Junior sister took first place again

Ning Jiasheng's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and she felt as if her body was about to be torn apart.

The rules of this realm had been completely rewritten by the Inner Demon. Using thoughts as a brush and the night as ink, the Inner Demon transformed the realm Ning Jiasheng had constructed with the Emperor's Sword into a territory that belonged solely to her.

Here, everything moves according to her thoughts. Ning Jiasheng's sword power is suppressed like never before. Every time she swings the sword, it seems as if she is bound by invisible shackles. The inner demon watches coldly, watching Ning Jiasheng struggling like a lone boat in the raging sea.

Under the pervasive attack of the inner demon, the light of the Emperor's Sword gradually dimmed, and it was almost impossible to maintain its complete shape in Ning Jiasheng's hand.

Ning Jiasheng was dazed and drowsy, and because of the influence of the evil spirit, she swung the sword frantically. The evil spirit on the sword had surpassed the spiritual energy. In the intense pain, various sounds kept coming from her ears.

"Look at what you look like now, are you worthy of being my master?"

The inner demon added fuel to the fire. "Give up, little beauty. You can't defeat me, nor can you control the Emperor's Sword."

In the moments of lucidity, Ning Jiasheng shook her head desperately, "No! I won't give up. I won't lose to you, and I won't lose to a sword." She didn't even realize that she could no longer make a sound.

The pain tore Ning Jiasheng's consciousness into pieces. The inner demon guided the evil spirit of the Emperor's Sword, allowing Ning Jiasheng to see how high-spirited the true owners of the Emperor's Sword were.

"Admit it, this is the scene you desire most in your heart." The inner demon was like a poisonous snake, touching Ning Jiasheng's desire for power.

No one can resist the temptation of holding the Emperor's Sword. The pleasure of becoming the common ruler of the world makes her experience the satisfaction brought by supreme power. Will she be willing to give it up?

"Look, you are born with the power to control the world. Why do you want to refuse? Why hide your ambition?" Ning Jiasheng's eyes immediately showed a trace of ambition that was as determined as a hungry wolf.

Another voice also echoed in her ears: "As a descendant of the Ji family, you should take this ambition as an honor, accept it, enjoy it, and become a true emperor."

The inner demon continued to seduce her, her voice gentle and full of allure, "You are the one I have chosen. You don't need to fight, you don't need to sacrifice. As long as you are willing to follow me, all of this will easily become a reality."

Ning Jiasheng was trapped in darkness, unable to see the way forward. She seemed to have forgotten many things, but fortunately, there was a voice guiding her. If she followed it, she could leave this place.

Ning Jiasheng looked around in confusion, about to walk back to where the sound had come from. The inner demon's lips curled up, but Ning Jiasheng suddenly stopped, looked over, and spoke through gritted teeth, enunciating each word: "No! Inner demon... you can't even think about it!"

After saying this, her consciousness fragmented again, and she continued to swing her sword wildly. She launched powerful attacks one after another, but they were like stones sinking into the sea, all dissipating into nothingness.

The inner demon knew that she was determined and had never expected such a method to succeed.

She smiled grimly, and in a split second, the scene changed again. This time, she wanted Ning Jiasheng to experience the consequences of failure firsthand.

Everything she cared about vanished before her eyes: the desertion of family, the betrayal of friends, the disappointment of fellow students... Every scene was so real, Ning Jiasheng felt the pain of betrayal and abandonment again and again. This pain was like thousands of tiny needles piercing her heart at the same time, making it almost impossible to breathe. Ning Jiasheng fell into a temporary numbness.

"You are afraid of failure now, afraid of losing everything." The inner demon's voice was low and threatening, like a devil's whisper echoing in his ears. "As long as you surrender and submit to me, I will protect you and save you from this pain."

Ning Jiasheng felt an unprecedented struggle. The illusions of beauty, like sugar-coated bullets, constantly assaulted her mental defenses. The sweetness of power eroded her sanity like poison, and the overwhelming pressure of fear, like a mountain crushing an egg, made her breathless. All of this tested her will, and inevitably, a wavering began to appear in her heart.

At the same time, the ancestral worship ceremony of the coronation ceremony had been completed. Xue Wuying and the officials temporarily separated in the Taimiao to change into dragon robes. The officials then went directly to the main hall to wait for the new emperor's return and went forward to pay homage in turn.

Xue Wuying sat on the bicycle frame with a serious face, but he was actually a little uneasy in his heart. The mysterious man had been missing today, and Xue Wuying suspected that he was planning something in secret.

At this time, there was also a group of people in the hall, hiding their anxiety in their eyes, waiting for something.

The time is almost up, and there is still no news from His Highness Zhaohua. Given His Highness's abilities, he must have been held back by some difficult person or thing.