Junior sister took first place again

As Ning Jiasheng entered the Lingshu Grass Sea, the signing of the Tianque Covenant had just been finalized. The leaders of the two clans quickly dispersed after witnessing the agreement and immediately plunged into urgent action.

The key mission that Qinglian Immortal Venerable was responsible for on this trip was completed. Afterwards, his elegant and otherworldly figure merged into a faint ray of light and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the immortal gate’s headquarters in the northern part of Tianque Realm.

At this time, Wen Xingzhou was sitting in front of the desk, concentrating on dealing with a pile of complicated paperwork.

Suddenly, he paused thoughtfully, gently set the scroll aside, and stood up without hesitation. He took two quick steps forward, then bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Disciple greets Master!"

Before he finished speaking, the figure of Qinglian Immortal suddenly appeared in the originally empty and quiet place.

The gaze of the Immortal Qinglian penetrated the space and fell on Wen Xingzhou. He nodded slightly and raised his hand to signal him to stand up.

Then, he lifted his sleeves lightly, and as they fluttered, a strange light flashed out. After the light dissipated, a crystal clear water mirror appeared out of thin air before his eyes.

A nimble figure was clearly visible inside—it was Ning Jiasheng, who had just stepped into the Lingshu Grass Sea. She was also his last disciple and Wen Xingzhou's junior sister.

At this moment, Ning Jiasheng was flying on her sword through this mysterious and dangerous sea of grass, her purple clothes fluttering in the wind, like a fairy descending to the earth.

Immortal Qinglian's gaze was fixed on his little disciple, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Master, my junior sister just entered the Lingshu Grass Sea at the last level." Wen Xingzhou said softly, with a hint of worry in his voice.

The Immortal Azure Lotus nodded slightly, his gaze penetrating, as if he could see Ning Jiasheng's future through the water mirror. "She must comprehend the power of the grass spirit herself. This is her destined test."

Wen Xingzhou was silent for a while, then asked, "Master, aren't you going to help?"

Immortal Qinglian shook his head, his voice tinged with pride as he said with satisfaction, "This is her path, and she must be allowed to follow it. Ah Sheng just obtained the 'Moon Frost Spirit Arrow' on the eighth floor, and the ninth floor will encounter the Lingshu Grass Sea, so there's nothing to worry about."

"Besides, the unusual thunder tribulation from before has already passed. Xingzhou, you are getting distracted by your concern."

After Immortal Qinglian finished speaking, Wen Xingzhou was both surprised and proud of his junior sister, because Wen Xingzhou, who participated in the construction of the Cangwu Secret Realm, knew clearly that there was no such arrow in the Jiuxiao Lingshu Tower.

First it was the Emperor's Sword, and now it's the "Moon Cold Spirit Arrow" that has disappeared into the long river of history. With the situation becoming increasingly tense, the appearance of these things is definitely not a coincidence.

Junior sister has more chips in her hands, and her chances of winning in the future will be greater, so Wen Xingzhou is sincerely happy for Ning Jiasheng, but also feels a little sad that junior sister has to bear so much.

However, although the Yuehan Spirit Arrow is good, without the other one, it is no different from an exquisite ornament.

Wen Xingzhou finally found an opportunity to help his junior sister, and hurriedly asked, "Master, do you know anything about the Blazing Sun Spirit Arrow?"

He must help Ah Sheng find the remaining arrow.

The Immortal Qinglian's gaze was still fixed on Ning Jiasheng's figure in the water mirror. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

Hearing Wen Xingzhou's question, he turned his head, a flash of memory in his eyes. "I haven't heard anything about the Blazing Sun Spirit Arrow."

Immortal Qinglian's voice was low, and he frowned in thought as he slowly spoke, "It and the Moon-Frost Spirit Arrow are a pair, yin and yang complementing each other, neither of which can be missing. But the whereabouts of the Blazing Sun Spirit Arrow is an eternal mystery, and even I don't know for sure."

A hint of determination flashed in Wen Xingzhou's eyes. He had to do something for Ah Sheng.

"Master, I am willing to do my best to find the whereabouts of the Blazing Sun Spirit Arrow. Ah Sheng shoulders the destiny. If we can gather both arrows, our chances of victory against the evil demon will be greatly increased."

