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

The five people at the table had different expressions.

Qi Bei was genuinely unhappy.

He looked at Qi Xucheng with a dark and brooding gaze.

What is he doing!

He was so embarrassed listening to those old men praising Ning Yue.

I tried my best not to participate in their conversation, but my gaze kept drifting downwards.

Ning Yue chased after Qi Xucheng and beat him, while Qi Xucheng seemed powerless to fight back.

Ning Yue's every move was beautiful and fluid, with the sword light left by the blade swirling around him and petals scattering.

It made her radiate a bright and cheerful aura.

on the contrary--

Qi Xucheng suffered repeated defeats.

There were already dissenting voices from the audience.

"Is this Qi Xucheng? When did he become so weak?"

"Wasn't he second last year? Was his ranking inflated last time?!"

Some people countered: "Please! It's Ning Yue who's too strong, okay?"

Even with such a strong protective spiritual energy barrier, we could still feel the sharpness of her sword.

"Exactly, look at Ning Yue's moves. Even with our comprehensive perspective, we can't see them, let alone Qi Xucheng who is facing Ning Yue directly."

The people around him nodded in agreement.

The members of the Purgatory Sect were so worried they almost left their seats.

"What's wrong with Senior Brother?! Ning Yue is ridiculously strong!"

"Really only twelve years old, not some old monster who used a youth-preserving elixir?"

His companion interrupted him helplessly: "Some people questioned it before, but it's definitely true that she's twelve years old."

One of the girls scoffed, "Is it so hard to admit that someone is amazing?"

"I see you've consumed quite a few Youth-Preserving Pills, how come you're still only at the Foundation Establishment stage?"

The man from the Purgatory Sect blushed, but he couldn't refute her. He could only stare angrily at the little girl's back.

I don't know which sect they belong to, they weren't wearing disciple robes.

……

Ning Yue on the stage stopped his sword, held the Sheng Hua sword horizontally in the distance, and looked at Qi Xucheng with disdain.

"This is so boring."

Qi Xucheng looked up abruptly, panting, a drop of sweat sliding down his cheek.

"And yet I was so looking forward to a proper sparring match with you..."

Ning Yue looked at him calmly, the emotion in her eyes suddenly disappearing.

"...I'm really disappointed."

Ning Yue casually picked up his sword, continuously channeling spiritual energy into it. Sheng Hua's entire body glowed, and she trembled with excitement.

She lowered her eyes, intending to deliver the final blow to Qi Xucheng and end the match; this kind of fighting was no longer meaningful.

Qi Xucheng watched helplessly—

Ning Yue's figure was strange; one could not detect her form without careful observation.

She combined several sword techniques from the Fusang Sect to create her own unique style of fighting.

Ning Yue has always been a versatile talent!

This is the result of her last-minute cramming.

— Quite good.

Ning Yue was barely satisfied.

Just as she was about to eliminate Qi Xucheng—

Qi Xucheng finally drew his sword.

A dark red sword suddenly appeared, and with a raised hand, the two powerful forces resisted each other.

Qi Xucheng was thrown back two or three meters by Ning Yue's impact.

Fortunately, we pulled through.

They won't be eliminated so easily.

Qi Bei's gloomy expression finally softened, and he loosened his grip on the wooden chair armrests.

Seeing that Qi Xucheng was finally able to resist, Ji Feng looked over with a sense of leisure.

—Perfect timing, judging from Xiao Yue's expression just now, he hadn't had enough of hitting her.

Let Ning Yue play a little longer and have some fun.

Ji Feng wasn't worried at all; he even leisurely closed his eyes.

Ning Yue gracefully flipped in mid-air and landed back on the ground, petals scattering behind her.

"Ah..." This time, even more female fans were gazing at Ning Yue with fascination.

Ning Yue raised an eyebrow and looked at Qi Xucheng: "I thought you were out of the game."

"You haven't had enough fun yet, of course we have to keep you company a little longer."

