Junior sister took first place again

Ning Jiasheng was stuck in a quagmire, struggling fiercely in her heart. She gripped the Emperor's Sword tightly, her palms soaked with sweat.

"No, I can't give in!" She gritted her teeth, tried hard to open her eyes, and shouted with her last bit of strength.

The inner demon appeared on the other side and chuckled softly, making his face, which was exactly like Ning Jiasheng's, look eerie and sinister. "Your fear, your hesitation, are all my strength. How can you fight against a more powerful version of yourself?"

Ning Jiasheng suddenly burst into power when he heard this. "You're wrong. Don't flatter yourself. I'm not fighting myself, I'm fighting your lies and illusions."

"hehe--"

The inner demon laughed sarcastically, and then the surroundings suddenly turned into the place on Lingxiao Peak where Ning Jiasheng often practiced sword.

"You must be tired after practicing for so long. Come here quickly, Junior Sister. Let's take a break before practicing again."

The senior brother said with a smile in the front that the master was sitting opposite him and was also putting down the teacup, motioning her to come over and sit down to drink tea.

Ning Jiasheng felt warm in her heart. She had just traveled through time and had just met him, but she felt as if it had been a long time since she sat down and had tea with her master and senior brothers.

She put away her sword and walked forward, but for some reason, she suddenly had a splitting headache. Countless blurry fragments flashed through her mind, and a huge panic surged in her heart, almost drowning her.

[Stop! The war has begun, Master and Brother are not here.]

Ning Jiasheng paused, covered his head and frowned.

A voice said gently, "Asheng, you are tired. Come back to us."

Is this... my mother's voice!?

Ning Jiasheng's headache eased, and she looked up. Her mother was standing in front of her with her arms outstretched, smiling and looking at her, encouraging her to go forward.

Ning Jiasheng suddenly felt exhausted. Yes, she was really tired. She wanted to go to her mother's place to rest for a while, just for a while.

Ning Jiasheng walked towards Ning Xiaoxiao step by step, and the panic reappeared in his heart. Someone was shouting at the top of his lungs.

[Don't go over there! Wake up! These are all illusions! They're fake. Are these all traps set by the inner demon?]

[A Niang is dead. Don't be fooled by illusions. Have you forgotten Ah Sheng and your promise to her to avenge A Niang? Stop immediately!]

Who is stopping her?

Illusion? Inner demon? Who is real and who is fake?

She is Ning Jiasheng, then who is Asheng?

Ning Jiasheng covered her head, her face twisted in agony, her brow furrowed, her eyes wide and bloodshot. Her lips were pursed in agony, her teeth clenched, making a clattering sound.

Countless chaotic images flew through her mind. One moment, it was her master and senior brothers teaching her swordsmanship at Lingxiao Peak, and the next moment, it was her mother calling her to come over and rest.

She also saw many familiar faces, including the sect leader, Senior Sister Li Huan, Senior Brother Fei Yun, and younger generations like Lan Ying Zhenzhen. Everyone was gathered together, and they were all calling her over.

Are these all fake?

[Yes! Wake up quickly, or it will be too late!]

What was too late? What was she doing?

The voice vanished again, and the evil spirit raged through Ning Jiasheng, causing her body to twitch involuntarily. Her limbs were sometimes stiff, sometimes weak, as if countless invisible tentacles were tearing at her muscles and bones.

The inner demon was looking at her evilly with his arms folded in the air. It looked like if he put in a little more effort, maybe she could take over her body earlier.

Thinking of this, the inner demon gathered vigorous demonic energy in his hands and instantly penetrated into Ning Jiasheng's body.

Ning Jiasheng's body trembled, and some of the dried wounds opened again. Her clothes had been stained red several times with her blood.

The voices in my mind became louder and louder, and countless faces flashed by in front of me, spinning and dancing, and there were also... the demon race?

There are many demons... golden ears, colorful wings, six fox tails...

A deeply moving scene flashed by: a glaring blood-red scene, the dry river winding like a dead snake, lifeless. Against this eerie backdrop, a stunning beauty in purple, silver hair, shone like a glittering pearl.

The six-tailed celestial fox, with a face so beautiful that it makes people intoxicated... It's Qing Li!

Xue You, Fu E, the two Senior Brothers Ye, Eighteen, Luo Ning...these names flashed through her mind one by one.

She finally remembered! She was Ning Jiasheng! She had encountered the Emperor's Sword in the Cangwu Secret Realm and was unfortunately drawn into an illusion. She had to defeat her inner demons, prevent Xue Wuying from ascending the throne, and break the illusion.

At that moment, the Emperor's Sword suddenly erupted with a dazzling light, illuminating the entire space. Ning Jiasheng roared, gripping the Emperor's Sword tightly and swinging it without hesitation in the direction of the inner demon. This strike was filled with boundless fury and determination, as if to sever all darkness and evil.

The inner demon suddenly lowered his arms and held the sword to block, saying angrily: "This is impossible!"

Ning Jiasheng's eyes gradually became clear again, and he felt a powerful force slowly surging throughout his body. The wounds on his body were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She looked at the inner demon calmly, "Nothing is impossible. A demon like you will never understand."

The Sword of the Emperor, its power is not only about authority and rule, but also about the courage to stick to one's heart and beliefs.

"is it?"

The inner demon also calmed down, "Even so, you are still ants in front of me."

Ning Jiasheng fought with her non-stop, and upon hearing this, he said calmly, "It remains to be seen who will win."

The inner demon laughed wickedly, "Remember the feeling of this moment, because soon, I will separate you completely."

Ning Jiasheng glanced towards the palace and saw that all the officials were already standing in order according to their ranks. Xue Wuying had also appeared, and the court ceremony was about to begin.