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

She hadn't seen Qi Xucheng for quite some time.

The last time was when we went to fight at the Purgatory Sect.

They were fighting quite fiercely at the time.

Ning Yue later felt it was a bit of a pity that she hadn't gone all out that time.

What's even more unfortunate is that now there's an opportunity, but the competition doesn't allow for killing, so it can only end with a point.

Ning Yue clicked her tongue in disapproval.

Qi Xucheng looked at Ning Yue, the curve of his lips remaining unchanged.

Shi Yinghan frowned, pulled Ning Yue aside, and made Qi Xucheng look away.

Looking at Qi Xucheng's handsome face, he said, "You've been staring at my junior sister so much that your eyes are almost crossed."

Qi Xucheng: "..."

Cross-eyed?

Although he didn't care much about his appearance, he was indeed looking at Ning Yue.

But surely it shouldn't look like cross-eyedness?!

Qi Xucheng's lips twitched, and he opened his mouth as if to say something.

Liu Tianqiu, standing nearby, couldn't help but burst out laughing as he looked at Shi Yinghan.

"When did you become so sharp-tongued?"

Ning Yue was also shocked.

She didn't expect Shi Yinghan to say that, nor did she expect Liu Tianqiu to be so easily amused despite his seemingly cold demeanor.

"Hahaha..." Ning Yue laughed out loud at Qi Xucheng's embarrassed expression.

"Senior brother, please say more, I love to hear it!"

Shi Yinghan smiled slightly: "As long as he's around, Junior Sister can listen anytime."

Qi Xucheng: "..."

He looked away from the two fellow disciples.

Never mind, I won't dwell on it.

Anyway, he's not actually cross-eyed.

Several people simultaneously reached out and drew lots—

Ning Yue glanced at it; the bottom of the wooden stick was red. She then looked at Shi Yinghan.

—Shi Yinghan is blue.

This round is not a match for them.

Ning Yue then looked at Qi Xucheng across from her.

--red.

Qi Xucheng looked at Ning Yue with a leisurely air: "How coincidental, everything has gone as you wish."

Ning Yue walked to Qi Xucheng's side.

Liu Tianqiu, also holding a wooden stick, waited for Shi Yinghan: "This time, I won't let you defeat me."

Shi Yinghan smiled with great poise: "Please give me your guidance."

The group then dispersed.

"Hey, senior brother!" Ning Yue suddenly called out to him.

He turned around and saw Ning Yue waving at him.

"I haven't sparred with my senior brother yet. If you win this round, we can have another match next time."

"Okay," Shi Yinghan replied, "I'll wait for my junior sister."

"You're quite arrogant? Are you really that sure you can beat me?" Qi Xucheng looked at her.

"So you seem pretty confident?" Ning Yue didn't bother to look up at him.

Qi Xucheng simply lowered his head and chuckled, without saying a word.

Their two matches started at the same time in different venues.

There's nothing interesting about low-level sparring.

Ning Yue yawned lazily, glancing at Qi Xucheng out of the corner of his eye.

She had only seen Qi Xucheng use a sword a few times, probably only once or twice.

That feels incredibly awesome.

But upon closer reflection, it might have been an illusion caused by her low level of spiritual attainment.

Judging from Qi Xucheng's aura, he had probably only recently broken through to the Nascent Soul stage.

In this way, the two people reach the same level.

I don't know if the few sword techniques I crammed into at the last minute will work.

Ning Yue took out the Sheng Hua sword and used the hilt to support his chin.

Qi Xucheng suddenly looked over: "You've forged your own natal sword?"

"Yes," Ning Yue said casually, "it was even tempered by lightning tribulation."

Qi Xucheng: "..."

He paused for a moment.

Ning Yue turned her head sharply: "What, you didn't?"

"..." Qi Xucheng paused for a moment before saying, "...No."

Ning Yue curled her lips and snorted.

His smug look was reminiscent of some docile yet rebellious little animal.

But Qi Xucheng knew that she was not docile.

