After transmigrating into the body of a junior sister of a celestial sect, the cultivation world wen

Ning Yue was awakened by a few raindrops and curled up.

Several thunderclaps suddenly boomed in the distance, startling Ning Yue awake.

No, that's not right. The surrounding area is desolate, with only a few withered yellow weeds and scattered rocks.

She was lying on the path, which was covered with tightly packed yellow mud.

She clearly remembered that she should be dead.

Suddenly—

She saw her hands...

It was a whole size smaller; it was clearly the hand of a twelve or thirteen-year-old child. This wasn't her hand!

A strange thought arose from the bottom of my heart.

Borrowing, resurrecting a corpse?!

No way! Ning Yue suddenly remembered something and pulled open his sleeve.

Seeing a familiar flame-shaped birthmark on his shoulder, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems my body is still mine, but I don't know why it's shrunk.

Ning Yue pushed himself up, his legs feeling weak, and wondered where he was.

A loud bang came from afar, startling her. She looked up and saw what it was.

A magnificent carriage flew through the air, surrounded by a circle of flying people.

Flying carriages?! Flying people?! What kind of new technology is this?

Although I was quite surprised, it was really impractical.

The person flying beside the carriage also seemed to have seen Ning Yue, and whispered something to the person inside after lifting the curtain.

A short while later, a short, chubby boy dressed in fine clothes came out, his three-white eyes staring fiercely at Ning Yue.

"How dare a mere commoner block my path!" The young man pointed at Ning Yue: "Bring her here!"

Ning Yue was still marveling at their elaborate attire and wondering where she was when two people flew rapidly toward her from the air.

Ning Yue was completely powerless at this moment, so grabbing her was effortless; he simply lifted her onto the carriage like a little chick.

The young master glanced at her disdainfully: "Tie her to the back of the car and hang her up."

Ning Yue's throat was dry and hoarse as she argued, "You fly your way, I walk mine, when did I block your path?"

The young master snorted with his nostrils pointing to the sky and flicked his robe.

"I'm in a bad mood today, what reason do I need to arrest you?" With that, he quickly tied her up.

Ning Yue mentally beat him up a hundred thousand times.

Even when she's at her peak, she probably still can't beat these guys.

But it shouldn't be like this, bound and powerless to resist.

The carriage took off rapidly again, and Ning Yue, hanging behind it, felt dizzy and nearly fainted.

The buildings beneath my feet were faintly visible through the mist, shrouded in clouds and fog.

Countless celestial palaces stand amidst the hazy mist, with golden tiles and white bricks, and large swirling gilded ornaments adorning their jade pillars.

If it weren't for this immersive experience of flying high in the sky, Ning Yue would have thought she was dreaming.

The feeling of weightlessness and dizziness grew stronger, and Ning Yue barely managed to muster her strength.

We have to think of a way.

Otherwise, they would be half-dead, if not killed, but the carriage flew higher and higher, faster and faster.

The sharp wind whipped against his body, making it almost impossible for Ning Yue to breathe.

Damn it! Ning Yue clenched his fists. What kind of mess is this?

I just came back to life and haven't even seen tomorrow's sun yet. Am I really going to die here?

Just then, a bright blue sword light swept in, severing the ropes binding Ning Yue with a "whoosh"—

Ning Yue landed quickly in response.

She looked up at the sky sadly, thinking to herself, "Heaven is going to kill me."

The next second, she fell into a warm embrace, from which came the faint scent of soap.

Ning Yue looked up and saw the boy's taut jaw. The boy had delicate features and his gentle, warm eyes were quietly looking at her.

"Are you alright?"

Ning Yue stared at him blankly and shook her head.

Another sword light suddenly struck, but the young man dodged it, his eyes sharpening.

"Sangpang, this is territory under the jurisdiction of the Fusang Sect. How dare you act so presumptuously here!"

The fat young master slowly stepped out of the carriage, his fat face jiggling with each step.

He sneered when he saw the person.

"I wondered who was meddling in other people's business. It turns out to be Senior Brother. What's wrong? You've resolved the matter with the Fusang Sect? Now you have time to cause trouble."

Shi Yinghan's expression turned cold: "Since you're so eager to know, why don't you ask Uncle Sang? He'll surely be willing to tell you everything he knows."

Sang Pang's expression froze for a moment, then he snorted coldly, "He's just a commoner. Since you want him, senior brother, I'll give him to you."

After saying that, he flicked his robes, got into the carriage, and drove away.

Ning Yue chuckled softly, "So he's just a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong."

The person holding her chuckled softly upon hearing this and bent down to put her down.

Ning Yue was startled and lunged at him, clinging tightly to Shi Yinghan's neck: "Brother, don't let go, I can't fly!"

Shi Yinghan blushed slightly, unable to suppress a smile.

"It's alright, I'm riding on my sword, I won't fall."

