Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

Because of Zhu Yiran's words, Ning Buwei decided to bring Aqi to work for a few days.

Let people know that he has high hopes for Ning Qi.

The fact that an outsider knew he was going to pass the Green Mountain Sect on to his disciples shocked and horrified Ning Buwei.

He needs to reverse his previous mistakes.

The next morning, Ning Qi accompanied Ning Buwei from his home to the courtyard where the sect leader handled official business.

One in front and one behind, Ning Qi looked around curiously.

She only came a few times, and each time it was a hurried visit.

"Sect Leader, what's going on...?" Elder Han happened to run into them and asked instinctively.

Ning Buwei said in a normal tone, "This child usually likes to practice martial arts, but he's been having a lot of problems lately. Perhaps he's finally figured it out."

"But I don't have much time, so I can only bring her here and answer her when I have a spare moment."

As he spoke, more people came over, all nodding in understanding.

Ning Buwei waved to Ning Qi and introduced her to the top members of the Green Mountain Sect one by one.

"Your elders are all talented individuals, and they are all people you should learn from in the future."

"Rather not do" seems to be a casual remark expressing expectations for the child's future.

The person being introduced was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said words of praise to Ning Qi.

Elder Han suppressed his anger, said a few polite words, and then left.

"What do you mean? What does he mean by not wanting to do it?" He slammed his hand on the table at home.

They change their minds so easily, without even considering others?

Han Yu frowned, but he remained composed: "Dad, this is normal."

While the traditional lineage in martial arts sects is master-disciple, there are also quite a few father-son relationships.

Fathers and daughters are extremely rare.

"Don't be so arrogant. Ning Qi is just a five-year-old toddler. Even if Master wants her to rise to a higher position, she can't win people's hearts if she's not strong enough."

"I'm twelve years older than her, don't worry, Dad."

Han Yu had long set his sights on becoming the sect leader, and no one could stop him.

"You seem quite confident." Elder Han sat on the smooth purple chair and gave Han Yu a deep look.

I just felt that he was still young and didn't understand the adult world.

Han Yu laughed and said, "Father, Master is talented, but Third Junior Sister's talent is clearly lacking."

"Even if Ning Qi can completely inherit his master's skills, at most he can only be on par with me."

At that time, the older people started to take advantage of the situation.

"Father, my opponents are still Chen Qing and Ning Fang." Originally, it was only Chen Qing, but who knows what kind of tricks Ning Fang used.

He actually reached the fourth rank.

We're not far from reaching the fifth rank.

Han Yu felt that his father was old and that's why he was afraid of this and that, but he was young and had no fear.

However, now that he knows this news, he should also share it with his good senior and junior brothers.

Chen Qingning, Fang, and Jiang Xue all knew about it; none of them were left out.

What a touching bond between fellow disciples!

Zhu Yiran sighed in Ning Wange's ear, saying that she had sent people to keep an eye on Han Yu's movements long ago.

And here she is, caught red-handed.

Ning Wange remained calm, saying, "Second Senior Brother has always been like this." He loves to share bad news with others.

"What do you think Chen Qing and the other two will do?"

Ning Wange shook her head: "No."

"The eldest brother is a smart man; it's just a rumor, but he'll work even harder."

"Fourth Junior Brother has always been the most cautious person, and he would never do that; Fifth Junior Brother only has his family feud on his mind."

After analyzing her fellow disciples, Ning Wange turned her scrutinizing gaze to Zhu Yiran.

"This is your first time visiting my home, how do you know so much about them?"

Zhu Yiran: "..."

She instinctively said, "...I'm a good person."

Her mind raced, and she came up with a reason. She was clever.

Fortunately, Ning Wange did not ask any further questions.

Zhu Yiran didn't want to stay any longer either; otherwise, even her intelligence wouldn't save her, as she knew the characters in her book too well.

Ning Wange saw her off, knowing that everyone has their own secrets.

Asking questions in moderation is good for both parties.

"Good, good, Aqi is really amazing."

Time flies, and three years have slipped through our fingers.

Nineteen-year-old Ning Wange was applauding and cheering for her eight-year-old sister Ning Qi from below the martial arts stage.

Ning Qi stood on the stage, while her opponent lay down, unable to get up.

The elder referee was calling out, "...two, one."

Before the fallen man could get up, it was announced: "The winner is Ning Qi."

"They can compete for a place in the top ten."

The crowd below the stage began to cheer.

"Sister Ning, Sister Ning." This is a disciple who entered the Green Mountain Sect in the same year as Ning Qi.

"As expected of the sect leader's child, she's really amazing. She's only been a disciple for a year."

"That's right. I heard she was a third-rank martial artist, and I couldn't believe it. But I never expected she's a fourth-rank now."

To be promoted to the fourth rank in a year is like something out of a storybook.

Ning Qi jumped off the fighting platform, first said a few words to her peers, and then came to Ning Yuange's side.

He looked like he was asking for praise.

The Green Mountain Sect Martial Arts Competition is a large-scale event held every three years, limited to new disciples and outer disciples.

New disciples refer to anyone who joins the Green Mountain Sect within the past three years.

The disciples of the Green Mountain Sect can be divided into three types: outer disciples, inner disciples, and personal disciples.

For those outside the sect who wish to join the inner sect, the grand competition held every three years is their opportunity. As long as they rank in the top ten, they can join the inner sect.

Ning Qi, in just one year, had already qualified as an inner disciple.

Although she didn't need it, her strength was exceptionally flamboyant.

Ning Yange gave a thumbs up without hesitation: "Aqi is really amazing. Even our father is not as good as you."

She praised everything from the techniques to the mindset.

Ning Qi's lips curled up, her eyes crinkled, and her smile was impossible to hide.

Chen Qing and the others also came to cheer for Ning Qi, after all, they were Ning Buwei's direct disciples.

The group had just met up.

Jiang Xue stared coldly at Ning Qi: "Aren't you a third-rank official?"

A third-rank martial artist is completely different from a fourth-rank one; it's a real step up.

He, Jiang Xue, a seventeen-year-old fifth-rank martial artist, was considered a top-tier talent by everyone, even surpassing Chen Qing.

Now, an eight-year-old child is a fourth-rank martial artist; his talent is so remarkable it's almost a joke.

Ning Qi didn't seem to care and said casually, "It was Rank 3, who knew it would break through again so suddenly."

She said that breaking through from the third rank to the fourth rank was as easy as eating a meal.

However, half of all martial artists never break through to the next level in their entire lives.

Ning Guage recalled a word Zhu Yiran had mentioned—Versailles.

Jiang Xue's already cold face grew even colder.

However, his expression had nothing to do with Ning Qi.

Chen Qing looked at Ning Qi with a complex expression and a hint of restlessness in his eyes. He took a deep breath and said, "Congratulations, Junior Sister."

Yes, Ning Qi was also taken in by her father as his personal disciple.

Ning Qi smiled modestly: "I've only made it into the top ten; there's still room for improvement."

In contrast to her smile, Han Yu's smile was unmistakably fake.

Han Yu's expression darkened after Ning Qi displayed her fourth-grade martial arts cultivation.

"Congratulations," he said through gritted teeth.

Ning Qi said politely, "Thank you, Second Senior Brother."

Ning Fang also congratulated him, which Ning Qi accepted calmly.

Ning Yuange noticed that the eyes of her senior and junior brothers had changed, becoming sharp, cautious, and respectful.

They began to see Aqi as a formidable opponent.

Ning Qi: Opponent? No, I have no opponent!