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

After a conversation.

Upon hearing about the Xuan Yuan Ascension Fruit, Ling Shuanghua's face darkened completely. She gritted her teeth, wishing she could drag Lin Qingyu over and give her a good scolding.

But looking at that stunningly beautiful face, her anger was suddenly blocked in her heart, and she couldn't vent it no matter what she did. In the end, she turned her anger on her own husband.

"Grandpa's blaming you!"

Qingming Zhenren: "..."

He glared at his granddaughter with annoyance, and after a moment of silence, he spoke:

"Qingyu, the Xuan Yuan Ascension Fruit is not without a way to remedy the situation, but it will take time to find several rare spiritual herbs."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingyu was somewhat surprised.

After all, the old man didn't say these things in the simulation. Could it be related to her swordsmanship talent "improving" again?

"Then I will trouble you, Master."

Lin Qingyu didn't make any excuses to refuse, after all, it would seem too hypocritical to say no at this time, since she would accidentally break through to the Foundation Establishment stage soon anyway.

Having said that, Lin Qingyu rose from the futon and bowed to Qingming Zhenren, saying:

"Master, today is the ten-year grand competition, and I intend to go and give it a try."

"Well, your cultivation level has improved by leaps and bounds. It would be good for you to hone your skills in the Grand Competition."

Master Qingming nodded slightly, then waved his hand.

"Alright, alright, neither of you is giving me any peace of mind. Let's all go."

As they walked up the mountainside, Ling Shuanghua's expression remained unpleasant, her lips tightly pressed together, looking very angry.

Lin Qingyu chuckled inwardly.

This senior sister, who is in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, is already in her sixties or seventies, but her personality is no different from that of a teenage girl.

As Ling Shuanghua was walking briskly with her head held high, she suddenly felt a chill on her arm. Looking to the side, she saw that the girl had quietly approached her, and an elegant jade hairpin was gently resting against her forearm.

Ling Shuanghua was taken aback at first, but then her sharp eyes caught a faint blush creeping up the girl's ears.

Oh? The aloof junior sister can be shy?

She slightly raised the corners of her lips, but her face remained tense, and she raised an eyebrow in a feigned indifference:

"Junior sister, what are you doing?"

Upon hearing this, the tips of the aloof girl's ears turned even redder, but she stubbornly remained silent, simply pushing the hairpin forward once more.

Knowing her personality, Ling Shuanghua didn't make things difficult for her anymore. She snorted, took the hairpin, and immediately started gesturing with it in her hair, her smugness and joy barely concealed in her eyes.

Lin Qingyu looked at the late Foundation Establishment cultivator who had been easily appeased by her with a simple hairpin, and was at a loss for how to feel.

Tsk~ a lowly senior sister.

...

The appearance of a beautiful woman always attracts attention, let alone two of them.

Fortunately, Lin Qingyu was already used to such scenes, and Ling Shuanghua was always arrogant, never bothering to look at anyone except those who were stronger or better looking than her.

After registering, Lin Qingyu was taken to the best viewing spot by Ling Shuanghua, the deputy captain of the enforcement team, who abused her power for personal gain.

Leaning back in his comfortable seat, Lin Qingyu couldn't help but sigh to himself, "Does this count as living off a beautiful woman?"

"Yes, junior sister, that's the boy who made the deal with senior sister."

Upon hearing Ling Shuanghua's words, Lin Qingyu followed her gaze to the arena.

It really is Xiao Fanzi.

Watching him send an opponent of the same level off the stage with a single punch, Ling Shuanghua raised an eyebrow at the girl.

What do you think?

Lin Qingyu replied with three words without changing her expression.

"We still need to practice."

Lin Qingyu is certainly qualified to say that now, after all, she is far ahead of this chosen one.

"Hey!"

Ling Shuanghua choked, her beautiful eyes widening in surprise.

"Then I'd like to see just how much you've improved in the past six months, Junior Sister."

During the six months that Lin Qingyu was cultivating in the sect, Ling Shuanghua would often spar with her in swordsmanship when she had no missions.

She knew the girl in front of her was a genius, but she couldn't underestimate the many prodigies in the Sword Sect!

Lin Qingyu only wanted to show off in front of others, so she remained silent. When she sparred with Ling Shuanghua, she would naturally hide a little bit of her fighting strength.

"Next match, Lin Qingyu will face Feng Yuan."

Ok?

Lin Qingyu was somewhat surprised to hear the matchup list.

The final battle that was originally scheduled to take place in the timeline turned out to be the first match for the late-stage Refinement group.

Then she could only apologize to Brother Feng.

Lin Qingyu glanced at Ling Shuanghua, who was gloating beside her, and then her figure flashed repeatedly, landing on the arena in the blink of an eye.

She wanted to establish herself as a prodigy, so apart from her cultivation level and some relatively private techniques, she naturally had to fully display her other talents.

After all, Lin Qingyu has no masochistic tendencies and doesn't like being mocked or ridiculed by others at any time.

Feng Yuan, who had been waiting on the stage, narrowed his eyes slightly. That speed just now...

And why does the name "Lin Qingyu" sound familiar?

Lin Bufan, sitting in the audience, had already exploded.

"Master! Master! It's only been a year! How did she reach the late stage of Qi Refining?"

"Yes, it's the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining."

Lin Bufan felt like the sky had fallen.

His competitive spirit was no less than anyone else's. This genius girl, who entered the sect with him and whose reputation spread like wildfire after joining, was already regarded by him as a target that he had to defeat personally.

But why do I feel so powerless now?

"Don't panic. This girl must have taken some kind of heaven-defying spiritual substance to forcibly boost her cultivation level. Such shortcuts will inevitably have consequences."

The old man with the ring spoke with certainty, as if he had witnessed it himself.

"Moreover, her shortcut to breaking through to a higher realm means her combat strength must be... Holy crap!"

On the arena at this moment...

"Senior Brother Feng, I'll give you one chance to make a move."

Lin Qingyu spoke calmly, as if the person opposite her was the challenger.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuan frowned slightly. Seeing that the girl's expression was serious and not joking, he no longer hesitated.

After all, for him, everything should be judged by its outcome.

If the other party is stronger than you, it's understandable for them to look down on you; otherwise, there's no point in saying anything more.

His right hand slowly pressed onto the hilt of the sword, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a sharp sword intent shot out, heading straight for Lin Qingyu's face.

"Hiss~"

A series of gasps of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

"Senior Brother Feng is a true man. Faced with such a delicate beauty, he actually used a killing move."

However, faced with such a sword strike, Lin Qingyu simply stood still, her long sword not even drawn, and lightly touched a certain spot of the sword light.

"Ding~"

With a crisp, clear clang, Feng Yuan's sword strike abruptly halted, and the entire sword light instantly became disordered.

"Click~"

Then, to the astonishment of the entire audience, it shattered into pieces, eventually transforming into a shower of light that slowly vanished into the air.

"Should we continue?"

Looking at the scabbard that had somehow ended up pressed against his heart, Feng Yuan slowly shook his head, then stared intently at the girl in front of him.

"Junior sister...no! Senior sister, can you teach me swordsmanship?"

Lin Qingyu: "..."

A true sword fanatic...

The entire audience was in an uproar; no one could understand how Feng Yuan had lost with that sword strike.

But they knew that the champion of the late-stage Qi Refining group had already been decided after the first round of competition.

Lin Qingyu remained calm, her fingertips lightly brushing the hem of her clothes, as if brushing away a tiny speck of dust.

She walked calmly and straight toward the platform, as if everything was so natural that it could not disturb her emotions in the slightest.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

He left all the sword cultivators with only an unfathomable silhouette.

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