Ning Yue blinked boredly, and just as she was about to fall asleep, it was finally her turn to go on stage.

The stadium, which was not crowded before, was suddenly packed with people.

They were all crowded together.

The audience was immediately surrounded by a huge crowd.

The people below had all sorts of expressions—

"That must be Ning Yue! I've finally met him!"

"Wow, it's just as rumored! It's so small!"

"Five spiritual roots! And at the Nascent Soul stage! This world must be a fantasy!"

"Don't stop me! When Ning Yue steps down from the stage, take a photo with him using the photo stone! Thanks!"

Ning Yue twitched his forehead.

Looking down at the area where the voices were coming from, I saw faces of adoring and envious female fans.

Seeing Ning Yue looking over, she even covered her mouth and let out a soft cry.

"Come on!" a voice scoffed. "Who do you think her opponent is? Last year's runner-up, Qi Xucheng!"

"So what if Ning Yue is a genius? Does she have as much practical experience as Qi Xucheng?"

If we really get into a proper sparring match, I might get beaten pretty badly.

"Besides, you all know that the nascent soul of the five spiritual roots is a magical thing."

"The Fusang Sect is so wealthy; perhaps her cultivation level was built up from those rare and precious treasures!"

Ning Yue narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the places where the voices came from.

—They were some people who weren't wearing disciple robes.

Perhaps he was afraid of being recognized, so he deliberately didn't wear the disciple's robes.

They might be from small sects that don't have disciple robes, or they might be rogue cultivators.

Some people dressed in disciple robes also chimed in.

The Wuji Sect, Chixiao Sect, and Tianxuan Sect all had members waiting to see Ning Yue make a fool of himself.

Only the disciples of the Fusang Sect sat calmly, their expressions showing disdain as they glanced around.

You'll see how powerful she is once she makes her move.

There's no need to waste your breath and engage in idle chatter now.

To Ning Yue's surprise, the disciples of the Purgatory Sect did not speak up in agreement.

The feud between their sect and the Purgatory Sect must be quite significant.

Why didn't he take such a good opportunity to be sarcastic?

Ning Yue pondered for a moment...

It's probably because she fought with the Purgatory Sect last time, letting them know her true strength.

They all turned their heads away like quails, clearly not wanting to meet Ning Yue's gaze, but they couldn't help but glance at the girl on the stage out of the corner of their eyes.

It's not that they didn't want to be sarcastic! If they weren't afraid of being the ones who would be embarrassed in the end, they would have rushed up and said a few words.

Now all they can do is cheer for Qi Xucheng from below, while secretly worrying that their young master might really lose to Ning Yue.

Upon hearing those sarcastic remarks, the female fans went wild.

"Wow, that's impressive! Why aren't you a Nascent Soul cultivator? You must be around thirty years old..."

The young fangirl glanced at it and chuckled, "So you're only in the early Foundation Establishment stage? You still have the nerve to talk about others like that?"

Ning Yue's female fans are incredibly powerful.

He sprayed directly at the source of the sound, and the spray was very intense.

However, they were outnumbered and eventually couldn't withstand the overwhelming force.

Ning Yue chuckled, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the several female fans as she lifted the hem of her dress.

"Look at me, ladies—"

She tossed it casually, creating a burst of sparks, and then gracefully waved her arms in mid-air.

The beautiful sword light gleamed in the sunlight.

Qi Xucheng looked at her, puzzled.

What are they doing?

The next second, the sword light that Sheng Hua flicked out left a long trail, drawing a complete heart shape in mid-air.

Colorful, nameless wildflowers drifted around Xin Xin, falling gracefully towards the audience below.

Ning Yue gave a light wink to the audience.

"Ignore them, watch me slap them in the face."

The girl's innocent doe eyes narrowed slightly, her smile was dazzling, and flower petals fluttered behind her.

"Ah..." The little fangirl blushed slightly, looked at Ning Yue evasively, and said shyly.

"...I want to become her Daoist partner."

Everyone: "..."