Junior sister took first place again

In the pitch-black stone chamber, water droplets kept dripping from the rocks on the top, making a continuous "tick-tick" sound that echoed faintly in the room.

The faint sunlight that had been peeking in from nowhere, barely illuminating the first few feet, had now completely vanished. Judging from the completely dark sky, Hu Shan had been away from here for three or four hours...

A hoarse, emotionless voice suddenly rang out from the darkness: "He has returned to his team. No one suspects him."

After a while, except for the continuous "tick-tick" sound, the surroundings fell into silence again. This quietness made people feel an indescribable sense of depression.

Something seemed to be flowing in the air. On the ground, a faint red light flickered, reflecting a black figure standing beside. The woman in black who threatened Hu Shan had returned here again at some point.

At this moment, there was no disguise on her face. She was, surprisingly, the disciple of Changxing Sect - He Ling.

At her feet, there was now another unconscious monk. The blood-red light reflected on her cold eyes, and the black mist flying around her made the place even more eerie and terrifying.

He Ling seemed to be standing there in a trance. Not long after, the black mist around her condensed into a vague human figure, and some of He Ling's appearance could be vaguely seen.

It stopped by He Ling's ear and spoke, "The sacrifices have been found. Why, are you scared?"

He Ling came back to her senses, a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Afraid? Why would I be afraid?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Since returning from Xuanling Sect, I haven't slept well for a single day. After entering the Cangwu Secret Realm, I swore to gain power at all costs."

A deep laugh echoed from the black fog, its voice seemingly piercing the depths of one's soul. "Oh? Really? Then why are you hesitating? Why do I see fear in your eyes? Are you truly as resolute as you appear?"

He Ling's pupils contracted slightly, but she quickly controlled her emotions.

The black fog came closer, mockingly saying, "You've been walking in the darkness for so long. You're not naive enough to think you can go back to the way things were."

He Ling closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was indifferent. "Oh, it has come to this. I'm just worried that the spell will attract the attention of the righteous and fail."

The voice within the black mist seemed to carry a hint of satisfaction. It responded in a low and seductive voice, "Your determination is admirable, He Ling. Power is the most wonderful thing in this world. It can enable one to transcend all constraints and reach unprecedented heights."

"As for your concerns," Black Mist continued, a hint of fanaticism in his voice, "When I was here because of you, I received guidance from the Divine Lord. You can rest assured that no one will notice anything unusual about you."

He Ling narrowed her eyes and looked at the black mist in front of her. This was the incarnation of her inner demon. It was good at deceiving and manipulating, making the monks fall and become its puppets.

But now, He Ling actually saw a crazy look on its unclear face.

He Ling inevitably asked, "Who exactly is your God?"

The inner demon's enthusiasm faded away in an instant, and he said coldly: "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."

"Being able to gain the attention of the Divine Lord is a blessing you have cultivated for three lifetimes."

Then he said impatiently: "The blood sacrifice has a time limit. If you miss this time, you don't know how long you will have to wait. How long are you going to delay it?"

He Ling didn't say anything else. He pinched his fingers to lift the cultivator on the ground, slowly led him to the center of the blood-red formation, and began to bleed him.

The Inner Demon watched this scene with satisfaction, and spoke as if to reward him, "Although you are not qualified to know the identity of the God, there is no need to be discouraged. In this world, only a handful of people can gain the favor of the God."

"The one who just underwent the tribulation was one of them. He's a Nascent Soul cultivator in his twenties. I'm sure you can guess who it is."

He Ling paused, a huge wave rising in her heart.

The inner demon was very pleased with her reaction and looked at her jokingly, saying, "But don't even think about competing with her. Fairy Ning is the most important person in the heart of the God. You have attracted the attention of the God by coincidence this time, and your future prospects are limitless."

He Ling lowered her eyes and continued with her work, saying meekly, "Ning Xianjun, this is indeed incredible news. Thank you for your honesty. As long as I can gain power, what does it matter whether it's good or evil? I am willing to die for you, the God."

The inner demon nodded repeatedly at He Ling's understanding, turned into black mist and returned to her body.

No one knew what happened in the darkness, and Ning Jiasheng, who was far away in the Nascent Soul area, now flew to the trial site closest to her.

"Nine Heavens Spiritual Pivot Tower."

