Immortal Cultivation Simulation, I'm Not a Bad Woman

She asked with narrowed eyes.

"Sister, I'm so hungry. Are you from outside?"

"I've been in the gray fog and haven't eaten for days. My father and mother are dead. Please, give me something to eat."

"As long as I can fill my stomach, I can do anything."

Mei Meimei coughed twice and looked at Lu Zhiqiu.

Lu Zhiqiu understood.

He walked closer to the little girl, smiled, and said softly:

"So there are still survivors in the gray fog."

"Be good, sister, don't cry. I'll give you something delicious right away."

She walked up to the other person, smiled, took out a wooden sword from her arms, and stabbed it into the little girl's smooth and cute face.

Drenched with blood.

"Sister, you..."

Lu Zhiqiu sneered:

"Can't today's monsters keep up with the times?"

"This is a storybook routine from years ago... Oh, no, what you copied is an antique from five hundred years ago, so it's fine then."

The little girl's expression froze, and she stopped pretending. She pulled out the wooden sword from her face and said viciously:

"I didn't expect there were two living people in this gray fog."

"I don't know how you managed to escape the gray fog, but it doesn't matter. I will chew you up and put you back together like me."

Her voice went from cute to sinister.

Ordinary people might be scared at first glance at the face of a man with blood donation.

But Lu Zhiqiu is obviously not an ordinary person.

She slapped the little girl away, pinned her to the ground and beat her hard, then asked in a cold voice:

"A mere Transformation God, dares to act so presumptuously in front of me."

The little girl was in pain and cried loudly:

"You, aren't you a Nascent Soul? How come you're more powerful than me in a fight?"

Lu Zhiqiu snapped his fingers and said leisurely:

"What's wrong with Yuanying? Can't Yuanying fight against Huashen?"

"Let me ask you, how many fallen cultivators like you are there in the gray fog of the upper three realms?"

Lu Zhiqiu didn't know what to call them.

But she remembered that Emperor Tianhun called the gray fog people copied from the immortal corpses Fallen Immortals, and they were all sleeping and recuperating in the immortal realm, so she might as well learn from him and call these people Fallen Cultivators as well.

Large cracks appeared on the little girl's face, like poorly fired porcelain, and her eyes were frighteningly cold:

"Haha, don't even think about finding out."

Say it.

She exploded directly into a ball of gray mist and merged back into the endless gray mist between heaven and earth.

Lu Zhiqiu felt helpless.

"Although the self-explosion just now didn't mean true death, it turned into gray mist, and no longer had any thoughts of its own. It's the same as death in the ordinary sense. Are these... fallen cultivators so stubborn?"

Mei Meimei was shocked.

Lu Zhiqiu thought for a moment and then responded:

"Perhaps these fallen cultivators, from the moment they appeared, didn't have much awareness. Instead, they were emphasized as being part of the gray fog. As long as they could return to the gray fog, they would be immortal."

"What we cannot understand is commonplace to them."

Mei Meimei nodded, thoughtfully:

"In the past, some low-level demon cultivators often used this method to brainwash mortals and then voluntarily sacrifice them."

The appearance of a little girl.

It was just a simple episode in the itinerary.

The two of them before entering the gray fog.

I guessed that this trip might encounter all kinds of strange crises. To be honest, a little girl who has reached the state of spiritual transformation is not taken seriously by them.

But this person appeared.

It also served as a wake-up call for them.

The two walked into the gray fog again, but this time, they moved slower and were more alert to their surroundings, ready to take defensive action at any time.

……

Another half month has passed.

The two of them have already gone deep into Area A, and it won't be long before they reach Meiyou Bujin City.

this day.

Lu Zhiqiu pulled the sword out from the chest of an old woman. The old woman's face was filled with horror, and she turned into gray mist and merged into this world. Lu Zhiqiu wiped the sword with a look of disgust, as if the contact just now was a great insult to this wooden sword.

Sheathing her sword, she looked at the monotonous gray fog before her, feeling somewhat exhausted.

“It’s really depressing in here.”

"If I were in the outside world, at least there would be different scenery to enjoy: mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, birds and beasts, sunny and rainy days, mornings and evenings. But here, it's dead and gloomy. Not only is there gray fog everywhere, but the growth of plants is also affected. I want to enjoy the scenery to relax, but I don't know where to start."

