Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

[You chat idly with Xu Kun, trying to deflect the attention of those around you.]

[With a pure and serene heart, he rejected the luxurious pleasure boats and the alluring arms of the young ladies who beckoned, "Young master, come and play!"]

Ultimately, three parties were identified.

[One group is reciting poetry and painting on the shore; a few young men and women are enjoying a leisurely spring outing.]

[A quiet and elegant pleasure boat, yet it exudes an air of decadent luxury.]

[Formless and traceless, ever-changing, hidden in the darkness, yet casting a gaze upon us.]

Your gaze is lowered, indifferent to the curious or probing glances around you.

[Consider which of these three parties to approach first.]

[Upon arriving ashore, I joined the poetry club.]

You certainly have plenty of confidence.

After all, you have another hidden identity.

Li Weifu, courtesy name Hexin, sobriquet Shangzhao Jushi.

[A casual remark, yet it becomes a chapter that has captivated the world for millennia.]

[The second option is to board the painted boat.]

[Let's forget about that; it's too bright and sunny for that.]

Should we go ashore, or search for that mysterious person?

Without much hesitation, you chose the most direct method.

[His gaze lifted, and the shattered mirror-like eyes flickered with a mysterious light, discerning the profound mysteries of dismantling, leaving even the void itself fragmented and riddled with holes.]

[Buzz...]

The sword intent emanating from the character "诛" (zhu, meaning "to kill") permeated the air, its overwhelming killing intent roaring like an enraged dragon. This invisible force tore through the surface of the azure river, unleashing towering waves.

Hidden in the shadows, observing your figure, a chill ran down my spine.

The deadly crisis filled him with dread.

He sensed the approach of death.

"Who is this person? How can they possess such terrifying sword intent, and be so unreasonable!"

The figure in black, clad in a darting outfit, shifted and changed movements like a ghost.

Emerging from the darkness, it conjured more than ten illusory images in the air, attempting to deceive the sword intent's attack.

The result was futile.

He discovered that he was completely exposed to that sword intent, his defenses rife with weaknesses.

Life and death are determined by the other party's single thought.

The strange phenomenon on the river surface suddenly erupted, catching everyone off guard.

The guards on the merchant ship appeared one after another, but upon sensing the sword intent, they instinctively hid again.

[They quickly ordered the helmsman to change course, avoiding the battle between the gods.]

The young men and women strolling on the shore, accompanied by their retainers, were also astonished.

[Disregarding everything else, she grabbed her young master and fled at top speed, fearing being implicated.]

Only a few young men and women, resembling noble ladies, revealed their auras, attempting to resist the lingering power of the sword intent.

[Pfft pfft pfft!]

Crimson blood gushed forth like a fountain.

These individuals, upon first touching the sword's intent, were filled with regret, feeling excruciating pain as if their entire bodies were being pierced.

[He was powerless to resist with any of his abilities and was instantly sent flying backward, severely injured.]

"Sir, we have no enmity whatsoever, why would you kill me!"

The man, suspended in mid-air, his illusory form instantly obliterated by the sword intent.

[Invisible energy, like countless long swords, hovered around him, blocking all his escape routes.]

[If he scores another point, he will be utterly annihilated, body and soul.]

His roar was filled with terror, anger, confusion, and despair.

[Finally, they used their trump card.]

"I am Han Shen, an elder of the Demonic Sect. I beg you to show mercy!"

Han Shen revealed his family background, hoping to use the intimidation of the Demonic Sect to make this mysterious powerhouse hold back.

As long as I survive, there will be plenty of opportunities for revenge later.

"An elder of the Demonic Sect?"

You stand with your hands behind your back, gazing at the figure locked in mid-air by wisps of energy.

A smile curved his lips, and his eyes shone with a deep, unfathomable light.

"We're killing members of the Demonic Sect!"

[You wield the Thunder Seal, ready to eliminate demons and promote good as the current Daoist disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion.]

[As I approached, I thought of my own pitch-black lightning.]

[It seems even more demonic than the Demonic Sect.]

Therefore, the Thunder Seal transformed into a sword finger and lightly pointed out.

[Clang!]

[The sword intent of "Zhu" (诛) is transformed from a direct, drawn sword thrust, embodying only "recklessness" (莽), which, in the mode of the red-haired old monster, is deduced through boundless enlightenment.]

[It borrowed the power to kill one's master.]

[This is arguably the most ferocious sword intent in the world.]

Han Shen felt the shadow of death looming over him, utterly powerless to resist.

[The only thing left is to close your eyes in despair.]

[Buzz...]

A distorted force field was released, enveloping the area above the canal.

A strange force spread out, causing the river water to form chaotic whirlpools.

"Sigh... Why must you be so aggressive, young master?"

Gentle, alluring, radiant, reserved, timid.

[A voice, brimming with captivating charm, begins to play.]

A figure that seemed to dim the very heavens and earth hovered above the river, blocking the destructive force of the "Execution" sword intent.

The woman, dressed in a magnificent palace gown that accentuated her ethereal beauty, lightly touched the air with her bare feet.

Her beauty is as striking as an oil painting, captivating the heart with every glance.

Upon seeing the newcomer, you sheathed your sword.

A smile appeared on his face.

[It's actually an old acquaintance. No wonder the aura on the pleasure boat I sensed earlier was so similar to my own disordered force field.]

The one who arrived was none other than Gong Si.

[The youthful and beautiful Gong Si, so tender and fresh-faced, was only sixteen years old.]

Based on memory from the previous two simulations.

In the tenth year, in Jinlin City, Gong Si will chase after the brothers Pang Hai and Xu Hui, fighting so fiercely that the celestial phenomena will be distorted.

[In the last simulation, Pang Hai and Xu Hui also mentioned that Gong Si was at the half-step Celestial Realm at that time.]

[An eighteen-year-old near-celestial being, no wonder he's hailed as the most outstanding successor in the history of the Demonic Sect.]

Gong Si is only sixteen now.

[Still bound by the shackles of his physical body, he is at the peak of the Six Realms Palace.]

[Judging from the fact that she was able to block his "Execution" sword intent by relying on the disordered force field.]

[We have already touched upon a wisp of the profound mysteries of the celestial realm.]

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to block the combined attack of the Mirror-Shattering Eye and the Sword Intent of Slaughter.

[Truly a genius!]

What were you doing when you were sixteen?

Oh, lying on a coffin lid.

Your gaze shifted from the pawn to Gong Si's face.

[An undisguised scrutiny.]

Gong Si wasn't coy at all; she was a demonic enchantress from the Demonic Sect, even though she was only sixteen.

The knowledge stored in one's mind, even if it's just theoretical discussion, can easily overwhelm any opponent.

But Gong Si found it strange.

[This person's eyes... do I know him?]

Otherwise, why would it imply this?

[You're comparing the sixteen-year-old version of Gong Si with her future adult version.]

While their physical appearance hasn't changed much, their overall demeanor and temperament are somewhat different.

The current Gong Si is still outwardly alluring, but the future Gong Si will be alluring to the very core.

[Every gesture and movement distorts the order through disruptive force fields.]

[Despite presenting the world with scenes of terror and destruction, it evokes a captivating beauty.]

You gather your thoughts and speak with a soft laugh.

"It wasn't that I was being aggressive, but rather that I sensed malice in the shadows and acted instinctively."

Han Shen, having narrowly escaped death, was secretly relieved to see Gong Si appear.

Hearing your words, I was speechless and felt even more wronged.

[Was there malice in your gaze?]

He's a member of the Demonic Sect! The Demonic Sect, you know!

[If you look at people with kindness, what kind of demonic sect are you?]