Junior sister took first place again

The night was as dark as ink, and Ning Jiasheng stepped onto a vast expanse of ice. She wielded the Scarlet Flame Sword, slaying countless ice elemental creatures, finally gaining a moment's respite.

The cold moonlight reflected on the ice, and the stars seemed to be imprisoned in this icy world.

Although everything around her seemed calm, Ning Jiasheng still took cautious steps. She could sense the omnipresent power of ice elements, which were testing her fire shield.

Suddenly, a sharp crack of ice shattered the tranquility of the icy plain. Ning Jiasheng's eyes flashed with a hint of alertness. A huge ice bear roared out from the icy mist, its roar like thunder, sending ice shards flying everywhere.

Ning Jiasheng reacted quickly, her longsword leaving a fiery mark on the ice. The battle was about to break out, and the collision of fire and ice caused a violent explosion.

The red flames left charred marks on the ice bear, but the ice bear's ice elemental power quickly repaired these scars. Ning Jiasheng realized that a simple fire attack would have limited effect on the ice bear.

She began to circulate the life-giving fire within her body, making the sword even hotter. Every swing of the sword carried the power to melt the ice crystals. She focused her attacks on the ice bear's vital points, such as its eyes and heart.

As the battle intensified, the ground in the ice area began to shake, the ice surface cracked, and countless ice crystals poured out from the cracks, swirling around Ning Jiasheng and the ice bear, forming a huge ice crystal vortex.

Ning Jiasheng felt a powerful suction force, and her body was involuntarily sucked into the vortex.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a maze made of ice crystals.

The walls of the maze were covered in complex runes, emitting a faint blue light, as if telling ancient secrets. Ning Jiasheng knew that this maze was part of the Ice Realm and a test she must face.

She stood quietly at the entrance to the maze, her head tilted slightly upward, her gaze fixed firmly on the deep passage ahead, as if she could discern the secrets within. She took a deep breath, calmed her nerves, and adjusted herself to prepare for the challenge.

Ning Jiasheng took her first step, as if she had stepped into another world. She carefully groped her way through the maze, discovering that the paths here were intricate and complex.

Sometimes, a seemingly straight road suddenly forks in the road; sometimes, after turning a corner, you find yourself back to the starting point.

All this made Ning Jiasheng feel both curious and confused, but she was not intimidated by the difficulties. Instead, it inspired her fighting spirit.

In the maze, Ning Jiasheng encountered various ice creatures. Some were docile, just watching her silently; while others were ferocious and attacked her.

These ice spirits were not only the guardians of the maze, but also a test of her strength. The fire spirit within Ning Jiasheng erupted like a blazing flame, and the sword in her hand sometimes transformed into a flaming blade, splitting the ice; sometimes it became a fiery shield, resisting attacks.

In the battle with the ice element, her control over the fire spiritual power became more and more proficient, and her strength continued to increase.

Ning Jiasheng learned how to skillfully control fire, unleashing even greater power within the icy realm. She condensed her flames into threads, weaving them through the ice spirits, or expanding them into a sea of fire, melting the surrounding ice.

As you go deeper into the maze, the puzzles become more numerous. The runes on the ice crystal walls become denser, and the maze paths appear to be twisted upside down and side to side.

But Ning Jiasheng remained steadfast, moving deeper into the maze. As she moved through the maze, the runes on the ice walls grew brighter as she approached. She could sense the power within them, as if they spoke of ancient secrets.

The maze's passages grew narrower, and the runes grew denser. Ning Jiasheng could feel the ice elemental power contained in these runes flowing through the maze, as if it had a life of its own.

Suddenly, the maze's passage opened up, and Ning Jiasheng arrived at a huge ice chamber. In the center of the chamber hung a crystal-clear ice arrow, emitting a faint blue light, as if beckoning a destined person.

Just as Ning Jiasheng was about to step forward to take a closer look, a deep and majestic voice echoed in the ice room: "Young monk, do you know the relationship between ice and fire?"

Ning Jiasheng looked around, but saw no one. She knew that the guardian of the ice arrow was testing her.

She pondered for a moment and replied, "Ice and fire are two extremes in nature. They are opposite to each other, yet interdependent."

The Guardian's voice rang out again, a hint of displeasure lingering in his voice. "What you see is merely superficial. Ice and fire are the extremes of yin and yang. Born from chaos, they transform into each other and complement each other."