"There are also the fallen cultivators that emerge from the gray fog from time to time. Although their combat power is not strong, it is tiring to deal with them. They come every day."

Perhaps it was the influence of the fog.

Although there has been no human interference in the three upper regions for five hundred years, the environment is actually worse than that of the outside world. It is unimaginable to see green grass.

You can often see large areas of bare land.

Mei Meimei comforted:

"That can't be helped. Fortunately, we are almost at our destination."

"Throughout this journey, we've seen no fewer than three dozen fallen cultivators, but they were all at the Nascent Soul stage or below. We haven't even seen one at the Fusion stage. But this is the Upper Three Realms. It's completely unreasonable to say there aren't any Fusion stage cultivators."

Lu Zhiqiu guessed:

"Perhaps they were all abducted and trained as seed players, and taken to the fairyland."

"It's also possible that they were used as high-quality feed, captured and taken to the Immortal Realm to feed the Fallen Immortals. These low-level Fallen Immortals won't eat them, so they're left here to fend for themselves."

"Anyway, let's keep going."

"Wait until I see my friend and ask her. She should know everything."

The two prepared to move forward.

at this time.

However, Lu Zhiqiu discovered that there was suddenly a terrible smell in the gray fog.

This power even has a faint sense of immortality.

No, it’s not just a little bit, it’s a lot of fairy energy, even more than the Hundred and Two Qin Guan Swords in her hand.

Lu Zhiqiu's face changed drastically.

They have been walking in this gray fog for a month, and they didn’t even see a Mahayana-level creature before. How come an immortal-level creature suddenly appeared?

Her hand holding the sword had begun to sweat.

Be ready to use the Immortal Sword at any time.

But she had no idea whether this sword could defeat this guy. She had never seen a battle between immortals, and even for her, it was difficult to judge the outcome of a situation that was far beyond her combat ability without any contact.

"what happened?"

Mei Meimei saw the cold sweat on Lu Zhiqiu's forehead and had a bad feeling in her heart.

"There is an immortal-level creature chasing us."

Mei Meimei's face suddenly turned pale.

Immortal level, this was an unattainable realm even in the A domain back then.

There is such a thing in the gray fog?

There was no time for them to think.

This immortal-level aura appeared in front of them almost in the blink of an eye.

This is a fat ball made entirely of gray fog. It has a violent aura and is causing the space around it to collapse.

Meet two people.

Without saying a word, it condensed a large gray palm and slapped down like lightning.

Lu Zhiqiu gritted his teeth.

He was about to swing out the one hundred and two Qinguan swords.

But someone patted him on the shoulder and stopped him.

"Xiao Qiuqiu, I finally got you here."

"But you can't kill it with this sword. Don't waste these precious strikes."

Familiar voice, familiar face.

It was the other her hiding in Domain A—Lu Zhiqiu of the eighth life.

She waved her sleeves and rolled them up.

He left the place instantly, and glared at the gray fat ball before leaving.

The fat gray ball seemed a little afraid. After being stared at, it retreated several feet in fear.

No more chasing.

Instead, after wriggling, it merged back into the gray fog.

……

After walking some distance.

The eighth generation Lu Zhiqiu put the two of them down, clapped his hands, and said with a smile:

"Okay, that guy didn't catch up."

"I'd better walk slowly for the rest of the journey so as not to waste the little precious energy I have left."

Lu Zhiqiu's usually calm heart rarely felt a sense of relief at having survived the disaster.

The three of them sat on the ground.

The appearance of Lu Zhiqiu in the eighth life was based on Lu Zhiqiu's original appearance in the present world, rather than the third simulated appearance of Ding Yu at this moment. This saved the two the trouble of explaining to Mei Meimei.

"Can you sense my location?"

Lu Zhiqiu calmed down and asked curiously.

"Of course I can't sense it. I'm not your little apprentice. There aren't that many ties between us."

"I can only sense the sky map on your body. After all, it is something I left behind."

The eighth generation Lu Zhiqiu said with his arms crossed.

Sky screen picture.

It is the name of the new scroll formed after the four incomplete pictures are pieced together.

Lu Zhiqiu rolled his eyes and complained in his heart: The relationship between us is so deep that even the word "bond" can't be described. She is probably the only one in the world who can face the soul of her past life directly.

Chapter 4: Lu Zhixia, who was full of evil humor the moment we met (5k)

In the gray fog.