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

【"furious!"】

A cold snort rang out.

You look up and see four somewhat disheveled figures standing at the edge of the basin.

The man who spoke was burly, with a scar running down his bronze neck to his ear. His eyes were unabashedly fixed on you, the lust in them undisguised.

"Now obediently hand over your storage bag, kneel down and kowtow, and then... hehe! If I'm in a good mood then, I might spare your life."

The previously noisy crowd fell silent instantly, all eyes turning to the warrior who had spoken, their gazes filled with indescribable emotions.

At that moment, two streaks of light landed beside you. As the light faded, they revealed Cao Qing and Han Xuan.

However, their appearance at this moment was truly pitiful, especially the latter, whose once handsome face was swollen high, and whose robes were tattered and almost ragged.

"Cough~ We couldn't stop them, so we could only take advantage of the chaos to grab some."

Han Xuan coughed awkwardly and took out a jade bottle from his robes, handing it over.

Seeing that you narrowed your eyes slightly, he subconsciously took a step back. He had also heard what the scarred man said, and quickly replied:

"The fighting down there was really intense just now; none of them probably saw you kill anyone."

"Very good."

You accepted the jade bottle and nodded slightly.

Before the words were even finished, the net of fire in the sky plummeted straight down.

The dense forest instantly transformed into a sea of ​​fire. Even with your current cultivation level, the power of an attack unleashed by a spiritual weapon is still far inferior to that of a true Foundation Establishment cultivator.

[Especially these large-scale techniques, they are probably only slightly stronger than those at the peak of Qi Refining.]

[But you've already swept through the battlefield; less than one in ten Qi Refining Peak cultivators remain, and the fate of the remaining cultivators is predictable.]

【"ah!!!"】

As expected, screams and wails instantly erupted into a cacophony of cries.

"How dare you!"

The four men's expressions changed simultaneously, and the scarred man's gaze turned completely grim.

"What is there to be afraid of?"

You chuckled softly, your eyes filled with amusement.

[As you hear the screams around you, you can clearly sense that the tiny red dot suspended above your dantian is slowly expanding, gradually transforming into a translucent scarlet seed.]

With each act of slaughter, a crimson aura seemed to be drawn in, slowly merging into the killing.

As your Dao seed slowly grows, you feel your mind becoming increasingly clear. Unlike the ruthless Dao, which diminishes emotions, you are able to better control your own feelings.

[To have clear likes and dislikes, to be free from joy and anger, and to no longer be enslaved by emotions—this is the clarity of the Dao mind.]

Furthermore, as the Dao seed continues to grow stronger, many other wondrous things will emerge, and in the future, it may even become a sharp sword to sever inner demons.

"Kill this woman first!"

The four exchanged a glance, a faint light flashing beneath their feet, and simultaneously lunged towards you.

"You two... never mind, just live well."

[Without waiting for their reply, you tossed a Rejuvenation Pill into your mouth and, instead of retreating, advanced to meet the four's attack.]

【"court death!"】

Seeing your arrogance, the four men's faces lit up with joy, and the spells or magical artifacts in their hands shone brightly.

Before they could even make a move, your figure vanished from sight, reappearing less than ten feet in front of them.

The next instant, before the shock on their faces had faded, a crimson sword light completely engulfed their vision.

[“Sizzle... Ding~!”]

[Three of them, along with their magical artifacts, were cut in half at the waist with a single sword strike. Unless a Qi Refining cultivator possesses powerful abilities, they are nothing more than a matter of a single sword strike in your hands.]

The scarred man clearly had a special trump card; although he was forced back by the sword's edge, he suffered no real harm.

Your gaze fell upon the white armor, faintly glowing, beneath his tattered clothes.

"Second-tier spirit armor?"

【"good!"】

The scarred man feigned composure, but inwardly he was utterly terrified. How could he possibly know that your fighting prowess was so terrifying?

In a single exchange, three cultivators of similar strength and rank were already lying dead on the spot.

Although he was protected by spiritual armor, with that little spiritual energy, he couldn't activate it more than a few times.

Only now did he understand why the others had looked at him like that when he had uttered those arrogant words... they were clearly looking at a dead man.

[Outwardly strong, inwardly weak.]

[Your powerful divine sense, far surpassing that of a Qi Refining cultivator, allowed you to clearly perceive the opponent's declining aura. Immediately, you drew your longsword, preparing to strike again.]

【"etc!"】

Scarface staggered backward, repeatedly shouting for a halt.

"Fairy, I was just teasing you!"

Ignoring him completely, the sword in your hand suddenly blazed brighter, and you unleashed another horizontal slash!

【"boom--!"】

The scarred man was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into several ancient trees and snapping them in mid-air. He then hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Don't kill me! My maternal grandfather is a Golden Core cultivator!"

【"oh?"】

[You raised an eyebrow slightly, which meant you'd tone down your attack.]

【Cough cough cough!】

The scarred man coughed up blood a few times. After his breathing calmed down a bit, he looked at you, who was filled with murderous intent, and immediately said:

"It's true, my maternal grandfather was the city lord of a Xuan-level city, a Golden Core cultivator."

As he spoke, he took out a token from his storage bag and carefully held it up to you using his spiritual power.

You reached out and took it, and sure enough, you felt a profound and abyss-like aura emanating from it. Moreover, this city lord's token was genuine; no one would dare to take out a fake one here.

You tossed the token in your hand, then smiled sweetly under his anxious gaze.

Just as Scarface breathed a sigh of relief, your voice rang out again.

"Fine, hand over your storage bag and spirit armor. Consider it your money to save your life."

【"...good!"】

The scarred man hesitated only for a moment before gritting his teeth and agreeing.

You took the armor he handed you, cast two cleansing spells, and then put it into your storage bag.

"Fairy, then I will..."

Seeing that you accepted it, Scarface secretly breathed a sigh of relief, quietly retreated, and plastered a fawning smile on his face.

【"etc!"】

You gazed at him with a deep, wistful look.

"Have you forgotten something?"

【"ah?"】

The scarred man stood frozen in place.

"Think about what you asked of me when you met me. I'm always fair in my dealings."

Upon hearing this, he was first taken aback, then his face turned extremely pale.

[Hand over the storage bag, kneel and kowtow...]

Now that the boomerang has hit him, the scarred man realizes he can't accept it at all.

[Recalling the enormous water curtain and mirror reflecting everything here outside, his face instantly turned pale and then ashen.]

[Damn it! A man's knees are worth gold; I'd rather die than give them up...]

【"Zheng—!"】

["Thump!"]

The sound of a longsword being drawn had barely rang out when the scarred man had already knelt down on the ground with effortless grace...

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