Immortal Qinglian nodded, his eyes revealing his trust and admiration for his eldest disciple.

"Xingzhou, it's great that you have this intention. But we can't be impatient about this matter. We need to think long and hard. The whereabouts of the Blazing Sun Spirit Arrow may be related to the impending catastrophe. We must proceed with caution."

"Now, tell me everything that has happened during this period. It's time to make a decision about those people with impure intentions."

Wen Xingzhou's expression froze when he heard that, and his insight technique took effect. The master and disciple stood in front of the water mirror, watching the battle while discussing their next plan.

After discussing all matters, Wen Xingzhou said with a touch of shame, "Ji Tang, she knew my identity as a disciple, so I left her in Hongshuangyuan for safekeeping. But I'm afraid the secret won't last much longer. Ji Shu, the head of the Ji family, has been staying in Xizhou recently, so she must have become suspicious."

After hearing this, Qinglian Immortal Venerable said calmly, "No problem, I will take care of this matter."

Then, a dark and domineering furnace suddenly appeared in the hands of the Qinglian Immortal Venerable. "The evil spirit on the Burning Heaven Furnace has been removed. You can take it."

The furnace floated towards Wen Xingzhou, and Qinglian Immortal Venerable gave his final instructions: "Master already knows everything. You can rest assured and watch over Ah Sheng here. Remember, no matter what happens, do not let her leave the secret realm early, and do not leave her too far away."

Wen Xingzhou took the stove with both hands, bowed, and said solemnly: "Disciple understands, thank you Master."

Qinglian Immortal Venerable nodded, and Wen Xingzhou lowered his body even lower, "Disciple respectfully bids farewell to Master."

Immortal Qinglian didn't say anything else and left. Wen Xingzhou stood up, held the stove in his hand and looked at it for a few breaths, sighed slightly, put it away, and continued to sit down to deal with paperwork.

Ning Jiasheng descended from the air. There was soft grass under her feet, and the air was filled with a faint scent of grass.

The sun shines through the clouds, onto the vast grassland. Everything seems so peaceful and harmonious. However, the calmer the surface, the greater the danger hidden.

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

These spiritual herbs are not ordinary plants. They exude a faint spiritual aura, and each leaf seems to contain powerful vitality.

Ning Jiasheng drew out the Red Flame, and the blade gleamed with a fiery light under the sunlight. The power of the grass element here should not be underestimated, and she must give it her all.

At this critical moment, the spiritual herbs that were originally growing quietly suddenly seemed to be given life and began to tremble violently.

Their leaves intertwined and entangled with each other at an astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye they condensed into huge spiritual beasts.

These spiritual beasts have very strange appearances. Their eyes are like two dazzling green stars, emitting a cunning and smart light that makes people shudder.

The body was formed from countless tightly entwined spiritual herbs, resembling flowing green flames from afar. Even more miraculous was the constant flow of a powerful and intense vitality from them, seemingly inexhaustible.

Ning Jiasheng gasped at the sight, but she didn't flinch. She took a deep breath, calmed herself, and, clutching the Red Flame in both hands, charged relentlessly towards the nearest spirit beast.

In an instant, the long sword drew a series of hot and dazzling tracks in the air, and then quickly condensed into a series of blazing flames. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be ignited and burned and distorted.

Every time he swung the sword, an extremely powerful force of the fire element surged out and smashed hard into the spirit beast.

Ning Jiasheng's movements were as smooth and natural as flowing water. Every attack was so precise and accurate, hitting the vital parts of the spirit beast just right.

Even so, the bodies of those spiritual beasts appear to be made of soft spiritual herbs, but in fact they are tough beyond imagination.

Although the long sword in Ning Jiasheng's hand could easily cut into their bodies, the broken spiritual herbs would heal and reconnect at an extremely fast speed.

It seems to have endless vitality and cannot be cut down no matter how hard you try.

Then, the leaves intertwined and entangled with each other at an astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye they condensed into a huge green cage, trapping Ning Jiasheng inside.

Ning Jiasheng felt a powerful vitality coming from the cage, which made it difficult for her sword to exert its full power.

She tried to cut the cage with her flaming sword, but the spiritual herbs were extremely tough and difficult to cut through, and even Chi Yan, who used his natal fire, found it difficult to cut through them.

