Junior sister took first place again

The glory of being number one on the Heavenly Ranking enveloped Ning Jiasheng, and the deafening cheers seemed to still be roaring in his ears.

However, a dark figure merged silently into the shadow beside Yunhua Immortal Venerable like ink dropped into water.

Immortal Master Mengze.

His appearance instantly made the already heated atmosphere boil, but it did not cause too much surprise.

It is understandable that the Xuanling Sect's disciple won the first place and the sect's Immortal Master came in person to congratulate him.

Immortal Master Meng Ze had a gentle smile on his face, like an elder admiring an outstanding junior. His eyes fell on Ning Jiasheng, and his voice was calm but clear, spreading throughout the audience:

"Congratulations, 'Lin Sheng'."

Praise flowed between the words, "As a formation master, you have defeated all the heroes and reached the top of the Heavenly Ranking. The inheritance of Yuhua Peak is in your hands, and it has indeed regained its glory."

Ning Jiasheng's face remained calm as he politely responded, "Thank you, Immortal Master Mengze, for your praise. I am honored."

Immortal Master Mengze nodded with a smile, but his gaze suddenly turned to Immortal Master Yunhua, his tone taking on a subtle turn of tone that seemed to be concerned: "Master Yunhua, this competition has produced so many talented people, which is truly a blessing for the Immortal Sect. However... "

He suddenly changed the subject, his words sharp as a blade unsheathed. "From my observation, this 'young friend Lin's' formation skills are profound and unfathomable. He has truly inherited the essence of Junior Brother Xun's teachings. When did Yuhua Peak accept such a brilliant disciple?"

With the last sentence, he suddenly looked at the head of Yuhua Peak, pointing his finger directly at Ning Jiasheng's "origin".

The headmaster Qingfeng's face darkened, knowing that the other party had ill intentions, and he immediately responded coldly:

"Your Excellency is too kind. Junior Sister Lin is gifted and has an innate wisdom in formations. She is the last disciple accepted by Master. This is an internal matter of Yuhua Peak. Why does Your Excellency have to interfere?" He tried to confine the issue to Yuhua Peak.

As soon as these words came out, the audience immediately started to discuss:

"He's actually the disciple of Immortal Master Suying? No wonder his attainments in formations are so incredible."

“That’s what I said…”

"Oh? The matter of Yuhua Peak?"

The smile on Immortal Master Mengze's face faded instantly, and his eyes became as sharp as an eagle, as if he could see through people's hearts.

He stopped looking at Qingfeng and fixed his sharp gaze on Ning Jiasheng again, his voice carrying a hint of cold inquiry:

"However, when I observed you setting up the formation, I could sense within the very foundation that invoked the laws of heaven and earth and gave rise to all things... a pure, unparalleled sword intent faintly emanated from it!"

"boom--"

These words were like a huge rock hitting a calm lake, and the audience instantly exploded.

"Sword Intent? Sword Intent hidden in the formation?!"

"Immortal Master Mengze is saying...Immortal Master Lin's swordsmanship is more powerful than his formations?"

"Nonsense! Immortal Master Mengze is a great swordsman. Even his direct disciple Xiao Han might not be praised by him."

Everyone was shocked: this Lin Sheng was no more than a hundred years old, yet he could actually use a formation to defeat He Ling, a sword cultivator who was also a hundred years old and had formed an infant.

Although she had demonstrated her dual cultivation skills of sword and formation during the team competition, spiritual power was prohibited at that time and the competition was mostly based on moves and physical skills, so it was necessary to replace the formation plates and flags with other weapons.

"Could it be that... she's mastering both sword and formation skills, both at the top level?!"

"Hiss! Two hundred-year-old Nascent Souls competing for the top spot is scary enough, and one of them is hiding such a trump card. The top two on this Heavenly Ranking must be monsters."

"Sword Intent?"

Feiyun, the head monk of Piaomiao Peak, couldn't help but speak, his tone tinged with doubt. "Did Immortal Master Mengze misjudge this? Junior Sister Lin is a disciple of Yuhua Peak, how could she..."

"Imperial Master Meng Ze interrupted harshly, his eyes fixed on Ning Jiasheng. "This sword intent is extremely refined and pure, carrying Ling Xiao's unparalleled arrogance and determination to destroy all things."

“In the entire Xuanling Sect, apart from our Qinglian Immortal Venerable, who guards the abyss and is a master of the sword, who else could have left such a mark?!”

His voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable penetrating power, resounding through the sky:

"And the only one who can inherit this mark is one of his direct disciples—Ning Jiasheng!"

"Ning Jiasheng?!"

"The Sword Immortal's disciple?!"

"Lin Sheng... is Ning Jiasheng impersonating him?!"

A huge wave of shock instantly flooded the entire square, and the disciples of Xuanling Sect were completely stunned.

The expressions of the three chiefs suddenly changed, and Immortal Yunhua also frowned deeply.

