrance wafted over.

Before you could even back away, two icy fingers pinched your chin and slowly lifted your face.

"Why don't you dare to watch anymore?"

The woman was standing very close, close enough that you could see the curve of her eyelashes.

You clearly caught the fleeting look of satisfaction in the woman's eyes.

"I...Fairy Sister...I..."

You opened your mouth, your Adam's apple bobbed, but you stammered and couldn't utter a coherent sentence.

Her whole body turned bright red, like a boiled shrimp.

"Hehehe~ Interesting, so interesting!"

The woman in the red dress laughed heartily, her bosom heaving with each laugh.

Your gaze involuntarily swept over it.

[Wow, they're really powerful!]

"Want to touch it?"

You froze for a moment, then slowly raised your eyes, meeting her gaze which held a half-smile.

"No... I can't watch anymore."

You quickly stepped back, creating a safe distance.

This is practically a death trap question.

If you say you want to, she'll most likely slap you to death, accusing you of being incredibly audacious.

Even if you say you don't want to, she'll still slap you to death, accusing you of being ungrateful.

This question cannot be answered at all.

You don't want to completely break off relations and then waste time finding a new identity.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

The woman in the red dress reached out and pinched your cheek.

"Sister is going to take a bath first. You stay here and wait patiently."

She rose and walked towards the screen, her slender waist swaying. Halfway there, she suddenly turned her head and winked at you.

"You're allowed to peek, okay?"

You stared blankly at the other person's departing figure, a flash of understanding crossing your eyes.

[So there's this "allowing peeks" trick too; truly, one shouldn't underestimate the heroes of the world.]

We cultivators live and learn until we die...

[After an incense stick has burned.]

On the airship, feeling the wind whistling past your ears, you stare blankly at the woman in the red dress sitting across the table, wondering what this was all about.

"Fairy sister, where are you taking me?"

After hesitating for a long time, you finally seemed to have made up your mind and mustered up the courage to ask.

"I thought the young man could hold back~"

The woman in the red dress chuckled softly.

"Have you heard of the Gokudo Sect?"

【"No."】

[You answer honestly.]

"Hmm, that's good, I'll take you to the Extreme Dao Sect to cultivate immortality."

Upon hearing this, your eyes flickered slightly. A mere Foundation Establishment peak cultivator could actually lead your Extreme Dao Sect?

[It seems this woman has a very special identity.]

The "Rewind" hashtag has cooled down, so let's not rush it and play along a bit more.

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