Junior sister took first place again

Ning Jiasheng stood at the center of the ninth floor of the Jiuxiao Lingshu Tower, his heart filled with joy at the prospect of passing the level.

She looked around, hoping to discover a path through the tower or a treasure. This floor was similar to the second floor she had just entered. There were no complex mechanisms, no dense restrictions, only a peaceful and empty space, as if the entire secret of the tower was hidden in this tranquility.

Just as she was about to find an exit, the entire space began to vibrate, an invisible force surged in the air, and spiritual energy rolled violently.

Ning Jiasheng felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, which she had never encountered on any level.

As the vibrations intensified, spiritual energy converged towards a single point, forming a massive vortex. She gazed intently, only to see an unexpected presence slowly condensing into shape at the center of the vortex.

Its figure was blurry, but the pressure it exuded made Ning Jiasheng feel suffocated. Its body was composed of the power of nine elements, and its form was constantly changing. Each element flowed on its surface, emitting a different light.

Shining golden light, flourishing wood energy, flowing water, leaping flames, thick earth and rocks, whistling wind, rolling thunder, cold ice and frost, and vibrant grass, all intertwined and changed on it, forming a shocking scene.

A pair of eyes that reflect the mountains, rivers, earth, thunder, lightning and frost are deep and mysterious, as if containing the mysteries of the universe.

Its gaze fell on Ning Jiasheng, with scrutiny and expectation.

Ning Jiasheng sighed inwardly; she knew that skipping a level would come at a price. The final boss was composed of all elements. If someone had skipped a level before, they would likely have been defeated here, just one step away from completing the game.

Disciples in the Nascent Soul stage shouldn't make such opportunistic mistakes. Her mind was as clear as a mirror, and these thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant. She was filled with fighting spirit, and she gripped the Scarlet Flame Sword tightly, ready to face this ultimate trial.

The spirit slowly spoke, its voice echoing throughout the space like a symphony of all the sounds in nature: "Xuanling Sect Ning Jiasheng, you have passed the nine tests of the Jiuxiao Lingshu Pagoda. The final test is to defeat me."

"Are you ready?"

Ning Jiasheng took a deep breath. She knew that this would be an unprecedented challenge and she had to give it her all to pass this test.

She replied firmly, "I'm ready."

At the beginning of the battle, the spirit showed amazing power, controlling the power of nine elements and launching a fierce attack on Ning Jiasheng.

Ning Jiasheng managed to hold off the attack with her superb swordsmanship and control over the element of fire. However, as the battle progressed, she gradually discovered that the spirit's abilities were far more than that.

As the battle escalated, a whirlwind of fire formed around Ning Jiasheng's body, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by the shooting of fireballs and tongues of flame, in an attempt to suppress the spirit with magic.

She combined sword moves with magic to form a web of fire that blocked all the spirit's escape routes. The spirit seemed to be at ease in the face of this violent attack.

The power of the five elements spiritual roots reached its peak at this moment, and its figure suddenly became blurred, as if it had merged with the surrounding air.

Its hands drew five-element halos in the air. Each halo contained a different spell. The five-element spells intertwined with each other to form an indestructible defense network.

Ning Jiasheng gathered the fire net, and abundant spiritual power flowed along the net, instantly igniting a raging fire in the air. Explosions sounded at the intersections of the nets, and he finally stopped the spirit from hiding.

At the moment of forcing out the spirit, Ning Jiasheng moved quickly in the firelight with a sword in his hand, like a line of fire, his fists and feet were as fast as the wind, and each blow was aimed directly at the vital points of the spirit.

The spirit used no weapons; its very existence was a perfect weapon. It harnessed the full power of its spiritual roots, its punches and kicks unpredictable, each attack incorporating the shifting power of the Five Elements. Its punches flowed relentlessly like flowing water, its kicks swift as a gale, each attack forcing Ning Jiasheng to respond with all his might.

During a confrontation, the spirit suddenly displayed the unique skills of Cuiwei Sect. Talismans flew in the air and turned into spells of attack and defense.

Ning Jiasheng watched this scene in astonishment, countless questions welling up in her mind: "How did you master Cuiwei Sect's unique skills?"

The spirit's voice was tinged with teasing, as if it was enjoying the battle. "Oh? Do you think only you monks can master the sect's secret techniques? I exist to surpass your limits."

Ning Jiasheng frowned. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but the spirit's next words shocked her even more. "Surprised? I'm capable of much more than that."

