Junior sister took first place again

The Tianji Pavilion has posted a notice: This year's Immortal Sect Conference has begun, and the group battle should be based on the clan and family. All families should remember the three key points -

First, the bone age of the contestants must not exceed 100 years. Therefore, it is well known in the cultivation world that the team competition is a battle between Jindan cultivators.

Second, there must be an auxiliary cultivator in the formation. Anyone skilled in alchemy, healing, or talisman making can fill this role.

However, in the case of the current host Xingchen Sect, which only has inheritors of a single method, disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage are allowed to fill the number.

Third, the rotation of the Five Elements aligns with the laws of nature. Each team is based on five members, reflecting the numbers of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth; the maximum number of members is seven, representing the seven stars of the Big Dipper.

However, all the trials in the past have hidden secrets in a mustard seed, whether it is breaking through an array or surviving in a secret realm, the secrets are not revealed before the curtain begins.

Therefore, the elders of each faction should observe the stars and deduce, judge the situation, and not try to show off their strength with just a large number of people. The key is to focus on the principle of mutual generation of the five elements.

Ning Jiasheng was sitting in the secret room of Xianyifang. She had just finished reading the general rules of this team competition. Xue You and Ji He were sitting on either side of her.

Seeing her put down the golden book, Fu E, who was sitting opposite her, explained, "The format of the competition, the specific environment and the specific rules will only be known after entering the arena."

"Therefore, not all of our members are sword cultivators and can march forward invincibly. All of our members are alchemy cultivators as well."

"Also," Ji He chuckled and said, "luck is also a very important part."

"You are participating in the battle as a disciple of Yuhua Peak. You should pay special attention to He Ling of Changxing Sect."

Xue You reminded him, "She was originally the only Yuanying stage disciple in the team competition, and in recent years she has been the most influential figure in the sect. All the disciples of Changxing Sect respect her."

"If you want to get first place, be very careful."

Ning Jiasheng nodded, and stood up to say goodbye with Ji He. "I understand, thank you, sister. It's getting late, Ji Xianjun and I will return to Xingchen Sect to prepare for the battle."

Xue You and Fu E also stood up and said, "Go ahead. We are already preparing for what you mentioned."

Ning Jiasheng said goodbye to them and returned to the house arranged for her by her senior sisters and brothers to rest.

In the "Xuan Ji Courtyard" where the Xuan Ling Sect members were temporarily staying, the disciples from the five peaks each occupied one side.

The sword energy of Mu Zhao of Lingxiao Peak condensed into frost on the eaves, the medicine furnace of Lan Ying of Shenyao Peak was steaming with strange purple mist, and the fist wind of Shi Yan of Baiqi Peak made the star-patterned bricks buzz - this guest house specially built by the Xingchen Sect has now become a chessboard for the five peaks to test the "airborne senior sister".

The next day.

When five spiritual energies split the morning mist, Ning Jiasheng was standing by the window tying her hair with a peach wood hairpin.

There were several marks of varying depths carved on the bluestone outside the window - presumably they were left by the Xingchen Sect disciples during their training.

"Are you the new... senior sister?" Mu Zhao's Jinghong sword was placed across the stone platform, and the sword energy made the pine needles on the cliff fall to the ground.

The word "senior sister" was deliberately emphasized, containing three parts of temptation and seven parts of sarcasm.

Ning Jiasheng turned and walked out the door, the wooden hairpin at her temples suddenly falling to the ground. The moment the hairpin's tail touched the ground, the formation on the cliff suddenly hummed, and Mu Zhao's sword energy was completely forced back into the scabbard.

When Ning Jiasheng pushed the door open, he was hit by the "mountain-shaking" aftermath of the Baiqi Peak's rocks.

She tapped the tip of her toes lightly on the cracks in the star bricks, used the force to spin around to avoid the fist wind, but the peach wood hairpin in her sleeve nailed into the ancient locust tree in the courtyard - that was the core of the Jiaomu Jiao formation of the "Twenty-Eight Constellations Formation" of the Xingchen Sect.

"Senior Sister, you have a good eye." Wen Yan from Yuhua Peak spun the compass, secretly tampering with the star tracks in the courtyard. "You actually recognized the Xingchen Sect's ancient protective formation."

"The position of the corner wooden dragon has shifted by three inches. Thank you." Ning Jiasheng brushed off the dust on his clothes and blew the wind across the cracks in the stone pillar with his finger. The sloppy strokes of the Xingchen Sect's repair of the formation a hundred years ago were clearly visible.

Wen Yan's face suddenly changed - he hadn't even noticed this flaw!

Lan Ying from Divine Medicine Peak smiled and handed over the teacup: "Xingchen Sect's Cloudtop Mist Tea brewed with morning dew, would you like to try it, Senior Sister?"

The ripples in the cup concealed the Seven Apertures Heart-Eating Gu, but when Ning Jiasheng flicked the cup wall with his fingers, Junior Sister Lan's smile froze.

The poisonous insects suddenly gathered together and condensed into a pill, floating in the air and showing the unique mark of an elder of the Divine Medicine Peak - it was the secret technique of "Poison and Pill Mutual Generation" that her master had not passed on before he went into seclusion.

Mu Zhao from Lingxiao Peak flew over from the stone platform, his sword sheath placed between the two of them. "Since we're from the same sect, why don't we spar?"

The sword energy cuts through the morning mist, concealing Lingxiao Peak's unique skill "Jinghong Sandie".

Ning Jiasheng stepped on the Kuimu Wolf position of the Xingchen Sect's guard formation. The soles of his boots connected to the earth veins, and he actually directed the sword energy to the soul-binding talisman secretly laid by Qiu Rumo on Piaomiao Peak.

"Junior Brother Mu's third burst of Qi power was delayed by half a breath." She pointed the peach wood hairpin at Mu Zhao's wrist, "Is it because of the blockage of star power in the Kui constellation?"

Mu Zhao suddenly put away his sword - last night he was indeed hindered by the abnormal breathing of the Xingchen Sect's star orbit!

A water-red scarf suddenly appeared, "Since you are proficient in formations, may I learn a thing or two?"

Ning Jiasheng waved his hand casually, and the cloth that was coming at him with great force instantly became as warm as a spring breeze. Then he snapped his fingers again, and the junior sister from Piaomiao Peak who was standing outside the courtyard gate and took action cried out "Ouch!" and ended up wrapping herself up like a dumpling.

Shi Yan shouted and swung his fist, the wind from his fist carrying the fragments of the Starlight Stone, a specialty of the Xingchen Sect: "Playing tricks!"

Ning Jiasheng pointed two fingers precisely at the Tianquan acupoint on his elbow, and the Starlight Stone suddenly absorbed into the shape of a fist glove - the prototype of Baiqi Peak's "Star-Picking Hand".

Shi Yan staggered back, and the black iron wristband on his wrist suddenly became hot, as if mocking his inferior skills.

"It's almost time, everyone. It's time to set off." Ning Jiasheng stepped out of the room, and the morning bell of the Xingchen Sect rang at this moment.