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

Upon waking, Ji Feng faced the precarious state of the Fusang Sect.

The Fusang Sect suffered heavy losses in this battle!

Moreover, it's because of such a ridiculous reason.

It was simply due to a reconnaissance error by the Purgatory Sect.

That's a demonic lair near the Purgatory Sect! It doesn't matter if they don't go to help!

Ji Feng wanted to rush directly to the Purgatory Sect and slaughter their entire sect.

He carried a sword, his eyes were bloodshot, and his aura and spiritual power surged wildly.

Even the elders working together couldn't stop them.

Having just left the sect—

Then they saw Qi Bei leading the entire Purgatory Sect kneeling in front of the Fusang Sect's gate.

A tearful apology.

Ji Feng really wanted to make a move at that time; he had already decided to kill him.

Fang Xun, Li Xuan, and Liu Fengyi were all present.

He advised him, "The cultivation world has only just begun to get back on track. If we really slaughter the Purgatory Sect, it will probably return to a precarious state immediately."

"So my disciple deserves to die?!" Ji Feng glared at the kneeling members of the Purgatory Sect.

Upon hearing this, even they fell silent.

After all, the reason their sect's disciples were able to survive was because Ji Feng discovered them in time.

Ji Feng was already very fast; if he had arrived any later, none of the sects would have survived.

He was fast, but the Demon Clan's twelfth seat was even faster.

They easily wiped out the Fusang Sect.

……

So no one dared to try to persuade Ji Feng.

After all, they are all beneficiaries of the system. If something like this happened to their sect, they might go crazy just like Ji Feng.

Moreover, the entire order of the cultivation world was established by Ji Feng and the Fusang Sect.

Since he's going to destroy it himself, they have no right to stop him.

Ji Feng, sword in hand, unleashed his full power—

The swift wind, carrying the force of thunder, suddenly pierced towards Qi Bei's neck.

Suddenly, Ji Feng saw the reflection of a child in the reflection of the sword.

Blood beads slid down his neck and onto his collar.

Ji Feng stopped wielding his sword.

Those were disciples recently recruited by the Fusang Sect, only seven or eight years old.

Unable to go to the Demon Cave with his senior brothers and sisters, he stayed in the sect.

Behind him was a large group of little children, the oldest of whom was no more than ten years old.

They all looked at him in fear, their eyes brimming with tears.

Ji Feng took a deep breath, trembling as he sheathed his sword. As he lowered his head, a tear disappeared into his clothes.

His eyes were bloodshot, and from a distance, his pupils were indistinguishable, all appearing as a uniform scarlet.

"Get out!" He looked at Qi Bei, almost uttering the word.

Whose fault is it?

The one who should be blamed the most is himself; if he hadn't sent his disciples...

Let the Purgatory Sect handle it themselves; the only loss will be the disciples of the Purgatory Sect.

If he waits until he discovers the twelve seats of the Demon Clan before going to provide support, he can avoid the fate of his disciples.

What's the use now...?

Qi Bei almost broke his head from hitting the ground, but only got a bloody scratch on his neck and a bruised forehead.

He thanked them incoherently.

They returned to their sect with a large entourage.

……

From then on, the Fusang sect faced a period of decline and lack of successors.

The Fusang Sect closed its doors for three years, with the sect leader and elders focusing on training their mere twenty or so disciples.

It was from that time that the Fusang sect began to decline.

He barely managed to keep his position thanks to the exceptional skills of the elders and sect leader within the sect.

Qi Bei, however, was lucky enough to escape unscathed.

Instead of feeling any gratitude or regret, I was filled with shame and anger.

If he weren't currently weak, who would kneel before Ji Feng and beg for his life?!

Such humiliation!

Once his strength surpasses Ji Feng's, he'll definitely teach Ji Feng a lesson!

Three years is but a blink of an eye for someone who cultivates immortality.

When Ji Feng came out, he was still the same as before.

After all, the Fusang Sect is still nominally the head of the five sects, and it still has to shoulder its responsibilities.

For the sake of the stability of the cultivation world, he endured inner torment and treated Qi Bei and others no differently than usual.

They also forbade members of the sect from talking about it, so the current generation of Fusang Sect disciples are unaware of this matter.

