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

With your current spiritual power and accumulated foundation, you will naturally sweep through the competition.

[The final opponent is none other than your genius senior brother—Feng Yuan!]

"Junior Sister Lin, please enlighten me!"

The man standing opposite you has no emotion in his eyes, only a pure thirst for battle.

You nodded seriously. This person is a formidable enemy; his second-realm swordsmanship exerts a strong sense of pressure on you.

[Without intending to hide your strength, you blurred into two figures, attacking Feng Yuan simultaneously.]

"A clone?"

Feng Yuan frowned slightly.

No! These weren't simple clones; he sensed a real killing intent emanating from all three clones.

The next moment, without any fancy moves, he unleashed a powerful, domineering golden sword strike that seemed poised to sweep away everything in its path.

【"Sizzle!"】

With a soft sound, the two illusions vanished, but your figure had already leaped up, slashing down at Feng Yuan's head.

【"bite!"】

[As the swords clashed, Feng Yuan, who had intended to force you back with a single blow, suddenly narrowed his eyes. His body trembled slightly, and the sword almost slipped from his grasp.]

[That was incredibly powerful!]

Before he could retaliate, a scorching wave of air suddenly rushed towards him.

Fireball!

[Such fast casting speed! A clamor arose from the audience.]

"That's too sinister!"

"How can we cultivators behave like this?"

Some people despise your methods.

"Nonsense! Senior Sister Lin, with her first-realm swordsmanship, is going to fight a second-realm opponent head-on?"

"Not bad, we sword cultivators need to use our brains a bit more."

"That's right, that's right."

Feng Yuan, however, paid no heed to the commotion below the stage. His gaze sharpened, and he completely suppressed his casual demeanor, the longsword in his hand humming softly.

The spiritual energy within his body transformed into sword energy and surged forth, unleashing a single sword strike.

【"Whoosh!"】

The formidable fireball was easily shattered, but the sharp sword energy showed no sign of dissipating, continuing its slash towards you.

You sighed inwardly.

[Your fireball technique has reached its peak and can be cast instantly, but against a swordsman like Feng Yuan with such offensive power, it's clearly ineffective.]

Several more fireballs appeared out of thin air and suddenly fell forward, while you were forced to retreat rapidly, leaving a trail of afterimages.

At that very moment, Feng Yuan, who had remained motionless, suddenly lunged forward. His longsword flashed with golden light, tearing through the air as several sharp slashes cleaved through the fireball, simultaneously sealing off all your escape routes.

"We're going to lose."

Lin Bufan, watching from the sidelines, sighed softly.

These two were people he had absolutely no chance of defeating in his current state, but there was no fear in his eyes; instead, a glimmer of fighting spirit rose in his heart.

"That's not necessarily true."

The old man's voice echoed in his mind.

【"teacher?"】

Lin Bufan was somewhat surprised. The teachers usually disregarded such competitions; why were they speaking up today?

"The footwork that little girl used looks somewhat familiar to me. Upon closer inspection, it turns out to be a secret technique of the Central Plains Flowing Shadow Pavilion. I wonder how she obtained it and even cultivated it to the minor completion stage."

The old man felt a surge of surprise and doubt.

"And this senior sister?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Bufan's gaze remained fixed on the slender figure being attacked and surrounded in the arena.

"Just watch! If the secret techniques of the Flowing Shadow Pavilion were only at this level, they wouldn't have become the number one assassin force in Central Continent."

Sure enough, the moment the old man with the ring finished speaking, the figure on the arena was struck by several sword energies.

The Foundation Establishment referee on the sidelines showed no intention of intervening, and even Ling Shuanghua remained unmoved. Amidst the worried gazes of the spectating disciples, the figure slowly dissipated once more.

【"not good!"】

Feng Yuan's pupils contracted slightly, but the sound of something cutting through the air behind him was already approaching.

It was too late; he could only temporarily erect a spiritual energy barrier around himself.

【"Bang!"】

The barrier shattered with a crash, and a slender, pale fist, accompanied by a powerful gust of wind, slammed into Feng Yuan's back.

He staggered forward, a metallic taste in his throat, and before he could recover, the figure had already circled around to his side like a ghost, fingers like cold stars, aiming straight for a vital acupoint under his ribs.

Feng Yuan's heart skipped a beat; she hadn't even used her swordsmanship!

No wonder he couldn't sense even a trace of sword intent. What's even more alarming is that the opponent's spiritual sense is probably far stronger than his own; otherwise, how could he not detect even the slightest trace?

There's no escaping it!

Seeing this, Feng Yuan stopped and slashed his sword to the side.

Your eyes flickered slightly, your figure swayed subtly, and the slash once again swept past you, leaving only a fading afterimage.

【"Um!"】

A piercing pain shot through Feng Yuan's wrist as he gripped the sword; he groaned, and the sword fell to the ground.

【Clang~】

The crisp clang of metal echoed throughout the Sword Fighting Hall, signaling the end of what should have been a decisive battle.

This disciple, who had only been a student for a year, actually defeated the genius known as the greatest below Foundation Establishment cultivator in the history of Sword Fighting Peak.

Although it wasn't a life-or-death duel, and Feng Yuan held back somewhat during the battle, his record was still enough to make him stand out from the crowd.

"Senior Sister Lin!"

"Senior Sister Lin!"

Cheers erupted from the sidelines. You slowly straightened up, smiled slightly at the crowd, but were not satisfied.

[The victory was far too hard-won. Continuously using the advanced secret technique "Mirror Flower, Water Moon" nearly exhausted your spiritual energy. In the end, you only managed to succeed by taking advantage of a loophole in your divine sense and your powerful physique to launch a surprise attack.]

In reality, you're destined to dominate the game and solidify your status as a chosen one!

"Junior Sister Lin!"

You look up and see Feng Yuan staring intently at you.

"Please fight me one more time!"

【"Bang!"】

Suddenly, a pair of fair, beautiful legs entered your field of vision; Feng Yuan had already been kicked off the ring.

Ling Shuanghua slowly retracted her long leg and smiled slightly.

"Come on, junior sister, I'll take you to see the spirit beast that does backflips."

【...】

Four years later.

You sat quietly in the courtyard, dressed in a moon-white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), your long, black hair cascading over your shoulders.

Under the moonlight, your skin is like a piece of fine jade, radiating a warm and clear glow; your eyebrows and eyes are exquisitely beautiful, and your gaze sparkles like stars.

[She seemed like an elf who had mistakenly descended to the mortal world, radiant and untouched by worldly dust.]

[Your body refinement cultivation has reached the advanced stage of the first level. You find your physique becoming increasingly refined and well-proportioned. Your muscles, bones, skin, and flesh seem to be sculpted by an invisible hand, slowly transforming towards a state of perfect naturalness.]

The only pity is that there has been no significant breakthrough in swordsmanship; he has never been able to grasp that elusive spiritual essence.

According to Feng Yuan, there are generally two ways to achieve a breakthrough in swordsmanship.

The first method involves steady improvement through exceptional comprehension and diligent practice.

The second option is to kill!

The way of the sword is an innate path of killing; the more you kill, the more you can trample the bones of all the world's geniuses and rise above all swords.

"Junior sister, it's time to depart."

[Upon hearing Ling Shuanghua's telepathic message, your eyes brightened slightly.]

Now, the opportunity has arrived!

...