As the guardian finished speaking, the temperature in the ice chamber plummeted, and the runes on the ice walls began to flicker even more intensely. A beam of icy blue light shot out from the ice arrow, rushing towards Ning Jiasheng.

She dodged nimbly, but was still a step too slow. The beam of light brushed past her shoulder, leaving a mark of frost. Ning Jiasheng felt a piercing chill, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she immediately mobilized her fire spiritual power to resist the cold.

"The way of yin and yang is by no means a simple opposition, but rather a fusion and transformation of each other. If you want to obtain this arrow, you must understand the true meaning of it." The voice of the guardian came again.

Ning Jiasheng held his breath and concentrated, trying to merge his spiritual power with the ice element in the ice room.

When she was at the Flame Ice Mountain, she had used ice and snow to temper her spiritual roots. Now, it was just an advanced version.

Ning Jiasheng no longer tried to bombard the ice wall, but instead allowed his spiritual power to transform into part of the ice element, breathing in and out together with the ice element, and evolving together.

As Ning Jiasheng's understanding became more profound, the ice elements in the ice room began to flow around her flaming sword, forming a huge vortex of ice and fire.

This vortex combines the heat of fire and the cold of ice crystals. They intertwine and give birth to a new power.

The Guardian's voice echoed again, this time with a hint of approval: "You have begun to touch upon the path of the transformation of yin and yang, but to fully comprehend it, you still need deeper insight."

Ning Jiasheng leaped in the vortex of ice and fire. Her spiritual power was no longer just a weapon of attack, but a medium for her to communicate with the ice element.

She began to sense the pulsation of the ice element, achieving a strange harmony with it. As time passed, Ning Jiasheng gradually grasped a glimpse of the law of yin and yang transformation.

Ice and fire are not absolute opposites, but can transform into each other under certain conditions.

She summoned red flames to dance in the ice room. Every swing of her sword carried the power to melt the ice crystals, but at the same time it also injected new vitality into the ice crystals.

However, the guardian's test was far from over, and it did not stop asking questions. Whenever Ning Jiasheng's answer failed to touch the essence of the problem, the ice arrow would launch a more fierce attack.

Ning Jiasheng tried his best to dodge in the vortex of ice and fire, while thinking hard about the problem of the guardian.

"Ice and fire, how do they transform into each other?" The guardian's voice came again.

Ning Jiasheng replied, "The transformation of ice and fire is not simply a change in the state of matter, but a transformation of energy and form. They converge at the extreme point, stimulating and complementing each other."

The icy arrows' attacks grew increasingly fierce, and Ning Jiasheng was almost unable to resist. She knew that her answer still failed to touch the profound truth that the guardian was pursuing.

So she began to think more deeply, trying to comprehend the deeper connection between ice and fire.

Amidst the relentless onslaught of fierce attacks, Ning Jiasheng experienced countless stirrings of soul and collisions of thought. Each attack was like lightning piercing the night sky, carrying with it boundless strength and unwavering resolve; each contemplation was like diving into a bottomless abyss, exploring the unknown mysteries hidden in the darkness.

Under such repeated shocks and sedimentation, and after long years of tempering, Ning Jiasheng finally had an epiphany at a certain moment, and completely understood the unfathomable mysteries contained in ice and fire, which were as profound as the vast universe.

At that moment, her face was as calm as water, yet her eyes gleamed with wisdom. She spoke slowly, her voice firm and powerful, "Ice and fire, like the breath of the universe, are both gentle and heavy. They are the beating pulse of life, sometimes as hot as flame, sometimes as cold as ice. It is these seemingly polar opposites, through constant mutual transformation, that give rise to countless miracles in life. When they confront each other, it's not just a simple conflict, but rather, within this fierce confrontation, they find the true meaning of harmonious coexistence."

With Ning Jiasheng's response, the ice arrows' barrage abruptly ceased. The vortex of ice and fire within the ice chamber began to slowly spin, eventually returning to calm.

Ning Jiasheng opened her eyes and realized that the spiritual energy she had released had become one with the ice element in the ice chamber. Infused with spiritual energy, the Red Flame was no longer just a sword, but a symbol of the fusion of ice and fire, becoming part of the natural transformation.

