Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

In the ensuing silence, Ning Yange stepped forward, wanting to persuade her father to give up.

Anyway, she didn't suffer any loss.

Zhu Yiran grabbed her hand and shook her head. Others might not know, but she did.

Fu Baiwen did more than just imprison.

She mouthed softly: Listen to them.

Ning Buwei paused for a moment, his gaze sharp as he looked at the three people blocking his way: "What if I don't agree?"

A clap of thunder sounded in the sky, and dark clouds spread across the sky.

The light raindrops fell from the sky, pattering softly.

The elder on the right said, word by word, "Sect Leader Ning, don't act rashly; prioritize the greater good."

"The Green Mountain Sect still needs you."

The threat has reached the sects you care about.

Ning Buwei's expression calmed down; the threat had come, which meant he had made the right move.

"We can call it quits here, but you all have to fight me. If you win, it's up to you."

If you lose, you won't have the face to propose an agreement.

After all, in this world, the weak always have to take a step back.

The white-haired sect leader, the only half-step Grandmaster among the three, asked in bewilderment, "Why bother?"

Ning Buwei alone is clearly no match for the three of them.

Even if you include his youngest daughter, it's still not possible.

Ning Buwei: "In this world, there are things one should do and things one should not do."

"My daughter was hurt, and it's only right that I seek justice for her."

"If I have to back down now, it can only be because I'm not strong enough."

Besides, as a father, he had no reason to back down.

The white-haired sect leader paused for a moment, then nodded to the other two. Ning Buwei, being stubborn, had no choice but to agree.

The four of them leaped away and began to fight.

Seeing this, Fu En grabbed Fu Baiwen's arm and tried to take him away, but Qingshan Sect elders He Xi and Diao Yikou stepped forward.

They blocked Fu En's path, one on the left and one on the right.

Fu En's face turned ashen. He hadn't expected that a seventh-rank and an eighth-rank official would both dare to block his path.

"Get out of the way."

He exuded murderous intent and wanted to take lives at any moment.

He Xi: "You may leave only after my sect leader gives the order."

Diao nodded, indicating that he meant the same thing.

As Fu En prepared to make a move, the disciples of the Green Mountain Sect stepped forward one by one, their faces grim.

The anger of those present was growing as their own people suffered a loss and were forced to swallow it.

But these villains actually wanted to go even further.

This is intolerable.

Ning Wange, Luo Ning, and the other three participating disciples were positioned in the first row behind the elders.

His eyes also held murderous intent as he looked at the man in black.

Fu En looked at these people he usually disregarded with a toothache; they were all elites from the Zixia Tower whom he had brought.

Now only a third remains. If it's all gone, he won't be able to explain it.

He slowly lowered his arm, closed his eyes, carried Fu Baiwen on his back, and waited for the result.

Raindrops fell around Ning Qi, and she opened her eyes to watch them fall.

Drop by drop, it falls.

The internal energy within her body was rapidly transforming, and the raindrops disappeared immediately before they even touched her.

Jiang Yubai calmly watched this scene without taking a step back, just like the other disciples present.

He let the raindrops hit him without trying to avoid them.

However, his desire to learn about poisons skyrocketed. Medical skills can save lives, but poison skills can protect people.

Ning fought against three people for half an hour without making a mistake.

He was knocked down by the white-haired sect leader's palm strike.

Ning Buwei landed, clenched his fist, wanting to continue, when another guest arrived outside the door.

The guest was dressed in an oilcloth, with an umbrella over his head, and was followed by more than fifty guards dressed in brown robes.

He approached, his voice booming, "What a commotion! What's going on?"

Prince Cheng's gaze swept over everyone present, only lingering on Fu En and the man in black for a second longer.

With constant conflicts between the imperial court and the martial arts world, he was naturally there to watch the spectacle.

It was just too timely.

The three white-haired sect leaders stopped fighting and stood with Ning Buwei. Elder Cao, a subordinate of the host and Alliance Leader Xie, offered his greetings.

Elder Cao cupped his hands and stepped forward: "Why is Prince Cheng out for a stroll in the rain?"

Prince Cheng, around forty years old, was a seventh-rank martial artist in the royal family, with a refined and scholarly appearance.

"Haha, I heard the city was really lively today. I love excitement, so I couldn't resist."

Come see your jokes.

Elder Cao's expression remained unchanged: "It is truly our good fortune that such a trivial matter has caught the eye of the knowledgeable Prince Cheng."

Has your royal family never snatched anyone?

There have been cases of fathers stealing their sons' wives, and brothers stealing their brothers' wives. In terms of liveliness, your family is truly the most lively.

Prince Cheng seemed annoyed that he had been told the truth: "The martial arts tournament is about to begin, and I hope everything will go smoothly."

He made a threat and then turned and left.

Elder Cao's gaze flashed over Fu En, thinking it was impossible; how could Fu En possibly be related to Prince Cheng?

"Sect Leader Ning, this is the end of it."

This isn't a discussion, it's a notification.

We can't afford to lose face any longer.

Fu En breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: fortunes change every three years.

The Green Mountain Sect will see what happens to them.

Sooner or later, he will avenge himself for what he has done today, for his son and for his own humiliation.

"Aren't you getting up?" Fu En snapped at He Xi.

He Xi looked at Ning Buwei.

Ning Buwei paused for a moment, one hand behind his back, his clenched fist bleeding, and then he waved his hand.

His voice was hoarse: "Let them go."

As Fu Engang stepped out of the encirclement, Ning Buwei looked at Elder Cao and said, "According to the rules of the martial world, I'm sure the Alliance Leader won't stop us."

He who kills will always be killed.

Fu Baiwen imprisoned his daughter, but now he's letting him go. However, the matter isn't over yet.

Elder Cao: "That's a matter between your two families."

As long as you're not in Ancheng and it's not during the martial arts tournament, it doesn't matter.

If someone can't win, just give them money and let their leader uphold justice.

Fu En turned back to Ning Buwei and gave him a fake smile: "I'm waiting for Sect Leader Ning's big move."

The matter was about to end, and the rain was getting heavier, turning the small raindrops into large raindrops the size of a thumb.

Fu En had just taken a step when a voice came from behind him.

"Wait a moment."

Those who were leaving, the Green Mountain Sect, Zhu Yiran, Ning Wange, and Ning Buwei, looked back, and the fluctuations on Ning Qi's body had already vanished.

She's a master.

Everyone froze, staring at her in disbelief.

A ten-year-old master?

Ning Qi knew that she was not a Grandmaster, but a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

She took the information transmitted to her by the cultivation technique in her mind as the golden finger that Zhu Yiran had mentioned as the chosen one.

She took nine steps forward, then looked at Elder Cao and the other two: "Do you wish to fight me?"

The three men turned pale and took a step back.

Fighting a grandmaster? They don't want to die.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to run, Fu En ordered his men, "Stop her."

As long as the father and son escape, there will be a future.

With a wave of her hand, Ning Qi's internal energy surged, knocking all the men in black to the ground. Without pausing, she charged straight at Fu En and his son.

In an instant, they arrived behind them.

Two small hands, yet they possess the weight of a mountain.

With a push, Fu En and Fu Baiwen were sent back into the courtyard, both spitting out blood and fainting.

Elder Cao and the other two watched, but dared not speak.

Ning Qi: "Elder Diao, begin the interrogation of their crimes."

She wants to occupy the moral high ground.