There was a hint of provocation in the spirit's voice. It then stopped dodging and rushed forward directly above Ning Jiasheng, performing a move called "Flames Spreading Across the Land". The flames swept over like a violent storm, breaking Ning Jiasheng's defense in an instant, burning the ends of her hair and causing them to curl, forcing Ning Jiasheng to retreat several hundred meters.

Ning Jiasheng steadied herself, her eyes filled with determination. "You are indeed strong, but I am not weak either. I will not give up this battle easily."

The spirit seemed satisfied with Ning Jiasheng's tenacity, and its voice was filled with admiration: "Indeed, your courage and determination are commendable. But battles are never won by courage alone."

Ning Jiasheng snorted coldly, knowing there was a deeper meaning behind the spirit's words. She began to observe the spirit's every move more carefully, trying to find its weakness.

In repeated exchanges, she deliberately exposed flaws, tempting the spirit to use her swordsmanship to attack. When the spirit's sword energy was about to strike her, Ning Jiasheng advanced instead, her spirit flashing and stabbing from behind. Chi Yan followed the spirit's sword momentum and swatted the spirit away with a lightning-fast palm strike.

The spirit had clearly not anticipated this move, and its body faltered after being shattered by its own attack. Ning Jiasheng seized the opportunity, wielding the Scarlet Flame Sword and concentrating his innate power, stabbing the spirit's weak spot.

At the moment when Ning Jiasheng's sword was about to touch its weak point, the spirit's body suddenly turned into an invisible airflow, cleverly avoiding the fatal blow.

Ning Jiasheng's sword tip cut through the air, leaving only a faint trail of flame.

Her heart sank, knowing her attack hadn't worked. While dodging the attack, the spirit quickly reassembled its body, the power of the nine elements condensing once again. Its form became more solid, and its pressure even more powerful.

"Your progress is amazing, but the real battle has just begun."

There was a hint of seriousness in the spirit's voice, and it was obvious that he regarded Ning Jiasheng as an opponent who needed to be taken seriously.

After saying that, the spirit launched another attack. This time, the method made Ning Jiasheng feel very familiar - it was the method of the formation master, or to be more precise, the method of Yun Yang pinching his fingers, like a nimble butterfly dancing among the flowers.

The spiritual energy gathered rapidly in the space like surging waves, forming an intricate formation.

Ning Jiasheng instantly understood that she had to break the formation while resisting the spirit's violent attack.

She took a deep breath, and like a calm chess player, she began to mobilize her thin understanding of the formation to look for flaws in the diagram.

Chi Yan drew sharp sword energy in the air. Each sword energy was like a precise arrow, hitting the nodes in the formation diagram directly, gradually eroding the power of the formation.

At the moment when the formation was about to collapse, the spirit suddenly changed its fighting style like a chameleon. Its attack became weird and mysterious, as if it was an illusion and mental attack by a sorcerer, shrouding Ning Jiasheng like fog.

Ning Jiasheng kept her mind focused, her swordsmanship was as firm and powerful as a magic needle that stabilizes the sea. Each sword strike was infused with the Xuanling Sect's meditation technique, breaking through numerous illusions.

Immediately afterwards, Yin Xiu's attack came like rolling thunder, and the spirit body emitted deafening sound waves, trying to shatter Ning Jiasheng's seven orifices.

Ning Jiasheng circulated his inner spiritual power to form a rock-solid protective shield. At the same time, he counterattacked with sword energy like a dragon emerging from the sea, which collided with the sound waves and caused an earth-shaking explosion.

The power of the physical cultivator is as direct and powerful as a mountain crushing an egg, and every attack of the spiritual body is like an overwhelming tidal wave. Ning Jiasheng was able to barely hold on by relying on his agile body and profound spiritual power.

The most troublesome thing was that the spirit also used the Xuanling Sect's swordsmanship. Every move and every style was exactly the same as Ning Jiasheng's, making her swordsmanship advantage disappear.

After countless fierce battles, Ning Jiasheng's body was stretched to its limits, her spiritual power nearly depleted, and the scars on her body horrifying. Yet, her eyes still gleamed with an unyielding light, her will stronger than ever.

During the fierce battle with the spirit, Ning Jiasheng gradually realized that his opponent's fighting style was constantly changing, and each attack seemed to contain ever-changing skills and power.

A bold speculation emerged in her mind. This spirit was by no means a single entity. It seemed to be able to imitate and utilize the unique skills of all the disciples in the tower.

