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

Ning Yue had already taken to the air when the crowd started to stir.

She sat sideways on the rooster, her legs dangling outside, swinging them leisurely back and forth.

His eyes darted between the two groups of people, whose colors were clearly distinct.

—Looking for their target.

Gong Zhi also ascended into the air on his sword, standing tall and straight behind Ning Yue, looking very pleased.

"The elder said you should just stay safe and hide. I thought you might not be able to resist the urge to make a move."

Gong Zhi said with relief, "It seems I was overthinking it."

Ning Yue smiled: "Senior brother, you guessed right."

"……Um?"

Just as Gong Zhi showed a puzzled expression, he saw Ning Yue conjure a large fireball at his fingertips.

Then, under Gong Zhi's puzzled gaze, he smiled and tossed it to the ground.

A scream immediately rang out from the ground.

Ning Yue sighed, "Since no one is interested in fighting me, I'll just stay here and be an assistant."

Gong Zhi: "..."

Gong Zhi fell silent, realizing for the first time that his junior sister was actually a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Ning Yue was afraid of actually burning people to death, so he didn't dare use the ancient fire and used ordinary flames instead.

Seeing that she was in a good mood, Gong Zhi did not make any further requests.

His mission was simply to protect Ning Yue from injury.

...Although Ning Yue doesn't seem to be injured at all.

Ning Yue threw fireballs down from the sky one after another.

Those below had to be wary of attacks while simultaneously keeping an eye on the sky above.

I'm being tortured to the point of almost going crazy.

Someone suddenly spotted Ning Yue in the sky and immediately shouted, "That's the fireball that little brat threw!!!"

The person who looked over was filled with anger, but hesitated when they saw Ning Yue...

"So small?! How could you possibly use fire magic of this level? You must have mistaken me for someone else!?"

"Exactly!" someone else countered. "She's at most eleven or twelve years old. Even the most talented person at that age hasn't reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet. That kind of fireball has at least the power of a Golden Core cultivator!"

"Did someone hit you on the head? Get away from here, or you'll get hit a couple more times..."

……

The man was utterly exasperated, and turned away angrily, saying, "Believe it or not, it's up to you!"

After saying that, he picked up his sword and moved away from the range of the fireball attack.

Ning Yue sat obediently on the leash, her doe eyes crinkling as she waved to the people watching her below.

Those people immediately dispelled their doubts.

This little girl is so cute, she looks like she's only in the Qi Refining stage.

Perhaps he is the child of one of the elders?

The Fusang Sect is truly extravagant; the person behind her, who appears to be quite powerful, doesn't even bother to protect her.

and……

The sword she was sitting on appeared to be a spirit sword, as it could even be controlled automatically.

None of them considered the possibility that Ning Yue was actually flying on his sword...

After all, at their age, they can only hold a sword at most.

Those with a bit more talent might be able to fly a few meters on their swords.

but--

Ning Yue's leisurely sitting posture with his legs swaying could not have been achieved in less than three to five years.

How could such a young child possibly have three to five years of sword-flying experience?

Seeing that the fireball hadn't appeared for a long time, the group felt relieved.

He didn't even bother with little Ning Yue, and was about to look away—

Ning Yue narrowed his eyes unhappily.

"...I always felt like they were looking down on me."

Gong Zhi nodded: "You're right."

……

So the others watched as the girl they had deemed harmless laughed lightly, a fireball forming at her fingertips—

Without any hesitation, they threw it in the direction of the group!

The group of people stared in disbelief: "...!?"

What's going on?!

It really is her!!!

Under the intense onslaught of fireballs, the group fled in disarray, their heads in their hands.

"Holy crap!? Could that be some old hag who ate a youth-restoring elixir?!"

Ning Yue became even angrier, and simultaneously conjured ten large fireballs from his ten fingers.

The fireball was incredibly hot; its dazzling light was almost as intense as the sun.

"What's wrong with taking the Rejuvenation Pill? Who said taking it makes you an old hag? People can eat whatever they want, why are you being so nosy?!"

again--

Ten fireballs were thrown down at the same time!

The flames were raging, and even when Ning Yue's fire fell to the ground, it continued to burn for a while.

However, this wave has somewhat affected our own people.

The elder in charge of law enforcement lifted his robe and looked up to shout.

"My good disciple's fire is really powerful! But it burned Master's clothes..."

He started to say something, but then, probably feeling he was losing his authority as a master, he immediately changed his mind and said—

"...But Master was more perceptive; only a tiny bit of his clothes were burned..."

The formation elder retorted, "My dear disciple's fire may have burned your master's hair, but master doesn't care! Master's hair grows very quickly!"

The two even started arguing as they talked.

"My hair grows fast!"

"...How many hairs are there in total? And they grow so fast?"

"—I'm quick!"

"...Don't be ridiculous! Look at that roll of fat around your stomach and say something!"

Ning Yue: "..."

Gong Zhi: "..."

I don't know what the two of them are arguing about...

A sharp red sword light suddenly struck! Ning Yue instinctively sensed the danger and quickly turned around.

Gong Zhi reacted extremely quickly, standing up to block Ning Yue, his five fingers rapidly spreading out, revealing a thin, gauze-like substance.

The substance, which looked like it could be punctured at any moment, actually blocked the sword light with ease.

Ning Yue casually tossed another fireball onto the ground.

How dare someone come up and attack me?

She raised an eyebrow and converted the spiritual energy around her into water.

It then condensed into an ice shield, firmly protecting both herself and Gong Zhi.

Gong Zhi was somewhat surprised, not expecting Ning Yue to use both spells so well.

The surrounding air was very condensed.

Gong Zhi said coldly, "Come out—"

A chilling laugh rang out—

It sounds so familiar!

Ning Yue frowned, a look of disbelief on his face. Wasn't this Qi Xucheng?

Whether Qi Xucheng was keeping everyone in suspense or not, he remained hidden in the shadows and did not come out.

Ning Yue frowned and said to the air, "I know it's you, Qi Xucheng, come out!"

Another soft laugh.

Gong Zhi pulled out a magical artifact from his Qiankun bag; it was an enormous scythe.

Gong Zhi was rather slender and stood straight and tall; the long arc of his sickle was even three times the width of his shoulders.

He gripped the handle, which was as thick as his wrist, his gaze indifferent and his expression calm.

Ning Yue: "..."

Ning Yue swallowed.

"Senior brother... this magical artifact doesn't really suit you."

"Is that so?" Gong Zhi's expression remained unchanged as he touched his magical artifact. "...Many people say that."

Ning Yue silently added another layer of protection for his senior brother, fearing that he might get hurt.

Gong Zhi knew what Ning Yue was worried about, but he still considerately accepted his junior sister's kindness.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, almost to the point of making everyone feel anxious.

Ning Yue finally got serious.

—After all, the opponent's strength is second only to Shi Yinghan, ranking second on the Tongtian Ranking.

Ning Yue suddenly felt an itch on her neck.

She twisted her neck awkwardly, and heard a sound coming from her neck—

"You really do pique my interest..."

It is Qi Xucheng!

Ning Yue frowned.

Then a whooshing sound came from behind.

Gong Zhi, holding a sickle, grazed Ning Yue's neck with the blade—

Ning Yue felt the hair on the side of her head being blown by the blade.

Qi Xucheng finally revealed himself—

He gripped the sickle in one hand, and a trail of blood trickled down his wrist from his palm...

His gaze, however, was fixed on Ning Yue.