At this moment, the voice of the Grass Spirit came from all directions, with a hint of teasing and provocation: "Everyone says that grass spiritual roots are the most useless and wasteful spiritual roots in the world. What do you think of this, the remarkable cultivator with a single fire spiritual root?"

Ning Jiasheng took a deep breath, gently closed her eyes, and immersed herself in this small cage, sensing the faint flow of life force. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the only thing left in the world was her and the life force within the cage, intertwined.

After a moment, Ning Jiasheng slowly opened her eyes and spoke softly through her red lips, "The grass spirit root isn't completely useless. Although the power it contains may seem gentle, it's actually incredibly tenacious. Just like that delicate blade of grass, even in the midst of a violent storm, it can still tenaciously survive and quickly recover after the storm. This kind of power should never be underestimated!"

At this moment, the ethereal voice of the Grass Spirit sounded again, but this time it carried a subtle hint of approval: "Well, your answer is quite pertinent."

However, before he could finish his words, the Grass Spirit suddenly changed the subject, his tone becoming sharper: "Since that's the case, then let me try it myself and see how much real ability you have!"

As the Grass Spirit finished speaking, Ning Jiasheng felt that the surrounding environment had undergone a drastic change in an instant.

The originally calm and peaceful sea of grass suddenly seemed to be given life and began to become restless.

Each spiritual herb seemed to be summoned by some mysterious power. They twisted their bodies, intertwined and entangled with each other, forming intricate and beautiful strange patterns.

Then, these patterns combined and changed rapidly at a dazzling speed, and in the blink of an eye they turned into a torrent of creatures composed of spiritual herbs.

These creatures have all kinds of strange and bizarre shapes. Some are like ferocious and brutal beasts with bared fangs and claws; some are like light and agile birds, flapping their wings and soaring; and some are even like graceful human figures, dancing lightly.

For a moment, this small space was filled with all kinds of strange scenes, which were dizzying.

Their eyes shone with a green light, the power of the Grass Spirit coursing through them. "Show me your true abilities, and let me see the strength of a disciple who has just reached the ninth level." The Grass Spirit's voice was playful, yet also contained a serious test.

Ning Jiasheng held Chi Yan tightly, she knew that this would be a battle different from the previous ones.

She must use her fire spirit root to comprehend the power of the grass spirit in order to win this battle.

The first attack of the Grass Spirit was a tiger woven from spiritual grass, which roared and pounced towards Ning Jiasheng.

Ning Jiasheng reacted quickly, his sword drawing fiery trails in the air, forming a flame barrier. The tiger collided with the flame barrier, emitting a deafening roar.

Ning Jiasheng felt a powerful impact, but she kept her balance. Although the flame barrier was deformed by the impact, it did not break.

She knew the grass spirits were testing her strength. As the battle progressed, the grass spirits' attacks became more diverse. The spiritual grass creatures constantly shifted their forms, some transforming into flying birds, some into giant pythons, and even some into warriors wielding spiritual grass weapons.

Each attack carried a powerful vitality, which made Ning Jiasheng feel more and more stressed. Ning Jiasheng began to try to use the power of the grass spirit. The red flame no longer just released a blazing flame, but began to emit a gentle light.

This light merged with the vitality of the grass spirit, forming a new power. The long sword shuttled through the attacks of the spiritual grass biological flow, and each swing of the sword brought with it a powerful vitality, cutting the body of the biological flow.

At the same time, she also began to try to use the sword to absorb the grass element, filter it, and release it in the form of sword energy to heal her wounds.

Every time the sword energy passed by, her wounds would heal quickly.

As Ning Jiasheng continued to work hard, she found herself increasingly attuned to the power of the grass spirit. Chi Yan danced in the sea of grass, each swing of her sword imbued with a powerful vitality, resonating with the power of the grass spirit.

The Grass Spirit's voice rang out again, this time with a hint of approval: "You have proven your strength and comprehended the power of the Grass Spirit Root. Now, you can walk freely in this sea of grass and find your path."

Ning Jiasheng put away the Scarlet Flame. She knew this battle was only the beginning of her journey of cultivation. She took a deep breath, ready to face the next challenge, a new plan already in mind.