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

Ning Yue lay sprawled in the center of the library, a seemingly unreliable book covering his face.

Xiao Hua stood on Ning Yue's shoulder and patted her face twice with a leaf.

"Wake up! Wake up! You've finished your cultivation, have you finished reading the book before going to sleep!"

Ning Yue muttered, "Let me sleep for a while. I've been cultivating all night, I'm exhausted!"

Xiao Hua looked at Ning Yue, bewildered: "What nonsense are you spouting? Only an hour has passed outside, it's still early in the long night!"

Ning Yue looked up at the sky speechlessly: "What kind of space is this? How come the flow of time is different from the outside!"

If one hour passes outside, five hours must have passed here.

"Yes," Xiaohua nodded proudly, hands on her hips.

"How wonderful! It provides convenience for your cultivation. So many people complain that they don't have enough time to cultivate."

"Alright, alright, ancestors!" Ning Yue resignedly got up from the ground. "I'll start cultivating now."

Xiaohua nodded in satisfaction.

Under Xiao Hua's supervision, Ning Yue cultivated in the consciousness space for fifteen hours.

Thirty hours in a row!

Ning Yue had expected to be exhausted after going out into the world, but to her surprise, she felt refreshed.

However, based on the modern concept of rest.

As soon as Ning Yue emerged from the consciousness space, he threw off the covers, lay down, and took a nap.

It was still dark, the sky a hazy gray. All the elders of the Fusang Sect were huddled together in one place—

"Strange, how can there be such a large fluctuation of spiritual energy?"

"Said an elder with a white beard."

"It's a pity that the sect leader and the eldest young master went to Lingyun Mountain and can't come back now, otherwise we could have found out where the spiritual energy fluctuations were coming from."

"Hmph!" said another elder, who was also wearing a black veil.

"In short, the spiritual energy fluctuations occurred within the jurisdiction of the Fusang Sect. With the disciple selection election approaching, it was probably caused by one of the children who came to participate in the election."

The long-bearded elder said, "Among the eligible candidates from all the major families this year, none possess spiritual power to this extent."

He pondered for a moment, then said, "Let's just wait and see."

"If he is truly a promising talent, we must recruit him into our sect."

……

Ning Yue buried her head in the blanket and slept soundly, her sleep quality was excellent.

I was woken up by noises outside, chattering and very annoying.

Ning Yue frowned and got out of bed.

Suddenly I felt incredibly light, a lightness I had never felt before, as if I could float while walking.

It seems this is the result of practicing for a full thirty hours last night!

Ning Yue was brimming with confidence.

A little bit of training, that's nothing to worry about!

She spent yesterday cramming on knowledge in her consciousness space.

The cultivation realms in this world are divided into nine major stages, and each major stage is further divided into three minor stages.

Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation, Void Refining, Out-of-Body Transformation, Body Integration, Tribulation Transcending, Mahayana.

She cultivated all night yesterday and has successfully advanced to the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

The day after tomorrow is the grand election for accepting apprentices, and I estimate I can rise a few more ranks before then.

The piercing sound from outside the door rang out again—

"Stop talking nonsense! You have to give me a room. I don't care if you kick everyone else out, none of these people are as important as our young master!"

"Do you know who our young master is...? Treat him well, he's more precious than everyone else in the inn combined!"

Ning Yue walked out of the room—

Inside the hall, a group of people were confronting the shopkeeper.

In the very center was a man with a refined face, wearing a fiery red robe and frowning.

He doesn't look very old.

The innkeeper was in a real predicament. "We simply don't have any rooms left. The last room we had was rented out yesterday."

"I would be grateful if you could stay at another house for a few days. As soon as a room becomes available, I will send someone to invite you."

The young man in the red robe remained silent, but the attendant beside him was aggressive.

"I've told you so many times, we need rooms now, so kick out the last person from yesterday's room! Clean it up and make it vacant right now!"

A crowd had gathered in the lobby, all secretly observing the farce, with no intention of intervening or mediating.

Ning Yue: "..."

She was probably the last customer yesterday...

Ning Yue found it boring. How could the shopkeeper do such a thing? Would he ruin his own reputation? And he even woke her up so early in the morning.

I can't help but mutter: "...There's something wrong with him."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire hall fell into an eerie silence, and countless gazes began to drift toward Ning Yue.

Ning Yue naturally knew that she couldn't say anything in this situation; she could just watch, even though it concerned her room...

So the volume of her complaint was very low, and not only that, the distance was also quite far, so in theory, you shouldn't have been able to hear her complaint.

But Ning Yue didn't realize for a moment that this was a cultivation world.

Anyone with sharp ears and eyes can hear even the faintest cricket chirping.

The servants who were facing off in the center of the hall all turned to look at Ning Yue.

