Junior sister took first place again

Ning Jiasheng maintained the technique of concealing her breath all the way, but she did not hide her figure. If someone was not far away from her, she could be seen with the naked eye.

But maybe her breath-hiding skills were too advanced or she was just lucky, so she was not discovered until now.

After Sheng An finished asking, Ning Jiasheng turned his head and said, "Are you sure you want to fight me here? You didn't use your spiritual sense to detect me just now, so you probably didn't know I was here at first."

Sheng An nodded, "It was indeed by chance that I ran into you, Senior. I also just witnessed that you have been promoted to the youngest Nascent Soul cultivator in the Immortal Sect. It is a rare encounter, so I didn't want to miss the opportunity to be the first person to challenge you."

Ning Jiasheng looked at the foggy space. The routes each person took after entering and the illusions they encountered were different. The location of the stairs they went up after passing the test was also random, and the probability of meeting others was small.

There are the fewest cultivators in the Nascent Soul area, and there are only two hundred Nascent Soul cultivators in the four states who can participate in the Cangwu trial.

And at this level, there are no guards in this area, only two or three Jindan stage cultivators supervising in secret.

Then, there was still time to exchange a few moves with Sheng An. Ning Jiasheng actually wanted to know what it would feel like to fight a cultivator of the same realm now.

However, just as she was about to nod, Sheng An, who was standing opposite her, probably realizing she hadn't responded, raised his hand in a salute and prepared to leave, saying, "I'm sorry for being so abrupt. If you're not interested right now, why don't we arrange another time and fight again next time?"

He added with a smile: "Although I am very curious about my seniors, I don't particularly care whether my first encounter with them is on stage or off stage."

The charm of this smile once again made Ning Jiasheng feel dazed, and he muttered to himself: "This charm cultivation technique is really too tricky! Before the battle even started, he was already able to launch mental interference anytime and anywhere."

Ning Jiasheng took a deep breath and calmed her mind. She knew that the charm cultivator's skills were indeed unique and could affect the opponent inadvertently.

She decided to accept Sheng An's challenge not only to verify her own strength, but also to better understand Mei Xiu's fighting style.

"Fellow Daoist Sheng An, since you are so determined, I will fight with you for a few moves." Ning Jiasheng's voice was calm and firm, and there was a hint of fighting spirit in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Sheng An's smile widened. Although he had always heard that Qinglian Immortal Venerable's closed disciple was an unparalleled genius and his strength should not be underestimated, as a Nascent Soul cultivator, he was also full of confidence in his abilities.

He nodded slightly to express his gratitude.

The atmosphere between the two men instantly became tense. The surrounding fog seemed to sense their fighting spirit and began to spin slowly, as if preparing for the upcoming battle.

Ning Jiasheng slowly unsheathed the Chiyan Sword in her hand, with the tip of the sword pointing at Sheng An. The flame on the sword danced with her sword intent, emitting a hot breath.

Sheng An waved his hands lightly, and there seemed to be invisible silk threads wrapped between his hands, ready to launch an attack at any time.

Neither of them was in a rush to attack, but instead was searching for each other's weaknesses. Ning Jiasheng's spiritual sense was like a large net, covering the entire battlefield. She could feel Sheng An's every breath, every heartbeat, and even the flow of spiritual energy in his body.

Sheng An's charm began to take effect. His eyes shone with an alluring light, as if he could see through people's hearts. His body began to become erratic, and each movement was accompanied by an elusive rhythm that made people unconsciously attracted.

Ning Jiasheng closed her eyes, knowing she couldn't be fooled by Sheng An's illusions. She relied on her spiritual sense to perceive everything around her. The Red Flame Sword glowed faintly in her hand, the flames on the sword seeming to resist Sheng An's enchanting power.

Finally, Sheng An took the lead in launching an attack. He waved his hands lightly, and invisible threads in the air seemed to wrap around Ning Jiasheng.

Ning Jiasheng's swordsmanship was as agile as flowing water, and every swing of the sword cut off these invisible restraints just right.

