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

Before they could react, they were thrown several meters away.

The land around her had been turned upside down, giving the area a free overhaul.

"Wow—" Ning Yue looked at his hands, "This is enough to hit people? That's so satisfying!"

She was intrigued for a moment, then turned and saw the boy in white next to her.

He was still sitting on the ground, staring blankly at Ning Yue.

Ning Yue reached out to pull him: "Are you alright?"

The boy in white blankly offered her his hand: "It's nothing..."

"What's your name?"

"..." The white-robed youth looked at Ning Yue and said slowly, "My name is Jiang Yishen."

"Hello, hello," Ning Yue said warmly, shaking his hand. "My name is Ning Yue."

The group of elegantly dressed young men shakily stood up from the ground.

Pointing at Ning Yue: "Could it be... you're from the Upper Realm?"

"Huh?" Ning Yue pointed to himself. "Of course not, I'm just an ordinary little genius in cultivation."

They made such a commotion that it attracted the attention of the elder in charge.

"What are you doing!" The elder in charge frowned, his eyes sharp.

"Anyone who causes trouble during the apprenticeship election will be disqualified from running. Guards! Throw them out!"

Ning Yue: "Oh ho..."

The richly dressed young man seemed unfazed by what he heard.

He snorted and tilted his head back, pulling a wooden plaque from his sleeve.

"Elder," the richly dressed youth narrowed his eyes, "this has nothing to do with us, it's her!"

He pointed at Ning Yue: "She started it. She attacked us without saying a word. I heard she's from the lower realm. Maybe she's jealous of our good background."

Ning Yue clapped his hands: "How shameless!"

The richly dressed youth remained unmoved, his chubby face contorted with malice as he sneered, "If anyone should be thrown at, it should be them!"

The elder in charge stared blankly at the wooden plaque in his hand.

He then looked at Ning Yue and Jiang Yishen, his expression sharp: "Disqualify them and throw them out!"

Several people dressed in the sect's uniform approached, seemingly fearing a sudden attack from her, and were extremely cautious.

Jiang Yishen clutched the clothes at his side and looked around.

It seems I'm really going to be thrown out. I don't care about myself, but...

Jiang Yishen looked at Ning Yue with guilt, her eyes glistening with tears: "I'm sorry, if you don't help me..."

"It's nothing," Ning Yue waved his hand dismissively, staring curiously at the wooden plaque in the hand of the elegantly dressed young man.

The elder in charge only let them go because he saw the wooden plaque in his hand, and then turned his anger on him.

"Excuse me, what is this wooden sign for?"

The elegantly dressed youth arrogantly raised his chin and carefully tucked the wooden plaque into his pocket.

"You're from the lower realm, aren't you? You don't even know this. This is the outer disciple token of the Fusang Sect. I've already been internally designated as an outer disciple of one of the five major sects, so the only ones who can get out are you."

"Wow—" Ning Yue said in an admiring tone, "It must cost a lot of money, after all, you're such a good-for-nothing and don't seem to have any ability."

"Hmph, of course—" The young master in fine clothes was about to feel smug when he suddenly realized something.

Ning Yue stood still, watching him with a leisurely air: "Admit you're a good-for-nothing, or admit you spend money?"

The richly dressed young master didn't answer, and angrily shouted at the surrounding disciples, "What are you all dawdling about? Throw them out now!"

The elder in charge looked at Ning Yue with an unfriendly expression.

"Since he was chosen as an outer disciple, he must have some extraordinary qualities. The Fusang Sect has never had the practice of buying a seat."

Ning Yue propped his head up, looking around at the disciples who were cautiously approaching with a bored expression.

"Since there are pre-selected outer disciples, are there also pre-selected inner disciples?"

The elder in charge replied expressionlessly, "Of course there are. Outer disciples have wooden plaques, while inner disciples have bronze plaques."

Ning Yue smiled and said, "Thank you for your explanation."

She reached into her bosom—

"I have another question..." Ning Yue said with a smile, "...What's the jade pendant for?"

She extended two fingers and pinched the jade pendant, which was flawless and translucent, shining in the sunlight.

An eerie silence fell over the surroundings...

It wasn't just the richly dressed young man and the disciples who were preparing to attack him.

Even the elder in charge was stunned.

He stared in disbelief at the jade pendant in the girl's hand.

"Direct...direct disciples are designated as jade tablets..."

An uproar erupted all around. The surrounding disciples were unsure whether to continue the attack or disperse, and waited helplessly for the elder's instructions.

The richly dressed boy opened his mouth wide and took a few steps back.

"How...how is that possible! That's a direct disciple's token. The Fusang Sect hasn't accepted any direct disciples for years."

Ning Yue looked at the jade pendant in his hand, never expecting it to be so useful.

I'll have to thank those old men properly when I see them again.

She held up the jade token and looked at the elder: "Should we verify its authenticity?"

"No...no need," the elder in charge stammered.

He never expected that this seemingly harmless little girl would actually be the sect's designated direct disciple.

He was just a minor elder in charge, and he had to be very respectful to the direct disciples. He only had some authority in front of the outer disciples.

That's why he secretly used his position to resell sect wooden plaques to earn some pocket money.

The little girl looks so young, she probably won't notice.

The elder in charge made a quick decision and pointed to the group of finely dressed young men.

"How dare they slander a direct disciple like that! They almost fooled me too! The Fusang Sect has no disciples like that. Throw them out! They're forbidden from ever entering the Fusang Sect again!"

The richly dressed youths were powerless to resist and were being dragged out.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were a direct disciple, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to slander you even if you gave me a thousand lives."

"Please forgive me this time. My parents gave me this only right, and if I go back like this, I'll be kicked out of the house!"

Ning Yue said calmly, "Why weren't you like this when you were bullying people? Weren't you quite smug just now?"

Ning Yue showed no intention of letting the matter drop, and the young man in fine clothes turned his gaze to the elder in charge.

"Elder! Elder! My family has given you so much..."

The elder in charge shouted urgently, "Gag him! He's spouting nonsense! I've never met you! What do you mean, 'your family'?!"

"Mmm-mmm-mmm—"

The elder in charge only breathed a sigh of relief after those people were dragged out of sight.

He wondered if Ning Yue would mind, and secretly glanced at Ning Yue.

The elder in charge calmed himself down and spoke in a kind tone.

"You two young friends, your mood has been disturbed by irrelevant people. Why don't you go inside and rest for a while?"

Jiang Yishen was stunned, never expecting things to develop this way. He stared blankly at Ning Yue.

"You...I...um..."

Ning Yue patted his shoulder reassuringly.

Her expression remained unchanged, and her tone was calm: "Just an insignificant person."

It seems I didn't notice.

The elder in charge was relieved.

Ning Yue took Jiang Yishen's hand and walked forward.

"Please arrange for us to enter the trial grounds, Elder. We'll participate now."