During a brief lull in the exchange, Ning Jiasheng, panting heavily, stared directly at the spirit and asked loudly, "What on earth are you? How do you know the unique skills of so many sects?"

The spirit stopped attacking, its figure trembling slightly in the air, as if it was accumulating even more powerful strength.

Its voice was tinged with teasing as it casually answered Ning Jiasheng's question while attacking. "Oh, have you finally realized it? I exist to absorb and learn the skills of every disciple who enters the tower. Every battle and every training you undergo has unknowingly become nourishment for me."

Ning Jiasheng frowned as she realized that she was facing not just a powerful opponent, but an almost unpredictable fighting machine.

The spirit's voice seemed to come from ancient times, carrying with it an endless sense of pressure and mystery. "Every disciple who steps into this tower is the source of my endless power. The skills you unleash, the exquisite spells, and your unique fighting styles have all been integrated into the depths of my soul and become a part of me!"

As the spirit finished its words, its attack instantly descended like a violent storm, becoming increasingly ferocious and fierce. Its form flickered, ghostlike, freely switching between various fighting styles at will.

Sometimes it is like a torrential rain, launching a fierce attack with the force of thunder; sometimes it is like strolling in the garden, confusing the enemy with strange and unpredictable movements.

Every display of fighting style made Ning Jiasheng feel under great pressure, as if he was in the midst of a raging sea and would be swallowed up if he was not careful.

Ning Jiasheng knew that she could not just sit there and wait for death. Facing such a powerful and almost omnipotent opponent, she had to find a way to defeat him.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and then focused her attention on the spirit's every move, not missing any subtle changes in its movements, not missing any of its attacks, trying to find any flaws or patterns in them.

After a long and tense fight, Ning Jiasheng finally discovered something: although this spirit possessed amazing imitation abilities and could perform a variety of skills to the fullest, whenever it switched between different skills, there would inevitably be a moment of awkwardness and unnaturalness.

It seems as if the operation is being carried out according to some established procedure, and it seems to be quite routine.

Ning Jiasheng was overjoyed. She keenly realized that this might be the breakthrough she had been looking for and the only chance to defeat this terrifying opponent.

Ning Jiasheng began to formulate a strategy. She decided to take advantage of the delay when the spirit switched skills and launch a fatal attack.

She began to deliberately reveal her weaknesses, tempting the spirit to use more skills. Whenever the mysterious and ever-changing spirit unleashed its strange skills, Ning Jiasheng would always launch a fierce counterattack with lightning speed.

Although these attacks are not enough to cause substantial damage to the spirit, they can successfully cause the spirit's movements to come to a brief stagnation in an instant.

As the fierce battle continued, Ning Jiasheng's body was approaching the limit of what it could bear.

At this moment, every step she took was heavy and difficult, as if her legs were being dragged down by a thousand-pound burden. However, deep in her resolute heart, a single fire of faith always burned—persistence! Even if it meant holding on for just a moment longer.

Ning Jiasheng battled fiercely with the spirit within the Tower Spirit, from night to day, and countless days and nights passed. The light from the outside world alternated between bright and dark, and finally, the decisive moment arrived.

Just when the spirit body used the Xuanling Sect's sword technique again, Ning Jiasheng keenly perceived the fleeting opportunity for battle.

Without hesitation, she used all her strength to vigorously dance the red flame in her hand, which was burning with blazing flames. It was like a lightning that tore through the sky and pierced straight into the most vital core of the spirit body.

This sword embodies all of Ning Jiasheng's will and powerful strength, and is indeed her ultimate killer skill.

The spirit, acutely aware of the deadly threat posed by this attack, desperately tried to evade. Unfortunately, Ning Jiasheng's sword energy and spiritual awareness had already locked onto its aura, preventing it from escaping despite its struggles. In an instant, a dazzling sword light flashed like a rainbow across the sky, then vanished. With a muffled "puff," the spirit's body was abruptly split in two.

At the same time, the nine powerful elemental forces that originally lingered around the spirit began to dissipate.

What was different from the past was that this time, the elemental forces did not re-condense and reorganize as usual.

Ning Jiasheng stood there, her body swaying, but a glint of triumph gleamed in her eyes. The spirit's body eventually dissipated, transforming into tiny specks of starlight that vanished into the air.

"You win, Ning Jiasheng." The spirit's voice sounded before it dissipated, with a hint of respect, "Your courage and persistence have allowed you to surpass your limits." As the spirit dissipated, a ray of light appeared in the center of the Jiuxiao Lingshu Tower, and the passage to the top of the tower was finally opened.