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

"Wan Yu, is this the gigolo you picked?"

A sarcastic voice, undisguised, suddenly burst in, shattering the previously harmonious atmosphere in the Ning family.

Lin Qingyu, who was enjoying the service of the beauty, remained expressionless, only lazily raising her eyes to glance at them.

The leader was a young man dressed in black, with fairly decent looks, but the contempt and disdain in his eyes were almost overflowing.

He approached the Ning family members, crossed his arms, and raised his chin slightly, adopting an arrogant and condescending attitude.

"Xie Song, it's none of your business how the Ning family conducts itself."

Before Lin Qingyu could speak, Ning Yuan became anxious.

He can accept his own failures, but he will never allow anyone to insult the person he loves!

"Heh~"

Xie Song sneered, his voice louder, as if he wanted everyone to hear.

"Wan Yu, instead of following this young man of unknown origin, why not come with me? Even as a concubine, you'll enjoy endless glamour!"

"Exactly, you can come with me too!"

"I don't mind."

"Hahaha~"

The Xie family cultivators behind him immediately joined in the commotion, their laughter grating.

Lin Qingyu's gaze fell on the Xie family's seats in the distance, where many people were constantly glancing in their direction.

A test?

"If you survive one of my attacks, consider yourselves lucky."

Lin Qingyu has never been the type to endure humiliation. In the simulation, she could tolerate things for the sake of her cultivation, but in this real world, how dare a few clowns jump around in front of her?

"What?"

Xie Song was stunned for a moment, and was just about to continue his provocation when his smile froze on his face.

Lin Qingyu remained motionless, her fingertips, wreathed in spiritual light, gently tapping the table. Several bolts of purple lightning descended from the sky without warning.

"No! Elder, save me!"

Xie Song's voice was shrill, and his eyes were filled with terror; he had completely lost his previous arrogance and domineering attitude.

Among the group that followed, a figure completely shrouded in a black robe retreated madly towards the Xie family's camp without the slightest hesitation.

"Chieftain, save me!!!"

"Boom!"

Several bolts of lightning struck almost simultaneously, and before they could even scream, they were instantly swallowed by the lightning.

A cloud of dust dissipated.

All that remained were charred, deep pits; the people had vanished without a trace, reduced to ashes.

For a moment, the once lively Dragon Slaying Ceremony fell into a deathly silence, with only the sound of the river water lapping against the shore, making the atmosphere even more oppressive.

"What happened?"

Finally, it was the elderly man surnamed Tian on the platform who spoke, his tone tinged with displeasure.

Lin Qingyu stood up unhurriedly and bowed to the old man, saying:

"Senior, I am new here and do not know why these people provoked me for no reason, and even involved Wan Yu. I could not swallow this insult, so I taught them a lesson."

"..."

The old man surnamed Tian's brow twitched. His gaze swept over the pits that still retained wisps of lightning. Was this how you taught someone a lesson?

However, as a lower-level cultivator, if you dare to provoke a higher-level cultivator, you should be prepared to die.

He also deeply despised those monks who lacked respect for hierarchy.

"In that case, let's not do it again."

The old man waved his hand, and amidst the incredulous gazes of the crowd, he simply brushed it off.

The heads of the three major families were not surprised by this.

This young man's origins are unknown. He is already a peak Golden Core cultivator at a young age and possesses such powerful lightning techniques. He may be a descendant of a reclusive family or a prodigy of a major sect.

He was a Nascent Soul cultivator who was halfway to the grave. He came to this remote town to make money, so of course he wouldn't get involved in this kind of thing.

It was just a few Foundation Establishment cultivators and one early Golden Core cultivator who died; it was no big deal.

Moreover, now that this young man is the son-in-law of the Ning family, it will be even more difficult for the Tian family to make a move.

Unlike the Ning family, who were filled with admiration, the Xie family was in an uproar.

"Master, please kill this brat!"

"Yes, otherwise how will my Xie family establish itself in Wangjiang City?"

The burly old man slammed down his teacup, his gaze sweeping lightly over the group of clansmen whose faces were filled with resentment.

For a moment, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Kill him? Do you think the Liu family will just sit and wait to be killed?"

Now that he has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, the other two families naturally do not want to see the Xie family become the only dominant force. Most importantly, the Tian family will not allow him to go on a killing spree.

Several elders at the Golden Core stage instantly understood his meaning and fell silent.

Only a group of young cultivators remained, still staring angrily in the direction of the Ning family.

"Thank you, my husband~"

Ning Wanyu offered a cup of tea with both hands, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Oh? A verbal thank you isn't enough."

Lin Qingyu chuckled mischievously, reached out and gently lifted her chin, causing the woman to give her a shy and timid glare.

Gaa gaa gaa~

Teasing such an innocent female cultivator is truly one of life's greatest pleasures!

But Ning Yuan's gaze towards the two men was filled with humiliation, resentment, and a profound sense of powerlessness...

"The Dragon-Slaying Sacrifice is a sacrifice, first to the departed souls, and second to the Sword Immortal."

As a woman dressed in an elaborately patterned robe ascended the riverside altar and loudly chanted a strangely melody, the river surface erupted into a frenzy.

"The Dragon Slaying Festival begins!"

After those words were spoken, the riverbank was quiet for a moment, and then countless streaks of light fell towards the river like shooting stars.

The cultivators unleashed various magical artifacts, and colorful spiritual lights intertwined on the river surface, creating quite a lively scene for a time.

Amidst the churning river water, Lin Qingyu was finally able to clearly see what the dragon loach looked like.

Its overall shape is quite similar to that of a loach, but upon closer inspection, it looks even more ferocious.

Its entire body is covered with fine, grayish-brown scales that are extremely hard. When a Foundation Establishment cultivator's flying sword strikes it, it often only leaves a shallow white mark.

Its eyes are scarlet, and two long, fleshy whiskers grow from its cheeks, which is probably the origin of its name "dragon loach".

Lin Qingyu leaned back leisurely in her chair, watching the cultivators fighting bloody battles on the river, feeling a mix of emotions.

She still vividly remembers the scene of standing in Luofeng City, where she was at the mercy of high-level cultivators. Now, she can stand on the platform and look down at the scenery below.

At the age of twenty-nine, he had already reached the level of a senior.

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