Junior sister took first place again

After the inner demon left, Ning Jiasheng lay quietly on the desolate land, her breathing weak and her consciousness sank into the bottomless abyss.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint light suddenly flashed on the back of her hand, and then the bright golden light became brighter and quickly disappeared. A golden feather finally broke free from its restraints and flew out on its own.

A soft golden halo surrounded the Demon King's feathers, floating and dancing in circles above Ning Jiasheng. Rich spiritual energy poured down and then spread out in all directions.

After all, it is just a spiritual object, not a living being.

It can release its own spiritual power and break through the formation on the back of Ning Jiasheng's hand that has cut off the spiritual power supply, but it cannot help the seriously injured and unconscious Ning Jiasheng to pass in spiritual energy and then help her transform and absorb it.

So even though it was rich in spiritual energy, it still couldn't save Ning Jiasheng, who was unable to absorb spiritual power.

However, no one noticed that in this desolate place that seemed to be forgotten by the world, the surrounding environment began to change quietly as the spiritual energy emitted from the feathers poured in.

On the originally desolate land, faint rays of light gradually gathered together, as if they had life and wandered on the ground, outlining complex formation patterns.

As the formation was activated, the surrounding air began to become active. Streams of spiritual energy surged out from the ground and wrapped around Ning Jiasheng, echoing with the ineffective hidden spiritual formation on the back of her hand, forming a mysterious resonance.

The ground began to tremble slightly, as if the earth's heartbeat was accelerating. As the shaking intensified, countless cracks appeared in the ground, and rich spiritual energy gushed out from them, forming pillars of light that shot straight into the sky.

These light pillars were like bridges connecting heaven and earth, surrounding Ning Jiasheng in the center and forming a huge light array.

In the center of the formation, Ning Jiasheng lay quietly, her body lifted up by an invisible force and suspended in mid-air.

Her body was surrounded by rich spiritual energy, and the fire element in it was like a small stream, slowly flowing into her body, repairing her injuries.

In the distance, the dead trees began to sprout new buds, the dried-up rivers began to flow again, and everything was reviving, as if this land was welcoming an important guest.

And in the center of this land, a powerful and mysterious force began to gather, and the spiritual energy seemed to be summoned, gathering into a vortex and slowly spinning.

In the center of this vortex, a slender figure gradually condensed into shape from nothingness.

What a gorgeous figure and flawless face.

His figure was tall and straight, like a pine or cypress, unwavering even in the strong wind. His long hair fluttered in the wind, like splashed ink, complementing his robe and showcasing an uninhibited style.

His face was like the most exquisite work of art, with every line being just right, as if it were the result of careful carving by God.

His eyebrows were long and powerful, like the edge of a sword, revealing an unquestionable determination. His eyes were deep and bright, as if they could see through all the secrets of the world, gleaming with wisdom. His nose was straight, and his lips were thin and stylish, forming a confident smile that seemed to be full of playfulness and challenge towards everything in the world.

He stood there with a unique temperament, with both the transcendence of an immortal and a hint of unruly wildness, which made people fall in love with him.

It seemed as if it was the only focus between heaven and earth, and everything around it was eclipsed.

His appearance is like a vivid painting that makes people unable to look away.

Then, he waved his hand gently, and the vortex of spiritual energy around him slowly dissipated. His figure gradually became clearer, as if he was a traveler from another world.

He looked around and his eyes finally fell on Ning Jiasheng.

Then, he moved! His steps were calm and graceful. Although seemingly slow, he appeared beside Ning Jiasheng in the blink of an eye.

"A disciple of Lingxiao Peak."

He walked to Ning Jiasheng's side, lowered his head and looked at her quietly for a moment, and suddenly said something.

The sound was like the sound of a zither coming from ancient times, melodious and deep, with a tranquility that transcends the world.

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the dust of time and fell on the feathers floating in the air. His eyes became distant, and he was obviously lost in a memory.

It wasn't until the deactivated Hidden Spirit Formation on the back of Ning Jiasheng's hand was reactivated that he came out of his memories. He looked at Ning Jiasheng again, observing him carefully for a long moment before slowly speaking, "A half-demon holding the Demon King's feather, but was accepted as a direct disciple by the people of Lingxiao Peak and even learned the unique formation of Yuhua Peak to conceal his identity."

In just a few words, Ning Jiasheng was basically exposed from head to toe.

