Junior sister took first place again

All the monsters were swept away by Ning Jiasheng's sword. Everyone was shocked by this amazing sword and stood there for a long time before they came to their senses.

Ning Jiasheng slowly landed and stood in front of everyone, his eyes firm and calm.

Liu Yuechi and his junior brother rushed over first, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They looked at her closely and said loudly, "It is Yuechi's honor to be able to fight alongside Grand Master Uncle today."

Mu Huaijin took a step forward and bowed deeply before raising his head and saying:

"I was previously blinded by a single leaf and didn't know how high the sky was and how deep the earth was. Today, after seeing the sword of my uncle Tai Shi, I finally realized the gap between me and him." His voice was full of admiration and self-mockery.

Ning Jiasheng was about to offer some words of encouragement when Mu Huaijin raised his voice, his eyes bright as stars, and continued, "At Lingxiao Peak, I didn't have the chance to fight against Grand Master Uncle. From now on, I must work even harder in my cultivation, striving to reach the level of being your rival in the Immortal Sect Competition."

Ning Jiasheng opened his mouth and finally said with a smile, "Wait and see. I'm waiting for my nephew to challenge me to a fight."

At this moment, all the disciples gathered around. Ning Jiasheng looked around and saw everyone's eyes filled with respect and gratitude.

Seeing her looking over, everyone leaned over and shouted, "Disciple thanks Senior Ning for saving our lives."

"Everyone has worked hard."

Ning Jiasheng's voice was calm and powerful, and her eyes swept across everyone's face. "Although we have won today's battle, this is only the beginning. Perhaps there are still many dangers waiting for us in the dark."

She paused and continued, "I know everyone is exhausted and unable to fight anymore. But I must immediately find the guards and report the situation. With so many injured people, we need everyone to work together to care for them."

The two temporary leaders of the Xingchen Sect and the Bishui Sect stepped forward and bowed respectfully, "Senior Ning, don't worry. I and my fellow disciples will await your return and will not leave this place even a step."

The disciples of Hehuan Palace and the other sects exchanged glances, bowed respectfully, and said, "We will follow your instructions, Senior."

Ning Jiasheng nodded, made new arrangements based on the number of awake people on the scene, and then suddenly left the place.

She was almost unable to suppress it. After the power of faith awakened, Ning Jiasheng had now touched the barrier of the Nascent Soul stage, and she could break through the Nascent Soul stage at any time.

But Ning Jiasheng felt that now was not the time for her to enter.

Before going to find the guards, Ning Jiasheng had to suppress the surging power in his body.

The excessive power made her tremble uncontrollably, and her spiritual consciousness spread out like a big net. Ning Jiasheng quickly found a hidden place to open the barrier.

Then a golden-red light flashed, and she changed back into beast form, channeling the surging power in her body and injecting it into the demonic patterns on her forelimbs.

Ning Jiasheng's body radiated a dazzling light. She closed her eyes tightly and focused all her energy on directing the flow of power. As time passed, her breathing gradually calmed down and the power in her body gradually came under control.

Finally, the light dissipated, and Ning Jiasheng regained her human form. She opened her eyes, feeling the calming power within her body, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally suppressed it..." she muttered to herself, "But this power is truly formidable. I seemed to have touched something just now. Was it an illusion..."

Ning Jiasheng put this question aside for the time being and tried to explore another question she had been thinking about for a long time.

She quickly made hand gestures and chanted an obscure spell. The temperature around her suddenly rose, and the golden light became brighter. The Demon King's feathers instantly flew out of her hand and floated in the air.

Ning Jiasheng laughed, her palm facing up as the feather slowly fell into her hand. She closed her fingers and happily picked up the feather: "Success!"