All beasts submit, and the peerless imperial princess is about to defy the heavens!

Just how much does Song Jiaoran dislike Jian?

She had nine swords, yet not one of them was willing to be stained with her blood.

She was speechless, but since they weren't cooperating, she didn't want to make things difficult for them.

Seeing this, Song Jiaoran laughed.

"Feng Ning, you see? You're a useless piece of trash. Even your sword won't obey you. You're nothing but a piece of trash who crawled out of the mud! How dare you aspire to the bright moon in the sky!"

Upon hearing her words, Feng Ning's smile deepened, but the murderous intent in her eyes had already seeped out.

She smiled faintly, with a hint of eeriness.

Feng Ning lightly raised her finger, a strand of black hair dancing on her fingertip.

She looked at Song Jiaoran with a playful expression, "Sorry, I may have to disappoint you. It's just that your blood is too dirty. Even my sword finds it disgusting, so I'll have to trouble myself to do it myself."

Song Jiaoran turned pale with fright when she saw the black smoke in her hand.

"You! You're a demon?!"

Feng Ning was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized what she meant and burst out laughing, "Hahahaha! It's just a little trick, and it scared you like this?"

She casually tossed a strand of hair from her fingertips, "If I were a demon, you would have died long ago. How could you still be alive now?"

The black silk flew towards her right in front of her, disappeared from sight, and then merged into her shadow.

Song Jiaoran's fear had spread from the bottom of her heart.

From the moment Qing Si was hit, her fear rose, reaching its peak the instant she saw Qing Si disappear.

She screamed and rushed backward, stepping on her own shadow as she ran.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! Stay away from me, you big devil! Help!!"

However, she couldn't escape the formation at all.

"Is anyone there? Help me! You bitch, let me out!"

Feng Ning squatted down, propped her chin up with her hand, and looked at her. "Oh dear, you look really ugly. I told you a long time ago to stay away from me. You still dare to talk to me? Do you really think I'm chatting with you? I'm secretly setting up a formation, you idiot."

Song Jiaoran was terrified.

This demon, she really is a demon! How can there be such a terrifying person?

She retreated step by step, moving along the edge of the formation.

He was slapping the edge of the formation while shouting.

Feng Ning rubbed her ears in annoyance. "Stop yelling. I've set up an isolation array. People outside can't see it, and people inside can't hear what's going on. Anyone below the Nascent Soul stage has no chance of detecting it. You're just wasting your breath yelling."

A deathly stillness settled on Song Jiaoran's face. "Why are you doing this to me? I didn't do anything to you, why do you insist on killing me?"

"So what nonsense are you spouting now? You didn't kill me because you didn't want to? Isn't it because you're incapable? If I were a weakling, I'd be the one dead right now, wouldn't I?"

Song Jiaoran burst into tears.

"Feng Ning, I was wrong. Please forgive me. I promise I'll never go against you again. I promise I'll stay far away from you whenever I see you. Please forgive me, okay?"

Feng Ning looked at her without saying a word.

Her black hair was already wrapped around her neck; with just a command, her neck could be snapped without her noticing.

Feng Ning looked into her eyes and said earnestly, "Be a good person in your next life."

As soon as he finished speaking, his black hair instantly formed a loop, tightening around Song Jiaoran's neck, and she died within a few breaths.

She didn't even have a chance to say another word before her eyes widened and she stopped breathing.

Feng Ning, expressionless, set fire to her body, burning it to ashes.

She glanced at her storage bag and saw nothing useful, just a bunch of useless trinkets, so she simply destroyed it.

Not a trace was left.

Inside the Tianxuan Sect, Song Jiaoran's father, Song Changhe, was extremely anxious after learning that Song Jiaoran was being punished in the Discipline Hall.

Several days later, they finally managed to rescue the person.

After that, Song Jiaoran stayed indoors and refused to see anyone.

On the surface, he was in seclusion to reflect on his mistakes, but in secret he had already gone to Xuanwu City.

Song Changhe was unaware that she had gone out, but he kept feeling his right eyelid twitching badly.

When he was feeling uneasy, he thought of going back to talk to Song Jiaoren and telling her to stop thinking about those unrealistic things and focus on her cultivation.

When they went inside, they found that she was no longer there, and they thought that a thief had broken in and kidnapped her.

He mobilized his disciples to search, but not many were willing to follow his orders, and they searched the outer gates without finding anyone.

As for the inner sect, they couldn't get in; Song Changhe alone naturally couldn't find it.

He could only turn to Zhu Kangle, the third elder of the current board of directors, for help.

Zhu Kangle didn't give a perfunctory answer; he also mobilized some people to search within the inner sect.

After all, the loss of a disciple within the sect is no small matter, and it would be bad if an enemy infiltrated.

Song Jiaoran is the daughter of an outer sect elder, and she has a special quota to become an inner sect disciple. Otherwise, with her qualifications, she would never be able to enter the inner sect.

She can only move around inside the gate; she can't go anywhere else.

However, after searching, they still couldn't find her.

After failing to find the person, Song Changhe became even more anxious.

He searched day and night, exploring every possible place he could think of, but still found nothing.

Several months later, the elder who guarded the life lamp sent word that Song Jiaoran's life lamp had gone out.

This news devastated Song Changhe; he couldn't believe that his daughter, who had been so lively and energetic just a few months ago, was suddenly gone.

He rushed into the Hall of Fate Lamps like a madman, and sure enough, he saw that the lamp with her name on it had been extinguished.

He roared angrily, "Who is it? Who wants to kill my daughter!"

The elder guarding him could only offer words of comfort, saying, "Elder Song, please accept my condolences."

Song Changhe was furious, but he dared not say anything to the elders of the Life Lamp Hall. He could only suppress his indignation and pain and leave.

Because a hundred people had entered the Xuanwu Secret Realm, the elders of the Life Lamp Hall paid special attention to it, so they guarded the Life Lamp Hall almost day and night, fearing that something might happen to these children.

Five lamps have been extinguished in the past six months. Some died in the Xuanwu Secret Realm, while others died while on missions outside.

The most bizarre case is that of Song Jiaoran. She neither accepted any missions nor went to the secret realm. She simply disappeared for several months without explanation, and when she reappeared, she was already dead.

However, these are not things he should care about. How to handle them depends on what Elder Song and the other elders in the sect say.

All he needs to do is focus on guarding this place.

Feng Ning also knew about the Life Lamp, and of course she could imagine that this matter would be known sooner or later.