I Have a Cultivation Simulator

Walking along the streets of Wushan Market, Zhou Qing kept his Foundation Establishment cultivation concealed.

This was not Biyue Immortal City.

In markets like Wushan and Tingyu, Foundation Establishment cultivators were rare.

Whenever one appeared in the market, it caused quite a stir.

During his second simulation, Zhou Qing had joined the market's Alchemy Alliance as a Mid-Grade Alchemist because, relative to the entirety of Wushan Market, that rank was hardly remarkable.

A Mid-Grade Alchemist could, at most, cause a few ripples in a localized area.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator was a different story.

Zhou Qing did not want his presence to set off a butterfly effect and spawn unforeseen variables.

Though his future plans involved settling down in Biyue Immortal City to use its dense spiritual environment to shorten his simulation cooldown, that did not mean he was abandoning Wushan Market entirely.

Whether for his next simulation, the one after that, or even further down the line, he would still need to return here.

There was the Dark Magic Eagle Egg, the Shanhai Secret Realm, Ye Feng, True Person Blood Sea, and the fact that more than sixty years later, Wushan Market's lord, Ouyang Shen, would secretly short the market to harvest its cultivators...

Zhou Qing placed great weight on Wushan Market; it was tied to numerous fortunes and a massive amount of spirit stones.

Before long, Zhou Qing led Dachun to the market exit.

He had joined the market's Alchemy Alliance over half a year ago.

The Alchemy Alliance was unlike a sect; its restrictions on alchemists were extremely lax. Over the past eight or nine months, Zhou Qing had accepted a few alchemy commissions, and now that he wanted to leave, there were no complex procedures to navigate.

A simple notice to an Alchemy Alliance deacon was enough.

Right before stepping out of his cave dwelling, he had already contacted the deacon to vacate the residence.

"The Shanhai Secret Realm?"

Standing at the market exit, Zhou Qing gazed toward the region where the secret realm lay.

In his second simulation, he had visited the Shanhai Secret Realm's location ahead of time.

He simply hadn't found a way to open the entrance early.

The reason the Shanhai Secret Realm would appear in the world was because, over two hundred years ago, the Master who served as sect leader of the Shanhai Sect had exhausted too much power trying to wear down True Person Blood Sea's physical body and golden core.

That had left the secret realm's barrier against the outside world incomplete, causing it to emerge into the world over two centuries later.

Until then, unless a core formation master of the same level intervened, there was no way to make the Shanhai Secret Realm appear ahead of schedule.

"Core formation masters..."

Zhou Qing felt a surge of longing. Every core formation master was an absolute favored child of heaven, a figure who could stride unchecked across an era.

Foundation Establishment cultivators enjoyed a lifespan of two hundred years.

Core formation masters lived for five hundred.

True Person Blood Sea had been sealed inside the Shanhai Secret Realm for over two centuries and was still alive—that alone spoke volumes.

"I wonder if I'll ever get the chance to become a core formation master..."

Zhou Qing sighed.

The further he walked along the path of cultivation, the more he felt how steep and difficult it was.

This was especially true for him; with his Low-Grade Spirit Root aptitude, even reaching the Qi Refining Late Stage was an exceptionally rare feat.

"Oh, right... I can simulate?"

"Never mind then."

Zhou Qing's mind settled. For other cultivators, the road to Core Formation was as hard as scaling the heavens.

But for him? If one try failed, he would just try again.

If ten failed, he would run a hundred.

With infinite simulation opportunities, even if he had to grind his way there by sheer persistence, he would eventually reach the Core Formation Realm.

Not long after, Zhou Qing led Dachun to the foot of Wushan.

Scanning with his divine sense, every single detail within thirty zhang around him became crystal clear.

Combined with his Foundation Establishment perception, he confirmed there were no other cultivators nearby.

"Dachun, don't be afraid."

Zhou Qing glanced at Dachun, then summoned an azure flight light beneath his feet, carrying Dachun as they shot into the air toward the mortal lands.

