Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

Green Mountain Sect.

Training ground.

It is about the size of a football field.

The leader was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with gentle and refined features. He wore a green robe and held a long sword in his hand, which he was swinging and sheathing.

Behind him stood five disciples, all dressed in green robes with silver belts around their waists. The oldest was thirteen or fourteen, and the youngest was seven or eight.

They each held a wooden sword and followed their master's movements up, down, left, and right.

Behind the five people were rows of disciples, all around ten years old, dressed in green robes with black belts around their waists.

The sounds of practicing martial arts, "Hey-ha, hey-ha," rang out.

By the time the sun rose, it was 7:30.

A woman, about thirty years old, with a pretty face, entered through the door, carrying a black rice bucket in her hand.

She struck the gong and drum beside the door and announced to the crowd, "It's time for breakfast."

The head of the sect, Ning Buwei, waved his hand, signaling the end of the morning lessons.

The only little girl behind him ran toward her mother. She was about ten years old, but she held her mother's arm with a look of dependence on her.

"Mom, what delicious food did you bring me?"

As she spoke, drool dripped from her mouth, and her face was flushed, but it couldn't hide her good looks.

With a pair of clear, doe-like eyes, a high nose bridge, fair skin, and delicate features, he resembled a child attendant before a Bodhisattva.

The woman touched her daughter's back; there wasn't a speck of sweat on it. She said honestly, "You've been slacking off again, Ning Wange."

Ning Yuange looked at her mother with a pair of loving eyes.

Jiang Yubai shook his head and smiled helplessly, then led his daughter into the front room.

She shared the pastries she brought with her daughter, husband, and four children.

Chen Qinggong, the eldest of the four children, thanked them with a smile: "I knew my master's wife cared about us."

As he spoke, he handed the first pastry to Ning Yige.

"Junior sister, here you go."

At thirteen, Chen Qing already possessed the bearing of a young man, and with her bright eyes and sharp eyebrows, her smiling face was hard to resist.

Ning Yange accepted it and thanked her with a smile.

Second in line, eleven-year-old Han Yu pouted and complained to his eldest brother, "Eldest brother loves to take care of third junior sister the most."

"I don't have any yet." The junior sister already had two pieces in her hand.

Ning Buwei simply handed him a piece: "Here you go."

Han Yu immediately accepted it, and said smugly to Chen Qing, "My master gave it to me." The others didn't receive any.

The other two younger ones were only focused on eating and didn't pay any attention to the second brother's performance.

Chen Qing picked up another piece without a care, while Ning Wange leaned on her mother's shoulder and ate with relish, bite by bite.

After resting for a while after the meal, when it was time to continue practicing, Ning Wange had already run away.

Ning Buwei had no choice but to give birth to a child who didn't like martial arts.

Seeing that his master was still gazing in the direction his junior sister had left, Chen Qing said considerately, "From now on, I will protect my junior sister."

He should just focus on his cultivation; his junior sister can do whatever she wants.

Ning Buwei was secretly pleased, but his expression remained as serious as ever: "Go practice."

"Yes."

That evening, after returning home, Ning Buwei was still talking about his eldest disciple: "Aqing is very considerate. I think it was the right thing to do to entrust the elegy to him."

The candlelight was still burning inside the room, illuminating half of Jiang Yubai's face while casting the other half in shadow.

"...Even if you sing a lament, you still won't practice martial arts?"

Ning Buwei shook his head: "No, that girl is always slacking off."

It's the fault of that couple; they spoiled the child.

"Ah Qing has good talent. I think he will definitely reach the Grandmaster level in the future."

Those who practice martial arts are classified as third-rate martial artists (those below the third rank), second-rate martial artists (those between the fourth and sixth ranks), and first-rate martial artists (those between the seventh and ninth ranks).

Above the ninth rank is the Grandmaster.

Jiang Yubai looked slightly surprised: "Grandmaster?" You should know that the number of Grandmasters is no more than the top one.

