Immortal Cultivation Simulation, I'm Not a Bad Woman

Once the aura of the immortal sword is exposed.

Who knows how many old monsters will come looking for her. Maybe before she can wait for Xu Xianxian and Xia Yuke, she will be captured by an old monster who covets the magic sword.

She didn't dare to gamble.

Suddenly, the flying boat shook violently.

The sound of a mirror breaking was heard. The two looked up and found that the shield was shattered by the bat's desperate charge.

far away.

Xu Wenxuan's eyes were bloodshot and he was about to swing his sword to rescue.

But the old skeleton man kept pestering him, and he could barely save himself, so how could he have the energy to pay attention to others?

His green gourd spiritual power was also suppressed by the old man's bat.

They could only watch helplessly as bats flew towards the two women.

Wu Mengyu gritted his teeth and said:

"Let me do it. Even though the price is higher, it's better than everyone dying..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Lu Zhiqiu.

Lu Zhiqiu said slowly:

"Don't worry, I have a method that comes at a high price, but I also have a method that comes at no cost. However, this method may not necessarily succeed."

"Let's try it first."

Wu Mengyu looked at Lu Zhiqiu suspiciously, but finally nodded.

But I made up my mind.

As long as Lu Zhiqiu encounters any unexpected situation, she will quickly use her trump card.

then.

She discovered.

Surrounded by bats all over the sky, Lu Zhiqiu sat down gently and closed his eyes.

She certainly wasn't giving up on herself.

She has memorized the location of this place, Gengyu Duanhong Mountain, and she wants to... ask for help from history.

The third simulation starts!

The Frost Shakes Off the Miasma and Clears the Smoke: Chapter 2: The Fallen Genius (k)

[Spiritual Power, Stage 3]

Looking at the five glaring words on the spiritual power monument.

The girl had a blank expression on her face, with a hint of self-mockery at the corners of her lips. Her palms were clenched tightly, and her nails pierced into her palms, bringing waves of piercing pain.

"Xiao Yanqing, spiritual power, third stage."

"Level: Low."

Outside the spiritual power monument, a middle-aged man looked at the result indifferently and announced it to everyone with an expressionless face.

Not surprisingly.

Such a conclusion really caused a stir in the group.

"Third stage, hehe, just as I expected, this 'genius' has been standing still again this year."

"Hey, this loser has really disgraced the family."

"If the clan leader wasn't her mother, this kind of trash would have been driven out of the clan long ago and left to fend for itself. How could she have stayed in the clan and eaten and drank for free?"

"Alas, how could the talented girl who was once famous in Wutan City become so miserable now?"

The harsh sarcasm in the crowd was like thorns.

It pierced straight into the girl's already fragile heart.

A lonely and bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

these people.

Are they still the clan members who used to surround me, calling me "Ms. Xiao" on the left and "family hope" on the right?

Xiao Yanqing shook his head.

He was unwilling to argue with others, but just walked to the back of the crowd and stood there blankly, like an outsider isolated from the hustle and bustle.

"Next, Xiao Mei."

Hear the referee yell.

A young man walked out with a smile on his face amid the crowd's heated gazes.

He walked slowly to the stage and placed his hand on the spiritual power tablet.

Close your eyes gently.

The spiritual power monument shone brightly, and the dazzling light was much stronger than when Xiao Yanqing came on the stage just now.

[Spiritual Power, Eighth Stage]

"Xiao Mei, Spiritual Power: Level 8, Level: Advanced."

The referee announced the result as usual.

But his voice was obviously less cold and more eager to show goodwill.

The boy still had a smile on his face.

Slowly step down.

It was as if this was a remarkable achievement in the eyes of everyone, but it was just an ordinary thing in his heart.

"Tsk tsk, the eighth level of spiritual energy, truly amazing. At this rate, it will probably only take a year at most for him to be considered a true Qi Refining cultivator, right?"

"As expected of a top-tier figure in the family!"

Wherever the boy went.

Countless voices rang out.

Although his expression did not change, he couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart.

After all, he is only sixteen.

At this age, who hasn’t been young and frivolous, who hasn’t had a little vanity?

Get around the crowd.

His gaze unconsciously lingered on the lone, thin figure at the end of the team.

That was his cousin, Xiao Yanqing.

It was also three years ago that there was someone who enjoyed being sought after like him.

"Your cultivation remains at the same level as before."

After thinking about it, the boy walked over and greeted her.

"Ah."

The girl responded coldly.

"If you haven't reached the seventh level by the age of sixteen, you will be sent to various places in the city, or even to other places, to manage the family business."

Xiao Mei reminded.

"That's good, cousin, so you don't have to worry about it."

"After all, when I'm gone, it will be a natural progression for you to inherit the position of patriarch, right?"

Xiao Yanqing sneered

Xiao Mei frowned, trying not to get angry, and just sneered:

"The position of young patriarch should be held by the most capable person, what's wrong with that?"

Xiao Yanqing was not willing to be outdone:

"The competent ones take the place?"

"Who was it that, after confirming that I had lost my genius halo, threw a three-day banquet at the restaurant and invited all my friends to celebrate?"

"Who is it that's afraid I'll regain my former glory and has the concierge secretly monitor my cultivation?"

"Who is it that every now and then finds someone to speak ill of me in order to break my faith and turn me into a complete cripple?"

Xiao Mei was stunned.

Xiao Yanqing's heart-piercing words made his face flush red, and he didn't know how to refute it.

Because what the other party said is true.

He gritted his teeth and held it in for a long time before finally uttering a cruel word:

"Just wait, I want to see how you will handle the celebrities in the city who come to watch your coming-of-age ceremony when you turn sixteen!"

"The Xiao family's top talent back then, a ninth-level genius at the age of twelve, only reached a pitiful third level at the age of sixteen."

"It's embarrassing to me just to hear that."

Say it.

He flicked his sleeves and left without looking back.

Is it embarrassing?

Xiao Yanqing stayed where he was, motionless, stunned for a long time, and finally just smiled at himself.

Just be ashamed of yourself.

She's just a third-level waste.

Two hours later.

The test is over.

The tribesmen left in twos and threes, talking and laughing.

Only Xiao Yanqing was left, still alone.

Xiao Mei was the first person to speak to her.

Also the last one.

But the only person who spoke to me was just here to mock me.

This shows how unwelcome she is at home.

But it wasn't that she did anything wrong.

Just because.

Three years ago, she was the most dazzling and talented girl in Wutan City, but three years later, she was just a waste.

……

night.

Xiao Yanqing found a tall tree in the back mountain and jumped onto the treetop to enjoy the cool air.

It is now midsummer.

Although it is not very hot at night, it is still a bit hot.

She looked at the bright moon in the sky, thinking about what happened during the day, and couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved.

"Ugh."

She doesn't understand it herself.

Why was it that before, she had been practicing very well, and her spiritual power had even reached the ninth level. She was only one step away from condensing into Dantian in her body and becoming a true Qigong practitioner?