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

The elder in charge stood there, stunned.

The girl in white gently removed the straw hat from her head, revealing a beautiful face.

The elder in charge stammered, "You...you're also at the Golden Core stage?"

Ning Yue smiled lightly, revealing his spiritual power without any restraint.

—Undoubtedly the peak of the Golden Core stage?!

The elder in charge opened his mouth without realizing it.

She looks like a girl in her early teens, how could she really be at the peak of the Golden Core realm?!

This year's competition looks very interesting.

Not only were the elders stunned, but the scattered cultivators around them also stared at Ning Yue in groups of three or five, unable to move their feet.

He stared blankly at Ning Yue.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly young and innocent girl in front of me was actually a Golden Core cultivator.

Could it be that they used a youth-preserving pill?

Only the young man in black, around thirty years old, stood to the side and offered his hands in greeting.

"My name is Wen Quanyi."

"My name is Ningning," Ning Yue replied with a smile.

The elder in charge finally came to his senses, swallowed hard, and continued to instruct, "This way."

I finally said it.

Ning Yue laughed and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, we'll be opponents in the first round."

Wen Quan nodded slightly.

After all, among the rogue cultivators, only their cultivation levels are truly comparable, so it's definitely a comparison between the two of them.

"Please give me your guidance and don't hold back," Ning Yue said.

Wen Quanyi nodded again: "Of course, it all depends on ability."

Sure enough, the elder in charge quickly announced that Ningning and Wen Quanyi would be paired up.

First, a duel will take place.

The situation is exactly the opposite of that of the disciples of the sect.

The disciples of the sect fight each other first, while the stronger ones are left until the end.

However, among the independent cultivators, those with higher cultivation levels naturally attracted attention, and thus the duel began first.

Ning Yue was still a little dazed that they were already on the finals stage so soon.

Wen Quanyi drew his sword first and said calmly, "Excuse me."

After saying that, he rushed forward swiftly.

Ning Yue easily dodged the attack with a nimble movement.

The people watching from below were mostly independent cultivators.

After all, the duel between rogue cultivators isn't very interesting, and few people come here to watch.

The discussion has already started below.

"Who do you think will win between them?"

"Do you even need to ask? It's definitely the man in black. Didn't you see how imposing he is?"

"That girl is pretty good too. Didn't you see they were evenly matched?"

"...If you ask me, this girl has a better chance of winning. Her movements are very smooth and fluid."

"Watch closely, stop overthinking. We can't decide who wins or loses just by talking."

A flash of sword light streaked across the stage, bright and dazzling, before slamming into the ground with a loud thud.

Everyone involuntarily closed their eyes for a moment, but not wanting to miss anything, they quickly opened them again.

The sword light was clearly the one Wen Quan had flicked, leaving a deep and long sword mark on the ground.

A murmur of disapproval rippled through the crowd.

Then he turned his gaze to Ning Yue.

Ning Yue actually crossed his legs and leaned against the edge of the fence, looking at the sword marks on the ground with an appreciative gaze.

He remained completely calm and composed, seemingly not considering the other party a threat at all.

Everyone held their breath, and even the elder in charge couldn't help but turn his gaze to Ning Yue.

Ning Yue didn't even draw his sword!

Everyone thought that after so many moves, the little girl should be exhausted from Wen Quanyi's fierce offensive.

I didn't expect them to not even have drawn their swords yet!

What does that mean?

This shows that the girl didn't take the other person seriously at all.

Their strength is terrifying!

All eyes were fixed on Ning Yue, and no one dared to look away for even a moment.

Wen Quan took a few breaths, looked at Ning Yue with surprise, and exclaimed, "Amazing!"

"Big brother, you're just as good," Ning Yue said.

Although she had suppressed her cultivation level to the Golden Core stage.

But she is essentially a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Both the fluidity of the combat and the sensitivity of the combat were significantly higher than the opponent's.

Therefore, there is not much difference between looking at a golden elixir and looking at a novice.

Wen Quanyi said, "Please draw your sword, young lady."

Ning Yue slowly walked to the center, looked up at Wen Quanyi: "Big brother, are you sure?"

She said very sincerely, "If I really drew my sword, you might be defeated in one move."

Wen Quanyi's expressionless face seemed to pause for a moment, then he gently curled the corners of his lips.

"Please draw your sword."

"Okay." Seeing his insistence, Ning Yue didn't refuse and put her hand across her waist.

The solemn sound of a sword being drawn rang out in the silence, and a flash of cold light suddenly illuminated half the sky.

The cold light was so dazzling that it forced everyone to close their eyes.

It took a while before I was finally able to open my eyes.

Ning Yue stood proudly on the stage, his chin slightly raised, his arms with smooth lines, and the blade of his sword gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

In the blink of an eye, the entire final stage was covered with a thin layer of ice, which was emanating from the sword in Ning Yue's hand.

Everyone: "..."

That's incredible!

Wen Quan had thought Ning Yue was very strong, but he didn't expect her to be this strong. He and the others were all stunned.

Ning Yue smiled and nodded slightly, saying, "I apologize for the inconvenience."

The sword flashed again, gleaming with a chilling light, and then made a "bang".

A black figure was suddenly thrown out of the final arena and crashed hard into the ground.

Wen Quan suffered a complete defeat!

As they sheathed their swords, the icy feeling immediately disappeared, and everyone felt their bodies gradually warming up.

The sound of swallowing saliva rose and fell, and Ning Yue lightly jumped down under the astonished gazes of the crowd.

He reached out and helped Wen Quanyi up.

"I'm sorry, are you alright?"

Wen Quanyi was amazed by the difference between himself and Ning Yue, and said blankly, "It's nothing, it's just a minor injury."

The elder in charge was almost stammering: "Ning... Ningning has won and will advance to compete against the sect disciples."

Ning Yue stroked his chin and asked, "Is there a revival round here?"

The elder was taken aback: "A revival match?"

Ning Yue explained, "Wen Quanyi is quite strong, even stronger than some sect disciples in my opinion. Surely he won't fail to advance?"

"Of course not." The elder in charge realized what was going on. "He will continue to fight with the people below, and if he wins, he can go up."

"That's good." Ning Yue nodded. "When is my next match?"

The elder in charge followed Ning Yue's lead perfectly: "It'll be soon, right away."

"I'll go ahead first." Ning Yue waved to Wen Quan, "...See you later."

They completely believed he could advance.

"Okay, see you later." Wen Quan nodded solemnly.

Ning Yue had already left with the elder in charge, seemingly heading to the next venue.

……

Ning Yue was led to a place and sat for a short while when he heard people whispering.

"Have you heard? A remarkable figure has arrived among the rogue cultivators!"

"Really? Who is it?"

"I don't know the specifics yet. Did you suddenly feel a chill during the match?"

The man exclaimed in surprise, "You felt it too?! I was wondering what was going on!"

"...I heard it was that rogue cultivator who did it!"

"You're kidding me!?" the man's voice was hoarse. "How could someone be that strong?"

"He really is that strong!"

"Where is that person?" The voice trailed off. "They should be here at our arena by now..."

"I'm looking for it too. The one not wearing disciple's robes should be it..."

The group whispered among themselves as they looked around for anyone not wearing disciple robes.

"No way... I've looked all around and can't find it. You're lying, right..." a complaining voice rang out.

As soon as he finished speaking, he met Ning Yue's gaze, who was not wearing disciple's robes behind him.

Everyone: "..."

Ning Yue leisurely raised one eyebrow.