But Ning is always cautious and dislikes boasting.

"Yes." There was a hint of pride in his expression: "Aqing will definitely be able to carry forward the Green Mountain Sect."

Jiang Yubai smiled and said, "A Grandmaster must be powerful."

"So, our family's elegiac song is a blessing."

The couple spoke softly, the candles burned out, and the room grew dark.

The next day.

Jiang Yubai pulled his daughter over from the back of the mountain, his gaze unusually serious.

"Are you really not going to practice martial arts?"

"Mom, I don't want to go, it's too tiring," Ning Yange said coquettishly.

Practicing martial arts leaves you covered in sweat and exhausted.

Picking flowers and playing around is so much fun!

Jiang Yubai looked at his daughter's increasingly outstanding face and asked, "What will you do if you encounter danger in the future?"

Ning Yange answered without hesitation, "I have you, my father, and my senior brother to protect me."

Because she was the only girl, both her senior and junior brothers said they would protect her when they grew up.

"Mother, I really don't want to practice, it's so tiring." Ning Yuge leaned on Jiang Yubai's shoulder, unwilling to do something she didn't want to do.

Jiang Yubai could only pat his daughter's head; he couldn't very well push her too hard.

But she also has her bottom line.

"No one is allowed to miss morning exercise."

Ning Yange smiled and said, "Okay, I knew Mother loved me the most."

She said a few more kind words, then skipped away humming a cheerful tune.

Jiang Yubai looked at his daughter, who was like a child, and sighed.

"Madam, why are you sighing? Wan Ge has always been filial." Behind her was a woman in her forties with an ordinary face, dressed in gray clothes.

Jiang Yubai: "He is filial, but he's already ten years old and still acts like a child."

"With you and the sect leader here, and Ah Qing and the others, Elegy will grow up slowly." The woman didn't seem to care.

Jiang Yubai thought about it and realized that she had been too anxious.

A few days later, when I went to deliver the pastries again, I observed Chen Qing more closely and found that he was indeed affectionate and righteous towards the elegy.

That's good, at least Wan Ge has someone to protect her, that puts her mind at ease.

Half a month later, without her mother's supervision, Ning Wange was happier every day than the last.

She even went to the neighboring Zhu family's house to visit them.

The master of the Zhu family naturally has the surname Zhu, and the Zhu family has established themselves in the martial arts world and the imperial court by being skilled in mechanisms and hidden weapons.

"Sister Zhu, I'm so happy! My mother has finally come to her senses and stopped forcing me to practice martial arts."

The boy sitting next to Ning Yuge was eleven years old, with a long face, phoenix eyes, and was half a head taller than Ning Yuge.

"Why don't you like practicing martial arts? You can protect yourself after you have internal energy." Zhu Yiran looked at Ning Wange with a complicated expression in her eyes.

The female protagonist in her novels is an innocent, kind-hearted woman who is the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world despite only having rudimentary martial arts skills.

When she was writing, Zhu Yiran didn't think much of internal energy, but after transmigrating into the story, she found it really good.

It's good to have power.

Ning Yange shook her head and laughed, "Why are you saying the same things as my mother?"

Zhu Yiran: "..."

I'm practically your mother too.

"My mother, my father, my fellow disciples will all protect me, so don't worry."

Ning Yuange said a few words, then looked at the hill behind the courtyard: "I want to go play on the hill behind your house, take me with you."

With those doe-like eyes, looking at you as if you were a god, Zhu Yiran couldn't resist.

We can only try to persuade them later.

"Mom, Mom, look what I brought you!" Ning Yuange happily ran into her parents' courtyard with a basket in her hand.

She opened the oil packet in the basket, and inside was a fragrant roast chicken.

"Mother, I..." brought this for you.

Jiang Yubai clutched his stomach, dry heaving as he walked towards the door.

Ning Wange: "..."

She looked down and sniffed the roast chicken; it didn't smell bad at all!