Junior sister took first place again

In the square, the figure of Qinglian Immortal Venerable stood tall like a solitary peak, and his appearance seemed to make the surrounding air solidify a little.

His gaze was as cold as frost as he swept across everyone present. There was no warmth in his eyes, but it was enough to make people feel awe.

"The threat from the demons has arrived." Immortal Qinglian's voice was cold and clear, like an icy spring in winter, clear and penetrating. "We must join forces."

His words were concise and direct, without any extraneous emotion, but revealing an unquestionable determination.

He wasn't the type to waste too much time on words. "The alliance is formed. We must fight the demons together."

The Qinglian Immortal Venerable's gaze swept over the leaders of the two tribes one by one. There was an almost negligible expectation in his eyes, but more of it was a calm scrutiny.

His words were like a sharp sword, pointing directly to the core of the problem. After he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the square suddenly became tense.

The demon kings exchanged glances. They knew that this was an opportunity, but it could also turn into a trap that would make the demon clan even worse at any time.

They could not easily show their attitude of cooperation at this time, even though they had already planned to cooperate in their hearts. But they knew better that easily revealing their cards would only allow the Immortal Sect to take advantage of them and suffer defeat in the subsequent negotiations.

The discussion gradually became more and more noisy, full of arguments and dissatisfaction.

"It's easy for the Immortal Lord to say that we should join forces to fight against the demons, but the blood feud between humans and demons cannot be resolved with just a few words." A hot-tempered demon king was the first to attack, his eyes full of distrust.

The head of the Tianhe Yun clan immediately retorted, "Now is not the time to dwell on the past. The threat from the demons is imminent. We must put aside our prejudices and unite."

Another demon king sneered, "Unity? When have the immortals ever truly considered us demons allies? This time they want to use us as tools, discarding us like old shoes after they're done with us."

Another younger member of the aristocratic family stepped forward, a determined expression on his face. "We can't change the grudges of the past, but we can choose our future. The Haiyue Xue family is willing to fight alongside our brothers from the demon clan to protect our homeland together."

Coming from the mouth of the Xue family master, these words truly reflect the saying, "Those who achieve great things do not pay attention to trivial matters."

After Xue Lin finished speaking, the leaders of the two tribes who knew that the Xue family was acting secretly had the same idea.

"We've heard so many promises from the Immortal Sect, but so few have been fulfilled." A demon king spoke coldly, his gaze as sharp as a knife, directed at the Immortal Sect members. "How can we be sure that this isn't just another empty promise?"

Some people's faces changed slightly, because some people did have ulterior motives and did not want the two tribes to really join forces.

They began to argue, trying to mask their true intentions with flowery rhetoric.

"We in the Immortal Sect always keep our words. It is you demons who are fickle. How can you blame us for not keeping our promise?" A man who looked like an elder judging by his attire spoke up with obvious dissatisfaction in his voice.

The demon kings sneered repeatedly. They had long been immune to such excuses. Given the current situation of the demon clan, if they wanted to take the initiative in this game, they had to show enough strength and determination.

"Empty words are not enough, we need real guarantees." Another demon king said in a deep voice, his eyes sweeping over everyone except a few immortals, as if looking for a possible breakthrough.

Everyone had different expressions, some indifferent, some joking, and so on.

The demands of the demon tribe will not be easily met. Some people exchanged glances privately, trying to find a solution that can satisfy the demon tribe while protecting their own interests.

The leaders of the two tribes who had the most say were quietly observing all this. This game had just begun, and they did not rush to speak. Instead, they chose to wait and see, allowing the two sides to gradually find a balance in the dispute.

"The demon tribe's people are untrustworthy. They are cruel and bloodthirsty. How could they truly cooperate with us?"

An elder from a small sect who came to rely on a super large sect said to the sect leaders attending the meeting.

The human race and demon kings who were qualified to attend the meeting all received a post that the Immortal Qinglian asked the spirit bird to bring. The post carried the power of the Immortal Qinglian, and with the help of the formation here, they were able to cross thousands of mountains and rivers and meet here in the Dharma form.

Their confidants stood beside them, and if the participants were willing, these people could hear the voices in the venue.

