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

Ning Yue stood obediently.

The other six were all quite tall, around fifteen or sixteen years old.

Ning Yue, a twelve-year-old child who still looked quite naive, stood upright, his arms wrapped around a pink sword.

"...The CEO is so cute."

"...Is this adorable child really the top sword cultivator?"

Ning Yue ignored these comments.

On the contrary, several inner disciples around him kept looking down at Ning Yue.

Ning Yue's forehead twitched: "..."

Can you please stop judging people by their appearance?

He Cheng quickly divided everyone into groups.

Ning Yue naturally formed a group of six with the inner disciples of the sword cultivation sect.

These six people all seemed to have social anxiety; they just stared at each other without saying a word.

The air was silent.

……

Only when He Cheng called them to carry the sword did they breathe a sigh of relief.

They rushed to He Cheng's side, each carrying more than a dozen swords as they unleashed them.

Ning Yue wanted to go up and lend a hand.

One of the boys, who looked extremely shy, immediately stopped him, speaking haltingly.

"Senior Sister, please sit down, we...we'll take care of it!"

After saying that, the six of them quickly distributed the Xuan Sword.

Then they all stood behind Ning Yue.

Ning Yue was really confused.

Is this a sign of fear? She hasn't done anything wrong. She's been standing here obediently the whole time.

She slowly moved her feet and looked toward the shy boy.

"that……"

The boy immediately replied, "Senior sister, my name is Shen Xu."

Ning Yue felt a little embarrassed after being called "senior sister" like that.

"Oh, they didn't give me the sword..."

Shen Xu: "..."

Shen Xu's expression went blank for a moment.

He then turned to look at his teammates.

The teammates all shook their heads, indicating that they didn't have any more Xuan Swords.

Shen Xu blankly withdrew his Xuan Sword: "Then Senior Sister, please use this Xuan Sword."

He Cheng noticed the situation and came over.

He glanced at Shen Xu, then at Ning Yue.

"It seems we forged one less sword, but it's too late to forge it now."

Shen Xu had already taken the Xuan Sword into his hands, intending to give it to Ning Yue.

Ning Yue didn't take it, waving his hand: "Perfect, I'll use my own sword. I'm used to it, and other swords just don't feel right."

He Cheng: "Your sword is a famous sword called 'Sword of Echo,' which has a spirit and is not easy to control."

"...Using a unified Xuan Sword is to make it easier for you to manipulate spiritual power. Using the Summoning Sword would probably be difficult to control."

Ning Yue pushed Shen Xu's hand back and hugged her very girlish Huanming.

"No need for that, I'll just use the call function."

Since she had said that, He Cheng didn't press the matter further.

"First, place the sword on the ground, gather spiritual energy at your fingertips, and inject it into the sword to make it tremble."

Ning Yue pinched her two fingers together; she and Huanming had also developed some feelings for each other.

It should be quite easy to activate.

The group of six people next to her were sword cultivators after all, and they had some talent.

All attempts were successful on the first try. The Xuan Sword rose up with a slight tremor, emitting a series of melodious sword cries.

"Okay, keep it up." He Cheng's voice rang in my ear.

The moment they were about to relax, they immediately tensed up again.

However, other factions did not have such smooth sailing, and many tried several times without success.

He Cheng went over to give instructions one by one, but kept a close eye on the twelve-year-old chief sword cultivator.

Ning Yue looked at the spiritual energy overflowing from her fingertips, afraid that there was too much, and restrained herself from letting out too much spiritual energy.

She patted the hilt of the ringing sword with her other hand: "Listen to me, just do it halfway, don't go too far."

After saying that, Ning Yue took a deep breath and slowly poured his spiritual power into the Summoning Sword.

Shen Xu and his group of six also looked closely at Ning Yue.

The injection was successful! The chirping sound trembled slightly.

Injection in the second second: The call slowly rises, successful!

Injection at the third second: From now on, just hold on!

Ning Yue was just about to breathe a sigh of relief—

Suddenly, Huanming began to struggle violently!

...! ! !

Ning Yue had half a breath left, but it was swallowed back down her throat.

There was too much spiritual energy, making it somewhat difficult for Huanming to remain still.

Ning Yue sighed. "Let's figure out a way to stop Huanming first."

She lifted the hem of her dress, leaped forward lightly, and stood on the longsword like a wisp of smoke.

He Cheng: "..."

Shen Xu and his group of six: "..."

The sword emitted a sword-like sound, causing the entire sword to tremble. Ning Yue stood steadily on it, his expression unchanged.

Then, Huanming rushed upwards at an extremely fast speed, so fast that only a pink afterimage could be seen.

Even Ning Yue, who stood unmoved on his sword, became a blur.

Ning Yue: "..."

Ning Yue felt the force of the wind hitting his face, steadied himself, and shielded his face with his hand.

"Did I really give you so much spiritual power to drive you crazy, or have you been holding back for too long and want to go crazy?"

The ringing trembled slightly, emitting a sword's cry—

He Cheng frowned and immediately flew up on his sword, but Huanming's speed was too fast. Even if he caught up, he couldn't make a move, lest Ning Yue get hurt.

Ning Yue understood what Huanming meant.

In the swift wind that came rushing in, one foot stretched out and stepped on the hilt of the chirping sword.

"Stop now, and I'll take you out to play tonight. If you don't stop, I'll let you gather dust in my Qiankun bag."

Huanming let out a pitiful whimper and finally stopped.

Ning Yue sighed, tidied himself up in mid-air, and leisurely rode Huanming back to the ground.

Ning Yue thought that Huanming had just wanted to go wild and have some fun, so she tried to calm him down.

But to others, it looked like Ning Yue was showing off his uncontrollable famous sword.

Ning Yue jumped and landed lightly on the ground.

Huanming, in an extremely pretentious manner, spun 360 degrees in the air.

The pink sword light was dazzling, and a few seconds later, it landed precisely in Ning Yue's hand.

Ning Yue didn't have to put in any effort; he just helped Ning Yue show off once.

Shen Xu and his group of six: "..."

He Cheng: "..."

Jiang Yishen and Duan Huailin, who watched the whole thing from a short distance, were speechless.

What an effortless and natural way to show off!

Ning Yue looked up: "...Sorry, I gave too much spiritual energy, and the summoning is not behaving well."

He Cheng: "..."

Do I even need to teach that?!

This is clearly something they learned to use skillfully without any instruction!

Shen Xu looked at Ning Yue with shining eyes, no longer shy or stammering.

"Is this your first time flying on a sword, Senior Sister?! That's amazing!"

Ning Yue nodded slightly: "Yes, this is probably my first time flying on a sword by myself, and it was pretty fast..."

He Cheng: "..."

He could maintain stability and ease while wielding the sword at that speed.

Even when it became a blur, it didn't fall, and instead completed a 360-degree spin high in the air.

Reaching this level would take at least three to five years of study!

This little girl managed to fly on a sword on her very first try?

The graduation assessment he arranged was to maintain rapid sword flight without slowing down or moving slowly, while avoiding obstacles.

"You don't need to come to class anymore..." He Cheng said, "What you just did was more difficult than the graduation assessment I arranged."

Ning Yue: "...Okay."

The teacher told me on the very first day of class that I didn't need to take the final exam, who knows!