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

You paused for a moment, carefully sensing the transformative sword intent.

The original sword intent was like a rigid puppet, requiring a great deal of effort to guide it, and it remained extremely stiff.

Now the puppets seem to have gained a soul; they require no manipulation, their swords pointing wherever the mind directs, and their power has increased exponentially.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

In the brief moment you were stunned, a dozen blood rats surrounded you again, charging at you fearlessly once more.

Your gaze flickered slightly, the longsword in your hand trembled softly as if singing, and with a casual swing, a white sword light rippled through the air like a circle.

【"Hiss~!"】

Before the voice faded, the surrounding blood rats suddenly stopped, then simultaneously split in two, spraying out a mist of blood as their severed bodies crashed to the ground.

The men in black who had been preparing to flee froze in place, staring at the scene in disbelief.

Even a peak Qi Refining expert couldn't withstand a single sword strike. Those extremely ferocious blood rats were like moths drawn to a flame before your blade, utterly powerless to resist and courting their own destruction.

"Not running anymore?"

Your voice suddenly rang out behind a man dressed in black.

His pupils contracted sharply, and as he stared intently, he discovered that the figure that had been more than ten feet away had vanished into thin air.

But he had no chance to speak. A gleaming, cold sword tip emerged from his chest, drops of blood dripping from the blade, icy and chilling.

[A second-realm swordsmanship can even injure a Foundation Establishment cultivator, let alone your body refinement, which has reached the high level of the first stage. Facing these low-level blood rats, you are completely invincible.]

[Next, under the stunned gazes of your fellow disciples, your figure moved like a ghost through the forest, carrying out a brutal and inhumane massacre.]

The blood rat's fearless instinct has saved you a lot of trouble.

When your three teammates arrived, they saw you sitting on a boulder, leaning on your longsword.

The surrounding area was littered with layers upon layers of blood-soaked rat carcasses, exuding a chilling aura.

"Waaaaah~ I'm blown away by my senior sister's coolness again."

The slender female teammate quickly came to your side and hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from your face.

Do you remember her name, Zhou Xiaonuan?

Your white clothes were already soaked dark red with blood, the tears revealing shocking patches of pure white. Your hair was disheveled, clinging to your sweat-dampened forehead and neck.

At this moment, your eyes are weary, your posture languid, yet amidst your disheveled state, a heart-wrenching, broken beauty shines through.

As her movements became more vigorous, a strange, sweet fragrance filled your nostrils, unconsciously easing your tense nerves.

A casual glance revealed that Zhou Xiaonuan was already nestled in your arms.

But you were indeed exhausted at the moment. Seeing her earnestly wiping the bloodstains off your body, you didn't stop this pure care from your junior sister, and peacefully enjoyed these small gestures.

After all, there are certain situations where one might forget how to use a cleansing technique...

In mid-air, the two figures engaged in fierce combat simultaneously ceased their fighting, their auras surging as if they were preparing some powerful attack.

The person entangled in malevolent energy seemed to sense the situation below and forcibly withdrew their attack at the last moment. Their body coiled, transforming into a streak of blood-red light, so fast it almost tore through the line of sight, and vanished into the horizon in an instant.

[Ran away?]

[You raised an eyebrow, clearly admiring this approach, much like a certain Daoist patriarch who retreated without certainty, understanding that preserving one's life is the ultimate secret of cultivation.]

[But that blood-red light must be the famous Blood Escape Technique, right?]

You feel that this skill is destined for you.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Heavenly Profound Sword Sect didn't give chase; instead, he landed and came directly in front of you.

The light faded, revealing a dignified-looking middle-aged man.

"Okay, okay!"

The admiration in his eyes was undisguised. Despite being high in the sky, the powerful divine sense of a Foundation Establishment cultivator allowed him to witness your entire battle.

Having said that, he took a jade bottle from his robes and handed it over.

Seeing the doubt on your face, the middle-aged man smiled slightly:

"A top-tier, first-grade elixir, the Spirit Restoration Pill, can quickly restore a cultivator's spiritual power."

"Thank you, Martial Uncle!"

[Those who cultivate Qi to reach the Foundation Establishment stage usually address each other as "Shishu" (Master Uncle), but Ling Shuanghua is an exception, since most beautiful female cultivators don't like the title "Shishu."]

Without hesitation, you took the pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

The next moment, the powerful medicinal effects dissolved within your body, and within a few breaths, your spiritual energy was almost fully restored, even your fatigue was greatly reduced.

Seeing your decisive and magnanimous actions, the man's admiration deepened.

Just as I was about to say something, a startled exclamation suddenly came from afar:

【"Help!"】

Your lips twitched slightly, and that sound...

Soon, a figure dressed in tattered clothes, resembling a beggar, rushed out of the forest. Your unease intensified; you were right—it was Lin Bufan.

[It seems you've offended something you can't handle. After you stood up, you involuntarily took a few steps back.]

[And then, without hesitation, pulled Zhou Xiaonuan, who was still swooning in your arms, behind you.]

"Uncle-Master, save me!"

After rushing out of the dense forest, Lin Bufan scanned the surroundings, finally fixing his gaze on the middle-aged man.

"Come here quickly!"

The middle-aged man's face darkened, his gaze fixed intently on what was behind Lin Bufan.

[“Boom!”]

The earth began to tremble, and a giant blood rat, about five meters tall, charged wildly, moving with incredible speed, bursting out of the dense forest and appearing before the group in the blink of an eye.

"Late Stage Two!"

The middle-aged man uttered a few words with an embarrassed expression, causing the expressions of all the cultivators present to change.

"This... Senior Sister!"

Zhou Xiaonuan stiffly tugged at your sleeve, her face pale.

Even your hand holding the sword trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the suppression of your life level.

[Although both are late-stage Tier 2, this Blood Rat is far stronger than the Silver-Armored Crocodile in that secret realm.]

"Uncle-Master, can you handle this?"

You patted your infatuated junior sister's hand and looked at the giant blood rat in the distance, its expression one of human-like mockery.

"We can't beat them."

【…】

The middle-aged man's honesty momentarily left you speechless, so you turned your gaze to a certain chosen one who was secretly retreating.

"Junior Brother Lin, where are you going?"

Lin Bufan paused, a look of embarrassment crossing his face.

"Senior sister, I'm just a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator; I'm afraid I can't be of much help."

"So how did you escape its pursuit?"

When he seemed about to say something more, you waved him off.

"Use whatever methods you have at once; cooperating with your martial uncle to kill it is the only way."

[Then, a gentle smile appeared on your pretty face:]

"Junior Brother Lin, you don't want your fellow disciples to suffer undeservedly because of you, do you?"

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