For Qi Refining cultivators, flight required magical artifacts and drained a hefty amount of qi.

But for a Foundation Establishment cultivator, ordinary flight was as routine as eating a meal.

Even without relying on external aids, a Foundation Establishment cultivator could soar through the skies and dive into the earth on the strength of their physical body alone.

"We're flying?!"

Dachun's eyes went wide, though seeing Zhou Qing standing steady in front of him eased his nerves a little.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator's flight speed was incredibly swift. Standing among the clouds and looking down at the rivers, mountains, and forests below, Zhou Qing felt an exhilarating sense of freedom.

...

Several hours later.

Deep within a dense jungle, a slaughter was unfolding.

Three mid-to-late stage Qi Refining cultivators were ambushing a man and a woman.

"You damned bandit cultivators! I'll drag you down with me!"

The cornered male cultivator wore a look of desperate ferocity, preparing to self-destruct and take his attackers with him.

Yet the bandit cultivators besieging them instantly drove a golden needle artifact straight through the man's forehead—and pierced the woman's forehead right beside him in the same motion.

The man and woman collapsed to the ground on the spot.

"Hmph! And here I was planning to slowly wear you down..."

Among the three Qi Refining bandit cultivators, the one wielding the golden needle artifact was a young man in purple.

The purple-robed youth's face was pale; clearly, driving that golden needle artifact had cost him a considerable amount of energy.

Before the three bandit cultivators could even begin sorting through their loot, a gentle voice suddenly drifted down from above.

"Why would three young friends like you stray into the unorthodox path at such an age, living by robbing and killing your fellow cultivators?"

An azure flight light descended from the sky.

The purple-robed youth's brow twitched as he looked up at the azure light.

Standing with his hands behind his back on the flight light was a man in white, and behind him stood a burly, muscular man.

"Who are you?"

The purple-robed youth's heart raced. He could not read the white-robed man's depth at all, though the burly man standing behind him didn't seem to be a cultivator...

"You don't need to know who I am..."

With a faint stir of Zhou Qing's thoughts, his vast Shanhai magic power surged out, condensing into a massive hand that crashed down toward the purple-robed youth and the other two bandit cultivators.

"This is... Foundation Establishment magic power! Senior, spare our lives! We're willing to offer up all our treasures..."

Terror flooded the purple-robed youth's face. Under the shadow of that giant hand formed entirely from Shanhai magic power, he felt as though space itself had frozen; there was nowhere to dodge.

Bang—

In the next instant, the purple-robed youth plunged into eternal darkness.

He and the two bandit cultivators behind him were crushed into meat paste.

"Once I kill you, your treasures are mine anyway." Zhou Qing extended his right hand, and several Storage Bags flew into his grasp.

"Four mid-grade artifacts, five low-grade artifacts, and this golden needle... its quality is close to a high-grade artifact. Not bad, not bad."

A smile touched Zhou Qing's face.

These three bandit cultivators had clearly murdered and robbed plenty of people; they had amassed substantial wealth.

While Zhou Qing was fabulously wealthy inside his simulations, out in the real world, he was still quite poor.

Because of that, he had kept a close eye on the ground during his journey back to the mortal Gan Kingdom, stepping in to eliminate any bandit cultivators he spotted along the way.

He felt no psychological burden killing them; after all, bandit cultivators made their living through murder.

"Crushing the weak really is comfortable..."

Zhou Qing quickly cleaned up the battlefield. If he were still at the Qi Refining stage—even at absolute Qi Refining perfection—keeping all three of these bandit cultivators from escaping would have required his full effort.

In his second simulation, when he had driven over a dozen bandit cultivators to slaughter the Gan Kingdom Royal Family, his success had relied on the intimidation of a high-grade artifact on top of his own strength.

But now? Using Foundation Establishment strength against a few Qi Refining bandit cultivators meant he could simply crush them with overwhelming magic power. There was no difficulty at all.

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