He continued to mutter to himself, "What an interesting youngster. Nascent Soul stage, not bad. But this bone age...hiss—"

Having said this, he took a deep breath. If he wasn't so proud of his status, he would even want to reach out and rub his eyes.

Although I am indeed quite old, I shouldn't have blurry eyes.

He still couldn't believe it. A faint light flew out from his fingertips and entered Ning Jiasheng's body. It turned out that he was only in his twenties and was not concealed by any magic weapon or illusion.

"How come this seedling was taken away by Lingxiao Peak... huh?"

Before he could finish his words, his expression suddenly paused. His left hand moved slightly and he made a summoning gesture. A fist-sized, attributeless demon pill emitting white light flew out of Ning Jiasheng's ring.

"What is this!?" His eyes moved slightly, and he couldn't help laughing at the familiar trophy, "Hahahahahahahaha——"

After laughing, he still said with a chuckle: "It's really funny. It's God's will. It should be like this."

His eyes fell on the attributeless demon pill that flew out of Ning Jiasheng's ring. It was one of his collections during his lifetime, a trophy gained from a great battle, and now it appeared here by chance.

"It's God's will. It should be this way." He said softly, with an indescribable emotion in his voice.

He stretched out his hand and gently waved it, and the demon pill slowly floated towards him. With a light stroke of his finger in the air, a mysterious magic circle formed in the air, enveloping the demon pill.

His movements were graceful and composed, as if he were performing an ancient ritual. Each movement revealed a profound understanding of the laws of heaven and earth, and each seal seemed so natural and harmonious.

"In the name of Heaven, by the spirit of Earth, by my will, initiate!"

His voice echoed across the land, his words carrying an undeniable power. Following his command, the magic circle began to spin, emitting a dazzling light.

The demon pill in the center of the magic circle began to emit a stronger white light. Its power was guided by the magic circle and began to gather towards Ning Jiasheng.

Then he pushed gently, and the magic circle and the demon pill slowly moved above Ning Jiasheng's chest, then slowly descended and finally merged with her body.

The power of the demon pill began to penetrate into Ning Jiasheng's body, and her skin began to emit a faint glow, which was a sign that the power of the demon pill was flowing through her body.

This is God's arrangement, and the trajectories of fate converge at this moment.

"Thus, cause and effect have been established."

After saying that, he stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on Ning Jiasheng, quietly waiting for her to wake up.

Ning Jiasheng's consciousness gradually recovered from the blur, and she felt a warm force flowing through her body, repairing her injuries.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw the figure of the mysterious man and the light array around him that was slowly dissipating.

"You're awake." The man's voice broke the silence. There was a hint of gentleness in his voice, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, making people feel peaceful.

Ning Jiasheng sat up, feeling a surge of strength within her body, a feeling she had never experienced before. She looked at the back of her hand and discovered that the Hidden Spirit Formation there had been reactivated, emitting a faint glow.

"Thank you for your help, senior."

Ning Jiasheng stood up and bowed respectfully to the mysterious master whose face he could not see clearly.

The man nodded, his eyes falling on the golden feathers floating in the air.

"Is this feather yours?" There was a hint of playfulness in his voice.

Ning Jiasheng nodded. This was irrefutable. She stretched out her hand, and the Demon King's feather slowly flew into her palm.

"May I ask for your honorable title, Senior. I will never forget your kindness today, and I will definitely repay you in the future!"

Ning Jiasheng clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to express his inner respect and gratitude.

The man raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, but did not respond to Ning Jiasheng's question about his name.

On the contrary, his gaze fell on Ning Jiasheng's hand, and his eyes became deep and distant, as if he saw the distant past through the demonic pattern.

After a long moment, he slowly spoke, his voice deep and magnetic, "The Demon King's feather, I never thought I'd see it again in this lifetime. However, as a disciple of the righteous path, you shouldn't be using it like this."

There was a hint of emotion in his voice, and he looked meaningfully at the demonic pattern on the back of Ning Jiasheng's hand that had disappeared.

Ning Jiasheng was slightly surprised to recognize it as the Demon King's feather, but besides being surprised, he was also filled with curiosity.

"Senior, I wonder who you are?" There was always a hint of respect in her voice.

However, in the face of Ning Jiasheng's questioning, the man remained tight-lipped and had no intention of revealing his identity.