The battle between the two began, Sheng An's spells constantly changing, trying to find Ning Jiasheng's weaknesses, while Ning Jiasheng responded with a firm will and precise swordsmanship. Her sword light was like the dawn, gradually dispelling the illusion created by Sheng An.

As the battle progressed, Ning Jiasheng gradually adapted to Sheng An's fighting style.

She began to take the initiative to attack, each attack aimed directly at Sheng An's vital points. Although Sheng An was a master of magic, his illusions gradually lost their effectiveness in the face of Ning Jiasheng's sword intent.

Finally, with a brilliant swordplay, Ning Jiasheng successfully broke Sheng An's spell and struck him in the chest. Sheng An took a few steps back, a look of admiration on his face.

"Senior Ning's swordsmanship is indeed well-deserved. Sheng An admires him." Sheng An bowed and said sincerely.

Ning Jiasheng sheathed her sword, and she had a new understanding of Sheng An's charm. This duel was a valuable experience for her, giving her a deeper understanding of charm cultivation.

"Fellow Daoist Sheng An's charm is equally impressive. I hope we'll have another chance to communicate in the future." Ning Jiasheng responded, her eyes revealing a desire for battle and an expectation for growth.

As the battle between the two ended, the surrounding fog seemed to have sensed the aftermath of the battle and slowly dissipated, revealing a clear trial site.

Although the duel between Ning Jiasheng and Sheng An was just a simple competition, the movement attracted the attention of some other cultivators.

Ning Jiasheng sheathed her sword and stood, a flicker of thought in her eyes. The attack of the charm cultivator wasn't just physical; it was more of a distraction and confusion on the spiritual level.

This type of fighting style places extremely high demands on the cultivator's mental strength and willpower.

Sheng An smiled. Although he was defeated by Ning Jiasheng's sword, he was not discouraged. On the contrary, his eyes were full of excitement and anticipation.

This confrontation made him realize his own shortcomings and also gave him a clearer direction for his future training.

"Senior Ning, your swordsmanship and mental strength are truly rare." Sheng An said sincerely, "Today's competition will be of great help to my future training."

Ning Jiasheng nodded slightly. She knew that Sheng An's words were sincere. The exchanges between cultivators could often inspire each other and make progress together.

"I have also benefited greatly from Fellow Daoist Sheng An's charm techniques," Ning Jiasheng responded. "Charm cultivators have a unique fighting style. I believe I will be able to better cope with them in future battles."

The conversation between the two made several monks who were observing secretly eager to take action, but today's situation was not the time for a competition.

Since they were both Nascent Soul cultivators, they did not really hide their auras. Ning Jiasheng and the other two could sense that there were people around them, and they could also feel the fighting spirit emanating from them.

But as long as no one stands up, Ning Jiasheng will pretend not to know and that what happened just now was just a coincidence.

Moreover, with everyone's current cultivation level, they are still in the early stages of the trial. Neither he nor they can fight seriously, and there is no point in fighting a few more times.

Ning Jiasheng turned and gazed into the depths of the Jiuxiao Lingshu Pagoda. The secret trial was the true purpose of her journey. She needed to continue moving forward and explore more secrets within the pagoda.

"Fellow Daoist Sheng An, let's end our discussion here today." Ning Jiasheng said, "I still need to continue exploring the higher levels of the Jiuxiao Lingshu Pagoda."

Sheng An nodded. They all came to participate in the secret realm trial and could not delay their business just for a competition.

"Senior Ning, let's continue our trials separately," Sheng An responded. "I hope we'll have the chance to meet again in the higher levels of the tower."

Ning Jiasheng nodded slightly, "Then, see you later."

After Ning Jiasheng finished speaking, he walked towards the second floor of the Jiuxiao Lingshu Tower, and his figure gradually disappeared in the fog.

Sheng An and the disciples in the dark stayed where they were for a moment, adjusted their states, and then continued on their own journey of trial.