Ning Jiasheng's eyes remained calm. Facing the all-seeing gaze of Immortal Master Mengze, he took a deep breath and spoke in a clear and steady voice:

"The Immortal Venerable has a discerning eye. Disciple Ning Jiasheng, because our Master guards the Abyss, and there may be some scoundrels within the sect coveting our position, is participating in the competition under the name of Yuhua Peak's Lin Sheng. This is solely for self-protection, and I have absolutely no intention of deceiving the world or stealing the name."

"The top spot on the Heavenly Ranking was earned by this disciple through his formation skills. I have a clear conscience."

The disguise was removed, revealing the true appearance of "Ning Jiasheng" with black hair and brown eyes.

"It's really Immortal Lord Ning!"

"The last disciple of the world's number one swordsman! Master of both sword and formation! Losing to her is not unfair!"

"Have a clear conscience?"

Immortal Master Mengze sneered coldly as if he had heard a huge joke.

He glanced at the ashen-faced leaders, and finally stared at Ning Jiasheng again as if judging him:

"What a clear conscience! Ning Jiasheng, do you know that you have committed three crimes—"

"First, you're deceiving your master! As a true disciple of Lingxiao Peak, you're using the name of Yuhua Peak. Where does this put the reputation of your master, Immortal Master Qinglian? Is Lingxiao Peak deserted, requiring your disciple to seek refuge on another peak?!"

Every word is hurtful and divisive!

"Secondly, you're betraying the sect! Xuanling Sect disciples are upright and aboveboard, so why hide behind the scenes? You're hiding your identity, which shows your lack of trust in the sect and your doubts about the ability of the Sect Master and the elders to protect their disciples! This is an act of betrayal!"

Personal behavior was instantly elevated to a challenge to the authority of the entire sect.

"Third..." Immortal Master Meng Ze's voice suddenly became extremely sinister, and his gaze was like a poisoned ice cone, piercing Ning Jiasheng fiercely, "Deceiving the Heaven!"

He took a sudden step forward!

boom--

The terrifying pressure of the Tribulation Realm erupted without reservation, like an invisible giant mountain crushing towards Ning Jiasheng.

At the same time, an obscure force that activated the rules of heaven and earth, like an invisible carving knife, precisely and viciously pierced the deepest blood seal in her body.

"You've gone to great lengths to borrow Yuhua Peak's identity, even resorting to using the secret treasure left by your master to cover up... Is what you're trying to conceal truly just the so-called 'scoundrel's covetousness'?!"

"Do not--!!!"

The chiefs of Shenyao Peak and Piaomiao Peak were horrified. The chief of Yuhua Peak's fingertips surged with spiritual energy, ready to take action.

Immortal Yunhua's expression also changed drastically!

But, it's too late!

Under the impact of the power of the Tribulation Realm that activated the rules and pointed directly at the origin—

Click!

The blood seal set by the Immortal Qinglian shattered like fragile glass.

Boom! ! !

An ancient, majestic, primitive mountain and forest wildness, yet extremely pure and powerful demonic power, like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years, suddenly erupted from Ning Jiasheng's body.

A brilliant red beam of light shot up into the sky, instantly tearing apart the golden glow of the top spot on the Heavenly Ranking.

Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes:

Ning Jiasheng had long black hair, which faded visibly from its ink-black color to flowing silver-white moonlight.

The pupils of those clear brown pupils suddenly shrank and fissioned, turning into cold and sharp golden vertical pupils.

In his vertical pupils burned the majesty of a top predator and the raging rage of being forcibly exposed.

Beneath the fair skin, fine, interwoven red demonic patterns faintly emerged.

The unique demonic power fluctuations belonging to the Nine-Section Wolf Clan, mixed with her unyielding sword intent and formation essence, formed a contradictory and powerful storm that swept across the entire venue.

“Demon... demonic aura!”

"This aura... belongs to the Nine-Section Wolf Clan."

"The disciple of Immortal Qinglian... the proud disciple of the Xuanling Sect... is actually from the demon race?!"

“Oh my God! This… this…”

The whole audience was in dead silence!

There was dead silence, with only heavy, suppressed breathing as the only sound.

All the doubts, anger, and previous identity disputes turned into pure horror, fear, rejection, and a huge sense of absurdity in the face of this ironclad fact!

Immortal Master Mengze stood on a high place, his black robe fluttering, as if looking down at the rare and exotic animals in the trap.

The false "doubt" and "anger" on his face had long since disappeared, leaving only the coldness of control over everything and a hint of cruel appreciation.

"Half-demon body, carrying nine wolf bloodlines, lurking in the immortal sect, deceiving his teachers, and stealing the top spot on the Heavenly Ranking..."

His voice, like the death knell of the final judgment, resounded in the silent square:

"Ning Jiasheng, what else do you have to say?"

The sharp blade of power and intrigue finally revealed its most deadly edge at this moment.

The internal strife of the Xuanling Sect and the blood secret that Ning Jiasheng carried were exposed to the public in the most cruel and shocking way.

Ning Jiasheng's silver hair moved without wind, and icy flames burned in his golden vertical pupils.

She endured the pressure from the Immortal Lord that was enough to crush her Nascent Soul and the cold gazes that were condemned by thousands of people. With great difficulty, she straightened her spine little by little.

She knew that the most difficult time had just begun. But her eyes showed no sign of retreat, only icy determination.