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

Shen Guanqi's understanding of formations can be divided into three levels.

It means seeing a mountain as a mountain, seeing a mountain as not a mountain, and seeing a mountain as a mountain again.

The specific interpretations correspond to:

The Realm of Pattern Making.

This is for beginners in formations, who mainly rely on rote memorization and gradually imitate the formations of senior cultivators.

At this level, array masters take an extremely long time to set up arrays, and they are helpless once the array is broken or the environment changes.

The Realm of Broken Patterns.

As array masters advance in rank and gain more knowledge, they will discover that array patterns are not static.

As long as one can decipher some of the mysteries of the array patterns, one can adapt the formation to the specific circumstances and the enemy.

The Realm of Returning Patterns.

This realm allows one to gain a preliminary understanding of the mysteries of heaven and earth, to unite with nature, and ultimately to achieve "forming an array with a single thought".

This was also the highest level that Shen Guanqi reached during his lifetime.

However, the flaws are also obvious. For formations whose power far exceeds her cultivation level, it is still necessary to set up the formation eyes and formation pieces in advance, which is why she failed to reach the top of the True Monarch Record.

In Lin Qingyu's view, it was clear that she hadn't learned it properly; simply put:

I still need to practice.

She stood up and stood by the pavilion with her hands behind her back.

With just one easy victory in Go, she was able to break through to the fourth level. Lin Qingyu is indeed a peerless genius!

"senior."

Ning Wanyu stood at the courtyard gate, looking at this awkward scene, unsure whether she should go in or not.

Lin Qingyu sat back down at the stone table without changing her expression. She was completely unmoved by this small scene.

As long as she's not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

"What should you call me?"

Lin Qingyu raised an eyebrow.

Ning Wanyu looked at her ambiguous gaze, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she twisted the hem of her clothes with both hands, her voice barely audible:

"My husband..."

Lin Qingyu nodded in satisfaction and patted the stone bench beside her.

"My lady, please come and sit down."

"My...husband, today is the Dragon Slaying Festival, which takes place once every ten years in Wangjiang City. The heads of all the major families in the city will be attending."

Ning Wanyu quietly took a few steps back, not daring to get too close.

Lin Qingyu reached out and lifted Xiao Hei, who was still lying on the stone table wondering about its fate, onto her shoulder. Then, without any politeness, she stepped forward, put her arm around Ning Wanyu's waist, and put on that wicked smile of a spoiled brat again.

"Then let's go play with them."

......

The Dragon Slaying Sacrifice is not actually about killing dragons, but about killing a monster called the Dragon Loach in the river.

This kind of monster has very low intelligence and acts solely on instinct, but its meat is extremely delicious.

Therefore, during the Dragon Slaying Festival, human cultivators would scatter bait that dragon loaches like to eat on the water's surface to lure them out, and then let the participating cultivators kill them.

As for the origin of this Dragon-Slaying Sacrifice?

"Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a wicked dragon that stirred up trouble in the Qinglong River and harmed countless human cultivators. Later, it was killed by a human sword immortal with a single sword strike."

Ning Wanyu sat down next to Lin Qingyu, picked up a spiritual fruit, and offered it to her lips.

Lin Qingyu glanced at Ning Yuan, who was gritting his teeth not far away, and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips. She reached out and pinched Ning Wanyu's cheek, which made Ning Wanyu scold her.

"Therefore, the cultivators along the Qinglong River designated this day as the Dragon Slaying Festival in order to commemorate this great human being."

"My Wanyu knows so much."

"Ugh~"

For the sake of her family, Ning Wanyu had no choice but to cooperate in a humiliating manner.

This made Ning Yuan, who had been watching this whole time, furious, his face turning red. He then glared fiercely at Liu Guanzhi, who was sitting quietly to the side, saying nothing.

"Today I will surely defeat you!"

"..."

No one answered.

what! ! !

Ning Yuan's face turned even redder.

Lin Qingyu glanced at him disdainfully, then her divine sense quietly spread across the entire riverbank.

Within the divine sense, the strongest cultivator was an old man in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. He had not cultivated any sophisticated techniques for concealing his aura, and his fluctuations in aura were very conspicuous.

This must be the head of the Xie family.

Another aura sat on the main seat of the makeshift platform on the riverbank; this person was also a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

However, this person was from the Tian family.

The Tian family is one of the three palaces and four clans of Chanming Prefecture, and they enjoy extremely high prestige in this area.

The distribution of power in Wangjiang City is not particularly complicated.

Aside from the Tian family, the host family, the Xie family, the Ning family, and the Liu family were the most powerful.

The three major families are all subordinate to the Tian family and must pay tribute to them every year, which is the basis for their ability to establish themselves here.

As for the Nascent Soul stage cultivator from the Wuxiang Tower mentioned by the old man, no trace of them has been found yet.

"Senior, do I really want to participate in this kind of competition?"

At that moment, Liu Guanzhi's voice came through his ear.

"Xiao Chang, according to the intelligence we currently have, we have absolutely no idea where that cultivator from the Formless Pavilion is."

Lin Qingyu earnestly and patiently advised:

"For such a grand ceremony, he might try some underhanded tactics behind the scenes. We need one person in the river and the other on the riverbank to ensure everything goes smoothly."

Liu Guanzhi: "..."

He felt that the other party was deceiving him, but he had no evidence.

Fine, I'll endure it for the sake of finding the Mystic Soul Ice Crystal...

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Xie, on successfully breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage and gaining another two thousand years of lifespan."

The elderly man in the main seat smiled and spoke in a loud voice.

The head of the Xie family was a robust old man, full of energy and with a ruddy complexion.

He burst into laughter upon hearing this, his voice booming:

"This is all thanks to the cultivation of the Tian family; otherwise, how would I have had the opportunity to glimpse the Nascent Soul stage?"

The old man surnamed Tian waved his hand and laughed:

"Thank you for your modesty, Fellow Daoist. Breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm is not something that can be achieved solely through resources; it depends more on your own good fortune."

That's true.

If the Nascent Soul realm could be reached simply by accumulating resources, then the major sects would have an abundance of Nascent Soul cultivators long ago.

However, the truth is that even in a place as resource-rich and spiritually abundant as Zhongzhou, Nascent Soul True Monarchs are by no means a rare sight.

The head of the Xie family smiled but remained silent.

Lin Qingyu frowned slightly, sensing a sense of incongruity about the burly old man.

Logically speaking, even if a Golden Core cultivator who is nearing the end of their lifespan breaks through to the Nascent Soul stage, their blood and energy will be extremely vigorous in the first few years after the breakthrough.

As a body cultivator, Lin Qingyu was particularly sensitive to qi and blood, and she could clearly see that the old man's qi and blood were already showing signs of depletion.

Something's not right, not at all. Something's definitely not right.

Unable to come up with a solution, Lin Qingyu could only bother Liu Guanzhi again.

"Xiao Chang, what do you think about this?"

After hearing her description, Liu Guanzhi's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a long while, he replied telepathically:

"This is not the method of the Formless Tower, but it is somewhat similar to the style of the Long Night Royal Court."

!!!

Okay.

I'm planning to take a vacation and pick up a Gu worm while I'm at it.

As soon as they stepped outside, they bumped into the Wuxiang Tower and the Changye Royal Court. It seems that the waters of Wangjiang City are much deeper than they imagined.

However... Lin Qingyu's slender fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes.

The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish. Am I afraid of water because I have a tendency to swim back?

...