Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

The news that the sect leader's youngest daughter, Ning Qi, had become a fourth-rank martial artist spread like wildfire.

After Elder Han confirmed the news, ten teacups and two celadon vases were smashed in his home.

Upon hearing this, the elder of the Personnel Hall subconsciously felt worried for Chen Qing.

Among Ning's several protégés, he favored Chen Qing the most and was a strong supporter of Chen Qing's rise to power.

An eight-year-old fourth-rank martial artist?

How could this not inspire fear!

There is no shortage of conflict within sects; unless there is no mutual benefit, conflict is inevitable.

Chen Qing and his supporters were astonished, fearful, and bewildered.

The neutral members of the sect and Ning Buwei's confidants were genuinely pleased.

"Come, come, we're all family, don't be shy." Ning Buwei and Jiang Yubai had already prepared a feast to celebrate.

The two of them happily entertained them.

Chen Qing and the others all stayed behind.

Each person had their own table. Jiang Yubai and Ning Buwei sat at the head of the table, while Chen Qing and Ning Qi sat below them.

After Chen Qing, Han Yu sat next to Ning Qi, then Ning Wange sat next to Ning Qi. After that, Jiang Xue sat next to Han Yu, and Ning Fang sat behind Ning Wange.

Ning Buwei raised his glass happily: "Today we celebrate for Aqi."

"First, let's celebrate her advancement to the fourth-rank martial artist level, a second-rate expert."

"Secondly, congratulations to her for making it into the top ten of the competition."

Jiang Yubai also picked up the wine glass in front of her, but instead of rice wine, her glass contained fruit wine.

"I hope Aqi will continue his efforts and strive to participate in the martial arts tournament two years from now."

The Martial Arts Tournament is a grand event for all major sects, held once every ten years, and only martial artists of the fourth rank or above and under sixty years of age can participate.

Each sect can send five people to participate.

Ning Qi tilted her head slightly, her face beaming, and said, "Yes, I will definitely work hard and get a ranking."

In two years, she will definitely be even more amazing and will be able to represent the Green Mountain Sect.

She nodded and drank the grape juice in her glass in one gulp.

Ning Buwei, Jiang Yubai, and the others also downed their drinks in one gulp.

Jiang Xue didn't put down her wine glass, a hint of surprise in her eyes, as she looked at Jiang Yubai: "Master's wife, do you want Junior Sister to participate in the martial arts tournament two years from now?"

Jiang Yubai: "Yes."

"But she's...too young."

"It's okay, I'm just giving it a try."

Jiang Xue's left hand under the table was clenched into a fist, and she could hardly maintain her composure.

He tried to persuade her, "Master's wife, the sect can send a total of five people. Junior sister is too young, so why not wait for the next session?"

Jiang Yubai looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, his tone calm yet firm: "Young people need to try more things."

"And Aqi might not even be able to go," she said modestly.

Jiang Xue couldn't say anything more; he couldn't convince his master's wife, so he looked at his master.

Ning Buwei smiled slightly: "I have received information that the martial arts tournament two years from now will be officiated by the alliance leader and a prince of the imperial court."

"At that time, all the martial artists with a reputation will go there."

He gave Jiang Xue a special look, then looked at his other disciples: "You all had better participate in the sect's selection process as well."

The news that Jiang Xue had finally obtained was announced directly by Ning Buwei, leaving him frozen in his seat like an ice sculpture.

Han Yu snorted coldly and rolled his eyes at him mockingly.

Ning Fang glanced at Jiang Xue again, thinking: Jiang Xue isn't interested in becoming the sect leader, so why would she do something so unnecessary?

He looked at the people present, then glanced at Ning Qi.

"A new ranking has been added: the person who breaks through to the fifth rank the fastest will receive the weapon, the Heaven-Asking Sword."

Ning did not want to reveal the information he knew.

The Heavenly Question Sword, the sword of the previous generation's grandmaster, is said to have been used by its owner to fight three grandmasters without being at a disadvantage.

Ning Fang put down his wine glass and glanced at Jiang Xue.

Han Yu looked at Ning Qi: "Junior Sister, keep it up! Try to break through before the Martial Arts Tournament."

"As far as I know, the current record for a fifth-grade martial artist breaking through is seventeen years old."

Jiang Xue's body stiffened again, his mind oscillating between whether Ning Qi could break through to the fifth rank of martial artist within two years.

In just three breaths.

Jiang Xue looked at Ning Buwei: "Master, I want the Heaven-Asking Sword."

His enemy is now an eighth-rank martial artist, while he is a fifth-rank one. If he can get help from the Heaven-Asking Sword, he will achieve twice the result with half the effort.

The time required for revenge has been greatly shortened.

Ning Buwei: "..."

The rest of the group: "......."

That's so direct!

Ning Buwei smiled helplessly: "I can't make that decision." The Heaven-Asking Sword wasn't in his hands.

As for the other meaning, he hoped Jiang Xue wouldn't speak.

But things rarely go as planned.

"Master, as long as my junior sister doesn't participate, I will definitely be able to get it." Jiang Xue was still the same as when she was young.

He said what he wanted without any hesitation.

Han Yu sometimes admired him, wondering how he could treat himself as the center of the world.

Ning Buwei: "..."

Ning Qi: "..."

The first to speak was not either of them, but Ning Wange.

She looked at Jiang Xue with a troubled expression: "Fifth Junior Brother, do you know what you're saying?"

Over the years, there has been no progress whatsoever.

But how did he break through?

Jiang Xue looked at her with a puzzled expression, as if to say, "What are you talking about?"

Ning Buwei was genuinely surprised that Lao Wu dared to say such a thing, not to mention that his relationship with A Qi was so ordinary that it was practically nonexistent.

Speaking for myself, as the sect leader and the master, I have never taken it for granted that my disciples are not allowed to compete for the position of sect leader.

"Whether she participates or not is her own business; I can't make that decision for her," Ning Buwei refused on the spot.

Jiang Xue looked at Ning Qi.

Ning Qi: "I will definitely participate." She would not back down for anyone else.

Jiang Xue remained silent for a moment, then lowered her head and said nothing more.

Ning Fang was facing him directly and happened to see a hint of anger and a determined coldness in his eyes.

He lowered his head and continued eating the food in front of him.

Each person had a different meal in front of them, which was specially prepared by the master's wife for each person.

Ning Fang took a bite of braised pork, and it tasted just like always.

But the person who was supposed to eat it grew up.

Ning Fang worked diligently for ten years without ever slacking off. He was not particularly talented, but he was excellent at gathering intelligence.

They sold a lot, and used the money they earned to buy resources.

Yet some people can effortlessly reach the level that he achieved through countless hardships.

How to prevent people from feeling jealous or resentful!

Ning Qi only cares about those who are happy for her; as for the rest, well, they're not important.

In a competition of ten people, she drew a third-rank martial artist, who was her senior sister who was two years her senior.

However, the gap between the fourth and third ranks is indeed real.

Ning Qi found the strengths of her moves, learned from them, and taught her a few moves as compensation.

He slapped her.

Victory!

Of the last four, one was a second-rank martial artist and the other three were third-rank martial artists.

Ning Qi naturally took first place.

When the award was presented to the first place winner, Ning Buwei, as the sect leader, was naturally present, and Jiang Yubai also put down what he was doing and came to the scene.

As for Ning Wange, she was present at every performance.

Ning Qi waved her hand under the watchful eyes of her family.