The Guardian's voice echoed, this time with clear approval: "You have comprehended the law of yin and yang transformation. Now, you can know the name of this ice arrow—'Moon Cold Spirit Arrow.' It is formed from the essence of moonlight and contains extremely powerful ice elemental power."

Ning Jiasheng reached out and gently touched the Moon Frost Spirit Arrow. In an instant, the icy arrow transformed into a stream of light, merging into her body. She felt a surge of powerful strength surge through her. The Red Flame also transformed, its blade enveloped in an icy blue flame. This flame contained not only the power of the fire element but also the chill of the Moon Frost Spiritual Energy.

However, just as she was about to leave the ice room, the mysterious voice echoed in the ice room again, revealing a hidden secret.

"Young cultivator, you have already gained the recognition of the 'Moon Frost Spirit Arrow,' but you should know that true power doesn't lie in just this one arrow."

The voice echoed in the ice room. Ning Jiasheng was startled and asked, "Why do you say that? Could it be that the 'Moon Frost Spirit Arrow' is not a complete entity?"

The Guardian's voice rang out again, a hint of mystery in it. "In ancient legends, the spirit arrows originally existed as a pair, each representing the ultimate yin and yang. Only when the two become one can their true power be unleashed."

Ning Jiasheng felt a new desire in her heart. She asked, "Your Excellency, may I ask where the other arrow is now?"

The guardian's voice faded away: "In endless time and space, there is another arrow that echoes this arrow. They are like the sun and the moon, reflecting each other's light. But your journey has just begun. The mystery of the other arrow will be gradually revealed along the road of your destiny."

As the guardian's voice faded, the blue light in the ice chamber gradually dimmed. Ning Jiasheng knew she had triggered a hidden Easter egg that would lead her to a new journey. She took a deep breath, adjusted herself, and prepared for the upcoming challenge.

On the last floor of the Jiuxiao Lingshu Tower, Ning Jiasheng faced the most gentle spiritual root in the legend - the grass element level.

Although it is a mutated spiritual root, it is not only unable to compare with the lethality of the other three mutated spiritual roots, but it is even inferior to the mildest water spiritual root among the five spiritual roots.

However, the auxiliary power of the alchemy and medicine is not as good as that of the wood spiritual roots. Therefore, the Cangming Continent once classified grass spiritual roots as the least anticipated spiritual roots.

Ning Jiasheng stepped into the last level of the Jiuxiao Lingshu Tower. The name of this level was Lingshu Grass Sea.

There was a soft patch of grass beneath her feet, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of grass. The sun shone through the clouds, shining on this vast grassland. Everything seemed so peaceful and harmonious.

However, she knew that unknown dangers were hidden beneath this calm surface.

Ning Jiasheng's steps were light and cautious. The grass on the grassland swayed gently in the wind, as if welcoming her arrival, but beneath this tranquil appearance, she could feel a subtle tense atmosphere.

"The spirits of plants and trees are the most gentle, and contain endless vitality."

A gentle voice echoed over the grassland. Ning Jiasheng looked up, but saw only blue sky and white clouds, no human figure.

Her heart moved, and she responded, "Although the spirit of grass does not fight, it possesses an indomitable vitality. It demonstrates the power of endless life in the changing of the seasons."

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and green waves surged in the sea of grass. The outlines of some magical herbs could be vaguely seen in the waves.

Ning Jiasheng observed carefully and found that these spiritual herbs were not ordinary plants. They exuded rich spiritual energy and each leaf seemed to contain powerful vitality.

The gentle voice sounded again, with a hint of mystery: "Young monk, do you know that the power of the grass spirit lies not only in its growth, but also in its tolerance and transformation."

Ning Jiasheng's heart tightened. She knew that every spiritual herb on this grassland could be a trap.

She began to carefully avoid those spiritual herbs that emitted particularly strong spiritual energy, fearing that they would trigger hidden traps. However, just when she thought she had avoided all traps, the grass under her feet suddenly cracked, and a sharp thorn suddenly pierced out from the ground.

Ning Jiasheng reacted quickly, her body rolling in the air, narrowly avoiding the attack of the thorn, but was stung by the sprayed poisonous stingers.

She was startled. This Lingshu Grass Sea test was far more dangerous than she had imagined. She began to observe her surroundings more carefully, not missing a single detail.