Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

Ning Qi went to Zixia Tower and brought back some things, which she then had Qingshan send people out.

Naked evil is delivered to the most vulnerable.

The assassins of Zixia Tower mostly come from ordinary families.

Slightly wealthier families have guards, but for convenience, it's naturally easier for children from ordinary families to be taken away.

Ancheng became noisy.

"Aqi, thank you for coming to see me, Alliance Leader." Ning Wange returned from Fu Baiwen's place looking very energetic.

He brought his sister a message from the gatekeeper.

Ning Qi: "Understood, sister."

Xie Yan, the leader of the alliance, sat opposite Ning Qi. He glanced at the tea that was served but did not drink it.

"Niece Ning, can we leave the matter of Zixia Tower here?"

He reminded them, "Tomorrow is the martial arts tournament." No one in the martial arts world wants to lose face in front of the imperial court.

Ning Qi glanced at Xie Yan casually: "It's true, and I've found out that Zixia Tower is backed by the imperial court."

Upon hearing the words "Imperial Court," Xie Yan's expression immediately changed.

Not only him, but many people in the martial arts world have used Zixia Tower for their services.

Wouldn't that mean their weaknesses would fall into the hands of the imperial court?

"Does it really need to end here?"

Xie Yan straightened her clothes and stood up: "No need." He shouldn't be the one in the most hurry.

He had no doubt about Ning Qi's words.

Because a master disdains lying.

They were all high-ranking figures.

As Xie Yan reached the threshold, a crucial question came to mind: "Will you participate in the competition?"

Ning Qi retorted, "What makes me unqualified?"

Of course she would participate.

I want to be famous!

How can the leader of the martial arts alliance not have a reputation?

Xie Yan replied that she was qualified to go out, but her back was slightly sunken.

His plan for Xie Wuxin to succeed as leader of the alliance is likely to be interrupted.

"Father, I won't agree." Xie Wuxin immediately refused upon hearing his father's words.

The position of martial arts alliance leader was considered to be his for the taking from a young age.

I have absolutely no intention of giving it to anyone else.

Xie Yan: "She's a Grandmaster, and you're an eighth-rank martial artist."

"I will also reach the Grandmaster level in the future," Xie Wuxin argued, adding that all he needed was for his father to hold the position of Alliance Leader for a few more years.

Wait for him.

A hint of relief flashed in Xie Yan's eyes: "Hmph, you'd better go and cultivate."

"Otherwise, this position of alliance leader will belong to someone else sooner or later."

He wanted to use Ning Qi to motivate Xie Wuxin to improve himself.

Xie Wuxin is talented, but lacks ambition. As his father, he naturally wants to help him.

As evening approached, the sun set.

A brand new day dawned, the sun rose again, and the martial arts tournament began.

Prince Cheng frequently glanced at Ning Qi's location, thinking that the grandmaster sent by his imperial brother had already arrived.

Fu En should be able to be rescued soon.

The leader of the martial arts alliance spoke first, followed by Prince Cheng, and then they finished speaking.

The martial arts tournament has officially begun.

There are 32 sects participating in the martial arts world, with 5 people in each sect, for a total of 160 people.

Including the thirty non-affiliated individuals, the total number is one hundred and ninety.

There are ten arenas in total, and twenty people compete at a time.

Ning Qi was lucky. On her first appearance, she nodded to her fellow students and flew away.

He made no attempt to conceal his masterly aura.

The person fighting against her: "..."

She subconsciously looked at the sect leader on the stage. "I am a fifth-rank martial artist."

The Qingfeng Sect leader on the stage closed his eyes, refusing to look at his disciples.

"Hello, Master Ning, I've long admired your name." She really wanted to meet you, but she never expected to see you on the dueling platform.

Ning Qi nodded slightly.

Lu Ai, who received the response, was speechless.

He spoke much more fluently: "Please give me your guidance, and please go easy on me."

She was afraid that Master Ning might accidentally kill her.

Life is so beautiful, she still wants to live.

Ning Qi responded again, and the two began to fight. After the first move, Lu Ai smiled and expressed her gratitude.

As expected of a master, he didn't expect to be defeated in just one round.

感恩的心。

After about ten moves, Lu Ai was sent away, but she looked radiant; she had received some guidance.

The people on stage all looked at Ning Qi, thinking that the rumors were unbelievable and that she was such a good person!

Some clever people glanced at Alliance Leader Xie with a hint of disdain, thinking, "What a petty person."

Lu Ai wasn't the first; Ning Qi's reputation soared.

As the sun rose to the center, the disciples of the Green Mountain Sect, who were guarding their home, also rushed over.

After crying and recounting being beaten unconscious, Fu En and his son Fu Baiwen were rescued.

Ning, in a fit of rage, swore to the heavens that he would find the person.

The other sect leaders: "..." They hadn't caught up yet.

But when someone slaps the faces of the upright, it's also a slap in their own faces, and they all extend a helping hand, saying they want to help.

On the other side, Ning Qi also adopted a humiliating posture, as if a grandmaster had been slapped in the face.

Only her.

Even when it's just acting, Ning Qi gets angry.

She abandoned the competition and went straight back to find someone. Many of those who had received her help, seeing this, also clamored to follow her.

When young people are full of vigor and passion, once they are encouraged by others, they are unstoppable.

Luo Ning changed his voice, stirring up the crowd's anger, and followed behind, guiding the atmosphere.

Ning Qi used the scent left by Fu En to find people, and she was able to find them accurately every time.

—At Xie Mengzhu's home.

She saw the old man who had robbed her; he had white hair, no beard, and a hunched back, and he was dressed in eunuch clothing.

Ning Qi's eyes widened: "You're the emperor's man."

He suddenly realized and looked at Fu En: "Fu En is also one of the emperor's men. Zixia Tower was founded by the emperor."

Then, filled with rage, he exclaimed, "Alliance Leader Xie actually colluded with the imperial court!"

After saying those three sentences, without giving anyone a chance to explain, she headed towards the white-haired master.

Seeing this, Luo Ning loudly discussed how Xie, the leader of the alliance, had betrayed the martial arts world and was unworthy of being the leader.

Xie Wuxin looked at the person who barged into his house, constantly mentioning his father, and he couldn't help but take action.

"My father neither betrayed the martial arts world nor sided with the imperial court."

"Don't talk nonsense."

But no matter how loud his voice was, it couldn't be washed away.

So many people witnessed it with their own eyes, it can't be fake.

The leader of the alliance and the people who broke in got into a fight.

Ning Qi drew her sword and asked considerately, "Any last words?" This was a master like herself, and she was willing to give him face.

But this was not the face the white-haired master wanted.

He has been famous for a long time, and to be treated like this by a junior is unacceptable, even for a genius.

There are plenty of geniuses who die halfway up a mountain.

But this time, he miscalculated.

Ning Qi drew his sword and thrust it at the man. It was an ordinary rapier, something even a child could do.

But the white-haired grandmaster could only watch helplessly as the sword pierced through his chest.

He couldn't dodge it.

The white-haired master acted decisively, crushing the sword in his chest and pressing several acupoints on his body to stop the bleeding.

He glanced at Ning Qi in fear, wanting to fly away.

Ning Qi, of course, wouldn't do as he wished. She floated lightly in front of him and struck him with another palm.

One kick.

The white-haired grandmaster coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

The next second, Ning Qi was beside him again and ended his life.

A grandmaster died in less than a quarter of an hour at the hands of a newly advanced grandmaster.

It is frightening.

When Xie and the others arrived, a new martial arts alliance leader had already been chosen.