Another person was even more arrogant: "Our sect's strength is enough to fight against the demons. Why should we cooperate with those monsters? It will only disperse our strength."

Many great demons from the demon clan were also indignant, "Why should we trust the people from the Immortal Sect? When have they ever truly respected us?"

The other was more cautious: "Cooperation? Humph, this is just a trick of the Immortal Sect. They just want to use us to fight against the demons, and they will reap the benefits."

In such an atmosphere, the discussion in the square became more and more intense, with arguments between the two sides rising and falling, almost turning into a war of words.

The Immortal Qinglian was still standing there, his eyes were expressionless, only softening slightly when he occasionally looked towards the Cangwu Secret Realm.

But it was also fleeting, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

Ning Jiasheng was still struggling in the wind, her body being mercilessly tossed around by the strong wind. Every spin and drift made her feel dizzy.

As a swordsman with a fire spiritual root, she was more accustomed to controlling and releasing her own power, rather than being controlled by the power of nature as she was now.

She tried to regulate her breathing, trying to find a pattern in the chaotic wind. Sword cultivators with fire spiritual roots were not as adept at controlling the wind as those with wind spiritual roots.

But she did not give up and kept trying to find a breakthrough.

As the toss was being thrown up and down, Ning Jiasheng suddenly remembered an ancient spell - the Thousand-Jin Weight.

This spell allowed her to stabilize her body and resist the strong wind. However, this spell also had its price. Once used, her speed would be greatly reduced, making it almost impossible to move, let alone fly.

Ning Jiasheng gritted her teeth, she knew this was a gamble.

If she used the weight, she would lose her flexibility, but if she didn't, she might just keep flying around in the sky, unable to even touch the shadow of the beast. She took a deep breath and decided to take a risk.

Ning Jiasheng painstakingly made hand gestures, mobilizing her spiritual energy, and silently chanted the incantation for the Thousand-Pound Weight. As the incantation finished, her body suddenly felt heavy, as if a thousand-pound weight were bearing down on her shoulders. The strong wind could no longer easily carry her, and she fell steadily to the ground.

However, as she expected, her speed was greatly reduced, and she could barely move.

She tried to take a step, but found that she could only move with difficulty. Anxiety surged in her heart. At such a speed, how could she catch up with those nimble beasts?

But Ning Jiasheng did not give up. Since he was not good at speed, he tried to find ways to maximize his advantages.

Ning Jiasheng began to observe her surroundings, searching for a possible terrain. Her gaze soon fell on a boulder, perfectly positioned to shield her from the wind.

Ning Jiasheng slowly walked towards the boulder, each step proving incredibly difficult. Her body was practically suffocating from the weight of the weight, but her eyes gleamed with determination.

Finally, she reached the boulder. Pressing her body against the rock, the strong wind was largely blocked by the boulder, and she felt a significant relief. She began to survey her surroundings, searching for any signs of the strange beast.

Just then, she was lucky enough to spot a wind antelope. The beast's body almost blended in with the surrounding wind and rocks. If it weren't for Ning Jiasheng's mastery of breath control and her sensitivity to temperature fluctuations in living things, she would have been almost unable to detect its presence.

Ning Jiasheng took a deep breath, knowing her chance had arrived. She slowly summoned the Red Flame, a faint glow flickering on the sword. Though her body felt heavy, her arm was remarkably steady. She aimed at Feng Ling's position and swung her sword fiercely.

The flaming sword energy burst through the air and hit the wind antelope's hiding place. The wind antelope let out a terrified cry and tried to escape, but the flaming sword energy was so fast that it only had time to make a vague dodge.

The flaming sword energy streaked across Feng Ling's body, leaving a charred mark. Feng Ling fell to the ground, motionless. Ning Jiasheng breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she had succeeded.

She began to think about how to improve her tactics. Although the weight allowed her to stabilize her body, it also restricted her movements. She needed to find a way to take advantage of the weight while maintaining a certain degree of flexibility.

Ning Jiasheng closed her eyes and began to try to adjust her spiritual power. She tried to find a balance that would maintain the effect of the Thousand-Pound Weight while not slowing her movements too much.