Ning Jiasheng stood at the foot of the tower, looking at the tower that stretched as far as the eye could see into the sky, and softly recited its name.

"Jiuxiao Lingshu Tower" is an ancient tower suspended in the sky of a secret realm. It has nine floors, and each floor contains different tests.

Each level of the tower is composed of a unique aura that changes with the time of day, season, and the actions of the monks.

Disciples must climb up level by level. The entrance to each level will only appear under specific conditions. At present, many Nascent Soul disciples have already entered.

At the same time, her figure appeared clearly in the water mirror.

In Xizhou, although the disciples had mentioned Ning Jiasheng's name countless times after the nine thunder tribulations, when her figure really appeared in the examination room of the Nascent Soul area, everyone was still stunned.

In the world of cultivation, from ancient times to the present, those who can form a pill within a hundred years of age are considered geniuses, and age and cultivation are often proportional, but Ning Jiasheng broke this convention.

In his twenties, he completed the leap from Golden Core to Nascent Soul at an almost unbelievable speed. How could this not drive people crazy?

At this moment, the Xuanling Sect disciples in the main hall of Hehuan Palace, especially those from Lingxiao Peak, were simply overwhelmed with pride, showering him with praise as if it were free. . . . .

Ning Jiasheng could not hear all this for the time being. Without any hesitation, she stepped into the first floor of the Jiuxiao Lingshu Tower.

Before her eyes lay a hazy, phantom mist. Beneath her feet was a winding stone path that seemed to lead deep into the mist. She could sense the spiritual energy here was distinct from that outside, forming a unique aura that demanded a higher level of perception and spiritual power control from the cultivator.

The name of this test entered my mind, "Gate of Phantom Mist."

The monk must first pass through a gate shrouded in a phantom fog, where various illusions and traps are hidden. Only through inner clarity and a firm will can one find the true entrance.

“. . . . . . . . . . .”

Ning Jiasheng opened his mouth, wanting to complain, but felt there was nothing to say.

Finally, he took a deep breath and walked in with his sword. Although he had experienced similar tests several times, Ning Jiasheng was still not careless.

She knew that this layer of mist would distort reality, creating all sorts of illusions to confuse her. She had to rely on her own spiritual sense and sword will to distinguish truth from falsehood and find the path to the next level.

Ning Jiasheng closed his eyes and released his spiritual sense, sensing his surroundings. His spiritual sense spread out like ripples, gradually reaching every corner of the mist.

The Scarlet Flame Sword in her hand trembled slightly, the flames on the blade seeming to guide her direction. Combining her sword intent with her spiritual awareness, she began to carve a clear path through the mist.

Whenever she encountered an illusion, Ning Jiasheng didn't panic. Instead, she condensed her sword into a flame and slashed directly at the center of the illusion. Every time the sword flashed, the illusion burst like a bubble.

After all, she was someone who had broken through the illusions of her inner demons several times. Although the test changed according to her performance and strength, Ning Jiasheng still went through it relatively easily.

Her unwavering and steady attitude of moving forward, the ease with which she split the illusion like cutting melons and vegetables, and her determined look, all touched the hearts of countless disciples from the outside world.

"Grandmaster Uncle's sword intention is so firm that even this illusory mist cannot confuse her at all." A disciple from Lingxiao Peak exclaimed with stars in his eyes.

"Her control of spiritual consciousness is so precise, she is worthy of being the disciple of the world's number one sword immortal." On the side of the aristocratic family, Wei Lian whispered to Wei Chen.

Wei Chen nodded and glanced at his cousin who seemed eager to try.

As a disciple of the Immortal Lord who has been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage, he now has the opportunity to compete.

"Senior Ning's strength is truly beyond our reach." Countless young cultivators said enviously.

Ning Jiasheng moved forward steadily in the phantom fog. She had only one goal in mind, to reach the next level as quickly as possible.

She was focused, and in about half an hour, a staircase leading upwards appeared in front of her.

Ning Jiasheng smiled and walked quickly over to climb the stairs.

However, just as he was about to step onto the upper stairs, an uninvited guest appeared.

Ning Jiasheng felt the aura emanating from the newcomer, slowly retracted his steps, stood firmly in place and looked over.

"It really is Immortal Lord Ning."

The man soon approached, walked out of the mist, and gave her a junior's greeting with a smile, "I am Sheng An from Hehuan Palace. I wonder if I could learn a few moves from you, senior."