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

[The maid walked straight through the corridor and stopped in front of a carved wooden door.]

She glanced at you quickly, a flicker of fear in her eyes, then gently pushed open the door, stepped aside, and dared not look at you again.

You didn't stop walking; you went straight into the room.

【"Bang!"】

The door behind them closed with a click.

You look up and see a man dressed in black sitting around a round table in the room. But after seeing his face clearly, you are immediately disappointed.

The man appeared to be around thirty years old, with a thin face, slightly high cheekbones, and a pair of narrow, triangular eyes that revealed shrewdness and calculation—perfect for the image of a villain.

[It's just that his appearance is too ugly, what a pity.]

[Upon entering the room, you stood rooted to the spot, your eyes lowered, your shoulders trembling slightly, and your fingertips gripping your sleeve tightly, clearly showing your fear.]

"Don't be afraid, come here."

The man's eyes lit up the moment he saw you.

His voice was hoarse, but surprisingly, there was no hint of impatience in his tone; clearly, your appearance had spurred him to be more patient.

You moved cautiously, taking a long time to reach the table. Your eyes were already red, but you stubbornly held back your tears.

"Why are you crying?"

The man frowned, then spoke arrogantly:

"I am a Foundation Establishment cultivator and an outer sect manager of the Joyful Union Sect. My ancestor was also an Elder of the Joyful Union Sect, the Forget-Worry True Man, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator. Do you think I would mistreat you if you followed me?"

Upon closer inspection, the man's gaze became even more intense.

He never expected that a routine assessment would lead him to encounter such a stunning beauty.

You scoffed inwardly, thinking, "What a good-for-nothing who only knows women."

[This person is arguably the weakest Foundation Establishment cultivator you've ever encountered. Even the old man from the Wang family, whom you killed with a single sword strike, was significantly stronger than him.]

If he hadn't actually reached the Foundation Establishment stage and his physical body hadn't undergone the baptism of innate energy, you'd almost suspect that he should have died long ago in the arms of a woman.

[His yang energy was so depleted that he was even weaker than some cultivators at the peak of Qi Refining.]

[But being a descendant of the Golden Core cultivator, you didn't choose to act rashly.]

【"Um..."】

You responded softly, tears finally welling in your eyes, and you began to sob gently.

"Huh? What's going on?"

The sight of the beautiful woman shedding tears softened Yan Laosan's heart, and his initial wariness vanished instantly.

He quickly got up and reached out to pull you into his arms, wanting to comfort you.

But just as he reached out, he suddenly froze on the spot.

A fair, jade-like hand gripped his throat with lightning speed, the force so strong that he couldn't move an inch.

Yan Laosan's heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to activate his spiritual power, the hand around his neck suddenly tightened. A powerful force, accompanied by a brute spiritual energy, slammed into his body. The spiritual energy within his meridians instantly stagnated, and the suffocating sensation made his vision blur.

"If you move again, I won't hesitate to send you on your way immediately."

A cold voice rang out, and an aura far surpassing his own swept over him. Yan Laosan froze, his hand, which was stealthily reaching for his storage bag, abruptly stopping, no longer daring to move an inch.

Even more deadly, a ghostly figure silently appeared behind them, exuding a chilling aura—clearly a Foundation Establishment level ghost!

The ghostly creature's ten fingers hovered above his head, its pale nails gleaming with a chilling light; a single, gentle touch would pierce his skull.

[A dead end.]

Only when he felt the hand on his neck loosen slightly did Yan Laosan cautiously lower his eyes to look at the woman in front of him.

[Completely different from the timid and hesitant demeanor she displayed when she first entered the room.]

At this moment, her gaze was calm, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, like that of a seasoned hunter surveying her prey from above.

"Fellow Daoist, may I ask when I offended you?"

Yan Laosan searched through his memories but couldn't find any connection to the woman before him, which made him somewhat frustrated.

Logically speaking, such a stunning beauty should have been remembered by him even if he had forgotten his ancestor.

"Just now, you wanted to sleep with me."

You spoke calmly.

【"this..."】

Yan Laosan was speechless for a moment. He wanted to say that he hadn't even encountered it, but looking at your cold eyes, he silently swallowed the words.

Seeing that you didn't immediately strike, his eyes darted around, and a fawning smile instantly appeared on his face.

"Then, fellow Daoist, how do you intend to resolve this matter?"

"Hand over your soul imprint, and I'll spare your life."

【"impossible!"】

Upon hearing this request, Yan Laosan's expression changed drastically, and his voice became several shrilly.

[To hand over the soul imprint? That would truly make one a prisoner, completely defenseless and at the mercy of others.]

He suppressed his panic and threatened, his voice trembling with fear:

"If you dare kill me, the Ancestor will never let you off!"

You lowered your eyelashes slightly, and after a moment, chuckled softly.

"That's not necessarily true."

Just as Yan Laosan was about to launch into a sarcastic remark, he saw you take out a token imbued with a powerful aura. Purple light flowed across its surface, and the character "欢" (huan, meaning joy) in the center was particularly dazzling. His eyes widened in shock.

"How did you come across the Love Token?"

"As a member of the Joyful Union Sect, how could you not understand what this token represents?"

Seeing that he had calmed down, you slowly released him and threw him to the ground, but those ghostly claws followed like a shadow, instantly pressing against his throat again.

"Naturally, it was on the secret orders of a certain elder."

[The Joyful Union Token, in a sense, directly represents the presence of a Golden Core elder and can even mobilize some members of the Joyful Union Sect.]

[Of course, you wouldn't dare use this token within the sect. Wouldn't that be tantamount to directly shouting at Master Ziwei: "Not only do I have problems, but I also dare to swagger around right under your nose and show off my power. Come and destroy me!"]

But it's perfect for bluffing.

"What is that elder's purpose?"

[Yan Laosan was silent for a moment, then asked in a trembling voice.]

If a Golden Core elder were standing behind this woman, even if he were killed today, no one would seek justice for him.

[Those within the family know their own situation. He was merely a marginal figure in the Yan family. The only time he had an audience with the patriarch was decades ago when he was establishing his foundation.]

"Brother Yan, this is merely an internal sect struggle. As long as you follow my instructions, you will surely be freed within a hundred years."

You softened your voice slightly and gently patted his shoulder.

"I, Shen Lianhuan, hereby swear an oath."

Upon hearing this, Yan Laosan's expression softened. Relaxing, his gaze involuntarily lingered on the fair, jade-like hand before him, and he involuntarily swallowed.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, can you grant me one request?"

"What are the conditions?"

"Can I cultivate with you once?"

[Yan Laosan looked devout.]

You smiled slightly, and without hesitation, punched him in the cheek.

【"Bang!"】

Yan Laosan was sent flying sideways, crashing into the wall before sliding down.

[You used a lot of force; although he didn't faint, half of his face is swollen and blood is seeping from the corner of his mouth.]

But instead of getting angry, he covered his cheeks and started giggling foolishly.

"Hehehe, Fairy Shen touched me..."

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