The handsome man in the middle, dressed in red, also squinted and looked over—

Xiao Hua clicked her tongue and appeared out of nowhere on Ning Yue's shoulder.

Looking at the group opposite him, he asked with a complicated expression, "What does that look mean?"

The servant gave Ning Yue a disdainful look, sizing him up and down.

"Miss..." He looked at Ning Yue with a half-smile and disdain as he walked over.

"...You came from the lower realm, didn't you? What did you just say? Dare to say it again?" His tone was full of threat and coldness.

"Oh, so this is a threat?" Xiaohua's voice was cold.

No one has ever dared to threaten it to its face; this is the first time someone has been so bold.

"Idiots," Xiaohua said coldly, staring directly at the group of people, her icy aura emanating from her.

"The strongest among that group is only at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, and the one in red is only at the Golden Core stage. I could take them down in less than two punches!"

Ning Yue was shocked. She had just finished reviewing the cultivation realms and naturally knew the power of the Nascent Soul stage.

But Xiao Hua's casual remark that she was "only in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm" truly shocked her.

Although he spoke very strongly, Ning Yue was still somewhat uneasy.

"...Are you really that amazing?"

Xiao Hua coldly stomped her foot hard on Ning Yue's shoulder: "Of course?"

"Aren't you angry that they're so arrogant?" Xiaohua looked at Ning Yue with exasperation.

"Aren't we allowed to say anything about their thuggish behavior? We didn't point our fingers at them and yell at them!"

Ning Yue retorted, "...Of course I'm angry."

"But now..." Xiao Hua interrupted Ning Yue, her tone becoming contemptuous.

"I'm here, you can point your finger at them and yell at them!"

Ning Yue was naturally angry, especially since the other person had looked at her with such a disgusting gaze.

When she realized that her complaints had been overheard, she felt disgusted by the other person's gaze and threats.

But considering her own abilities, she decided to simply apologize and run away.

However, judging from their attitude, they were clearly not going to give up.

But now...

Little Flower has appeared! Judging from her aura, she doesn't care about them at all!

Then why is she still putting up with this nonsense here?!

"Little Flower is awesome!" Ning Yue praised Little Flower enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling, while his gaze toward the group opposite him was very firm.

She can't let this go now.

"Are you hard of hearing? Of course I can repeat it again."

Ning Yue smiled at them and said, word by word, "Stupid master, stupid servant."

The next moment—

A sword light came flying straight at me!

Ning Yue opened her eyes briefly, her eyes catching the glint of the sword. She quickly adjusted her posture.

Xiao Hua let out a soft laugh, watching the sword light with confidence.

"Zheng—!"

The sound of an impact came, but it wasn't Xiaohua who made the move.

Little Flower clicked her tongue impatiently and looked around: "Who stole my credit!"

It was just about to unleash its ultimate move to teach those people a lesson! But its attack was intercepted beforehand.

Ning Yue squinted as she looked—

The shopkeeper, who had been standing far away just moments before, was now standing right in front of him, his face calm, even cold.

There was no trace of the weakness and submission he had shown during the standoff just moments before.

"Fighting with swords is prohibited inside the inn this month."

A cold glint flashed in the shopkeeper's eyes as he looked at the young man in red robes in the middle.

"Does Young Master Qi intend to break the rules?"

The servants surrounding the man in red gasped and looked at the shopkeeper with wary eyes.

"How do you know my family—" The servant was about to say something when he was interrupted.

"Isn't it Qi Xucheng, the son of the sect leader of the Purgatory Sect, one of the five major sects?" the shopkeeper said coldly.

Qi Xucheng raised his hand to stop the servant beside him who wanted to speak, and revealed his first smile so far, a smile that sent chills down one's spine.

He raised his hand and pointed at Ning Yue, who was still in a daze.

"Of course, I, Qi, did not mean to break the rules of Tongyue Inn, however," he paused slightly.

"But this young lady's disrespect towards me is my own business, and I shouldn't let Tongyue Inn interfere."

He raised the corner of his mouth, looked at Ning Yue, and waited for the shopkeeper's answer.

"This..." The shopkeeper looked at Ning Yue, somewhat hesitant.

"What the hell are you talking about, not respecting me?" Ning Yue's eyes were like he was looking at a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur).

"You and your servants brazenly fought over a room and bullied the innkeeper in public, and you expect others to respect you?"

Qi Xucheng was taken aback.

Ning Yue took the initiative to push away the shopkeeper who was blocking his way.

The shopkeeper was surprised, but still obediently stepped back.

She calmly met Qi Xucheng's gaze for two seconds, thinking of what Xiaohua had said about this person being at the Golden Core stage.

With hands on his hips, he said, "So what do you want with me, you Golden Core weakling—"

With Xiaohua around, what's there to be afraid of?!

Upon hearing this, not only Qi Xucheng and his servants were stunned, but even the shopkeeper was taken aback.

The air froze—