He shook his head gently, then turned his gaze back to Ning Jiasheng and said calmly, "Since you just said you wanted to repay me, then I have already thought of what I want you to do."

Ning Jiasheng straightened up immediately upon hearing this and replied solemnly, "Senior, if you have any orders, I will do my best to carry them out. Please give me your instructions."

The man nodded slightly in approval, then said without hesitation: "It's very simple. From now on, you will become my disciple." These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Ning Jiasheng's ears, making her stunned for a moment.

"This - please forgive me for not being able to agree to this. I already have a master, and it is impossible for me to become someone else's disciple in this lifetime."

Ning Jiasheng bowed deeply and said, "Senior, please change the conditions. As long as this is not included, I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

"Oh? May I know who your master is?" The man looked at Ning Jiasheng's head and asked with interest.

"Immortal Qinglian." Ning Jiasheng answered without hesitation, and his words naturally revealed deep respect and reverence.

Hearing this, the corners of the man's mouth lifted slightly, a smile that was neither a smile nor a smile, full of amusement. He murmured softly, "So that's how it is. You are actually a disciple of the world's number one sword immortal. No wonder you don't want to switch to another sect."

"If I say so, this is my only request."

He commented bluntly, "With your limited cultivation, going through fire and water for me is meaningless. Moreover, you are still under restrictions and can't even exert one tenth or one twelfth of your usual strength. How can you even talk about repaying me?"

"I saved your life, and you can now put the past behind you. Becoming my disciple doesn't count as betrayal."

Ning Jiasheng pursed his lips and lowered his head even more. "Senior, I dare not fail to repay your kindness. But Master has also been more kind to me in raising me. I cannot do what you have asked. Please change the conditions."

The man's words became more pointed. "From what I know, although the Immortal Venerable Qinglian treats all races equally and likes to accept half-demons as disciples, he has no interest in raising children."

"Are you reluctant to give up your status as a Sword Immortal disciple, so you say such ridiculous words and repeatedly reject me?"

Unfortunately, Ning Jiasheng bowed his head and the man had an illusion on his face, so Ning Jiasheng did not see the satisfied smile in his eyes.

What does it mean that the master likes to accept half-demons as disciples? Ning Jiasheng's thoughts were in a mess, but he put aside these personal matters and dealt with the situation in front of him.

Because Ning Jiasheng knew that in front of such a powerful person, even a fleeting emotion would be noticed by him.

She maintained due respect and courtesy, and said businesslike, "This is the truth. I dare not lie."

"Even if my master isn't the number one swordsman, I won't become his disciple. This is the bottom line of being a human being."

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior, for accepting a dull disciple like me. However, judging by your demeanor, I'm sure you're not a swordsman. I've been learning swordsmanship from my master since I entered the Immortal Realm. If I were to become your disciple, I'm afraid your hard work would be wasted."

"You are so eloquent and flattering, but you don't look like a disciple of the Immortal Azure Lotus."

The man lowered his eyes and said calmly, "You demons don't have any territory. Do you know how many people beg to serve under my name?"

Ning Jiasheng gritted her teeth. This person must be an immortal. The names of the immortals in the four states flashed through her mind, crossing them out one by one, but she still couldn't find the right one.

In fact, Ning Jiasheng didn't know the names of all the immortals. In addition to the well-known immortals in several major sects, there were also many immortals in those aristocratic families, or hidden ancestors who had reached the tribulation realm.

Most of them are about to become immortal, or have already become immortal, but they have left behind the power to protect their people.

Therefore, in terms of comprehensive strength, the human race is indeed stronger than the demon race.

Back to the point, Ning Jiasheng was completely at a loss as to how to respond to the situation. She had always been a soft-hearted person, so even if the other party was a benefactor, she was speechless and didn't know how to respond to such repeated pressure.

"Senior, I really cannot accept you as my disciple." Ning Jiasheng said firmly.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were lost in thought. After a moment, he said, "If that's the case, do you understand the consequences of rejecting me?"

Ning Jiasheng's heart sank. She naturally knew that this mysterious man had an extraordinary identity, and rejecting him might cause some trouble.

However, her gaze was firm, without a trace of fear. "No matter what the consequences, I will not change my decision. Becoming my disciple is a matter of principle, and I will never go against my heart."

The man stared at Ning Jiasheng and suddenly laughed out loud. "Well, what an indomitable disciple of the Sword Immortal! Although you don't want to be my disciple, you must learn the formation from me."