Ning Yue looked down and saw a blue sword shadow. He then stepped onto the sword, but his hand was still tightly gripping Shi Yinghan's robe.

"Senior Brother!!!" Several teenagers in white robes with blue belts waved to them from afar.

Ning Yue then noticed Shi Yinghan's attire.

Her attire was similar to that of the other boys, except that it featured cloud patterns embroidered with gold thread, making it slightly more elaborate.

In the blink of an eye, the boys had flown here, staring curiously at the dirty girl on Shi Yinghan's sword.

"Senior brother, what is this...?"

"We just rescued him from Sang Pang. He was probably kidnapped from the lower realm." Shi Yinghan supported Ning Yue's body.

"I was just about to ask her where she lives so I could take her home..."

Ning Yue suddenly looked up, her face weak and pitiful: "Brother, I have no home..."

"I have no parents, no one cares about me. I just fainted on the road, and when I woke up, that fat guy had tied me up..."

When Ning Yue said this, he lowered his head, deliberately shrank his body, and pretended to be pitiful, managing to make nine out of three parts of his grievances look like it.

Some of the youths couldn't bear it any longer: "Senior Brother, why don't we take her back to the Fusang Sect..."

Someone else said, "But no one other than disciples is allowed to enter the sect."

Shi Yinghan pondered for a moment, then said, "I do have a method..." He bent down to meet Ning Yue's gaze, "What's your name?"

Ning Yue: "My name is Ning Yue..."

Shi Yinghan: "Two days from now, each sect will hold a disciple recruitment conference. If you can be accepted into the Fusang Sect, you can stay. Even if you are an outsider disciple, it will still be a guarantee."

Ning Yue gave a heavy "hmm".

I've gained some understanding of this strange world.

Look at the clothes and attire of these people, as well as the flying carriages and the swords they can ride.

Ning Yue guessed that this was a world of cultivation, and although he had only seen it in novels, it wasn't hard to guess.

The group landed steadily.

Shi Yinghan turned to her junior brothers and sisters behind her and said.

"My fellow disciples, please return to the sect first. I will go and settle Ningyue in."

The boys bowed and left together.

Ning Yue followed Shi Yinghan all the way, looking around as they went.

Shi Yinghan, who was in front, suddenly stopped, and Ning Yue stopped as well.

Shi Yinghan booked a room and, after entering, took out a full money bag and gave it to her.

"You can stay here for the next two days and wander around. No one will cause trouble under the jurisdiction of the Fusang Sect."

But remember to come back early tonight. I'll teach you some breathing techniques, so even if you don't get selected, you'll have some ability to protect yourself.

Ning Yue was moved: "Thank you, brother."

I thought to myself that I had really met a good person.

No sooner had Shi Yinghan left than Ning Yue summoned a servant to prepare hot water, intending to take a bath and then take a nap.

When Ning Yue woke up again, the streets outside were already brightly lit.

Remembering that Shi Yinghan was coming over tonight, Ning Yue went downstairs, ate something, and then obediently waited inside.

Ning Yue didn't have to wait long before there was a knock on the door. When she opened it, it was indeed Shi Yinghan.

He had changed his clothes; he wore a light blue robe, and his gentle eyes, reflecting the soft light, gazed at her with a smile.

"Sorry to bother you, are you resting?"

Ning Yue's doe-like eyes widened, and she immediately shook her head.

"Of course not, I should thank you for coming to teach me so late at night!"

"Alright, let's begin now." Shi Yinghan lifted his robe and sat on the cushion: "The first step in cultivation is learning how to refine qi into the body."

Take a deep breath, draw the air into your dantian, hold your breath, concentrate your mind, and exhale with focused energy.

Shi Yinghan went through the entire procedure, then opened her eyes and asked Ning Yue, "How was it? How did it feel?"

Ning Yue touched her body, hesitatingly saying, "It seems... I probably... don't feel anything..."

Shi Yinghan smiled and said, "It's alright. Try a few more times, and once you can get the Qi into your body, you'll have entered the door."

"You can start cultivating from now on, but since you grew up in the lower realm, it will indeed be a bit difficult at first. With more practice, you will definitely succeed."

That's a way of saying things that seems to be trying to protect her self-esteem.

Ning Yue couldn't help but ask, "Brother, did all the new disciples have cultivation levels before they participated in the apprenticeship ceremony?"

Shi Yinghan nodded: "Theoretically, that's how it is, because before becoming an apprentice, one must first pass through a trial ground. Those with cultivation will naturally pass through more easily than those without."

"Only those who pass the trial grounds are qualified to have their spiritual roots and aptitudes tested on the Spirit Testing Stone. Afterward, the elders will accept disciples based on their first impression and aptitude."

Shi Yinghan smiled slightly and looked at Ning Yue with a gentle expression: "Good luck. I look forward to you joining the Fusang Sect."