Qi Bei angrily discovered—

He cultivated tirelessly day and night, almost to the point of demonic possession!

—Still far from Ji Feng's level.

Years passed, then more than a decade passed—

Ji Feng did not deliberately target Qi Bei, treating him the same way he treated other sect leaders.

As a result, Qi Bei lowered his guard.

She started targeting Ji Feng intentionally or unintentionally, but when she saw that Ji Feng remained the same...

He became increasingly audacious, spending his days pondering how to dethrone the Fusang Sect from its position as the top of the five sects.

This idea has not been realized to this day.

This caused Qi Bei to completely forget the fear that Ji Feng had instilled in him more than a decade ago.

He just said—

When the demons attack, are we supposed to rely on the Fusang Sect to send people out on their own?

It was completely because they had offended Ji Feng!

What a careless mistake!

The oppressive aura emanating from Ji Feng when he got serious was just as strong as it had been years ago, making him involuntarily want to kneel down and kowtow twice.

But he forcefully suppressed the impulse and restrained himself from lowering his head.

Qi Bei suppressed his trembling and kept reminding himself—

patience!

Just bear with it for a little while!

Soon they will be able to drag the Fusang Sect down from its position as the top of the five sects! At that time, the Purgatory Sect will inevitably become the new top of the five sects.

Who dares to underestimate him now?!

He cautiously raised his eyes, glancing down to see Ning Yue at the Fusang Sect's position.

His eyes were gloomy, and a slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Ning Yue frowned and glanced back at what was behind him.

The sect competition had not yet started, and the elders on the stage were explaining the rules of the competition.

Even though the competition hadn't started yet, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Could something unexpected happen this time?

She resisted the urge to pull Xiaohua out and make a prediction.

The elder, after a leisurely pace, finally finished explaining the rules and discipline.

Please move aside.

The first thing to begin, of course, was the highly anticipated individual trials for sword cultivators.

When players are at the same level, they draw lots to determine their opponents.

Ning Yue suppressed the uneasy feeling and focused his energy on the competition.

She broke through to the Nascent Soul stage a few days ago.

Among the five major sects, there are only four cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage.

Ning Yue and Shi Yinghan of the Fusang Sect, Qi Xucheng of the Lianyu Sect, and Liu Tianqiu of the Wuji Sect.

Liu Tianqiu is said to be the nephew of the sect leader Liu Fengyi. He is twenty-three years old this year, making him the oldest among them.

Shi Yinghan is seventeen years old this year. Qi Xucheng is a year older than Shi Yinghan, and Ning Yue is only twelve years old.

The competition begins with those of lower skill levels.

These people are just here to spar with people from different sects, to feel their strength, and to exchange ideas.

They were not eligible for the Heavenly Ranking.

Those who truly compete for the top ten spots on the Heavenly Ranking are individuals from various sects with higher cultivation levels.

For example, Ning Yue and Shi Yinghan.

The Fusang Sect intends to give these two a place in this competition.

Those of lower skill level have already drawn lots and are ready to go on stage to compete.

Ning Yue and the other three stood together, preparing to draw lots under the watchful eyes of the elder.

This was the first time Ning Yue had met Liu Tianqiu.

He was quite tall, with his hair tied in a high ponytail. He stood there coldly, holding his sword, and occasionally glanced at Shi Yinghan.

Ning Yue leaned closer to Shi Yinghan and whispered, "Senior brother, do you have a grudge against this person?"

Shi Yinghan lowered her head and whispered to Ning Yue, "He was eleventh on the list last time. He was the first one I encountered and I knocked him out."

"I see," Ning Yue looked up at Liu Tianqiu, "It seems he's quite powerful; he's already at the Nascent Soul stage."

"Yes," Shi Yinghan agreed, "However, the top fifteen on the list are basically about the same in terms of strength."

Liu Tianqiu's ears twitched. He raised his eyelids to look at Ning Yue and Shi Yinghan, then lowered his gaze and pursed his lips.

"Alright, alright, stop chatting, let's start drawing lots," the supervising elder urged.

Several people gathered together and drew lots at the same time.

Ning Yue's opposite side is Qi Xucheng.

Qi Xucheng looked at her, lowered his eyes and smiled: "I hope I can pick you."

Ning Yue smiled back at him: "That suits me just fine."