Qi Xucheng's words were different from before; there was no longer that faint sense of disdain in them.

It seemed as if they had finally become wary of Ning Yue, cautiously watching Ning Yue's every move.

Ning Yue nodded in satisfaction.

It seems she had quite a shock; this guy has finally stopped being arrogant and conceited.

He bowed his head and accepted Ning Yue's gift.

He accepted the opportunity Ning Yue had just given him.

— He deliberately slowed down his hand movements.

This finally gave Qi Xucheng the opportunity to wield the sword.

She had been relentlessly chasing and attacking him, and Qi Xucheng was unable to counter her swift and elusive moves.

They were barely able to keep themselves at bay, let alone fight back.

As for why Ning Yue gave him the opportunity.

That is of course--

Crush him mercilessly!

Ning Yue gave a wicked smile.

Whether it was humiliating him so he couldn't draw his sword, or what was about to happen—

Remove Qi Xucheng's arrogance.

She'll do it all!

Ning Yue nodded to Qi Xucheng, mimicking his previous manner: "You go first—"

Qi Xucheng looked at Ning Yue with an inscrutable expression.

With a light laugh, a cold glint appeared in his eyes, and he charged at Ning Yue with his heavy sword.

His speed, which he usually took pride in, was nothing but child's play in Ning Yue's eyes.

We have to thank the Fusang Sect's swordsmanship for this.

Ning Yue stood calmly in place, watching the heavy sword thrust towards him—

To an outsider, it would only take two or three seconds, but Ning Yue could clearly see the slow motion.

"So slow..." she muttered in dissatisfaction, then leaped forward—

The target I was watching right before my eyes vanished!

He was almost about to strike!

The next second, the heavy sword sank—

Ning Yue smiled as she stepped onto his tilted natal sword, looking at him with bright eyes: "Faster?"

Qi Xucheng didn't react at all, and thrust his sword forward!

Ning Yue, following the momentum, flipped over Qi Xucheng's head and delivered a knee strike—

He then struck Qi Xucheng on the back of the neck.

Qi Xucheng staggered and almost fell to his knees, looking at Ning Yue in surprise and doubt.

Ning Yue rubbed his knees: "I'm a fighting bull."

Although that was in a past life, it's not much different now.

Although it couldn't deal with Sang Daohe, a body-cultivating monster, it was more than enough to deal with Qi Xucheng, who couldn't use magic.

Ning Yue thought to herself, "That's fair. After all, she can't use magic either, otherwise Qi Xucheng would have been eliminated hundreds of years ago."

How could he have held on until now?

Ning Yue teased Qi Xucheng on stage with the mannerisms of a dog toy, making him spin around in circles.

Lure Qi Xucheng over, then randomly deliver a punch or a knee strike to any part of his body.

Without realizing it.

Qi Xucheng felt that there was no difference between having a sword and not having one.

He was breathing heavily.

This time it wasn't from being tired, it was from pain.

Ning Yue was overjoyed. He hadn't been able to fight him properly before because his cultivation level was too low, but this time he finally got his revenge.

The number of people watching from below the stage increased so much that it almost spilled out of the seating area.

Everyone held their breath and watched intently, their eyes glued to the scene of Ning Yue's one-sided fight.

All the voices in the audience that had previously questioned Ning Yue disappeared.

After all, she really dominated the second-place finisher from last year's list!

That's real skill!

Ning Yue looked at the heavy sword coming at him again and finally asked in confusion.

"There's something wrong with the quality of your Nascent Soul." She rested her chin on her hand. "It's not on the same level as mine or my senior brother's."

Too weak.

Qi Xucheng froze for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he quickly recovered, maintaining his thrusting motion towards Ning Yue.

Ning Yue understood as she looked at him.

She's been in the cultivation world for quite a while now, and she knows a little bit about everything.

"You've been on drugs," Ning Yue said, feigning concern. "Is that stuff even advisable?"