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

Now all we can do is hope she comes back soon.

After seeing the person off, everyone left.

Feng Ning stopped not far from the Myriad Swords Sect.

She immediately activated her spatial magic, silently reciting the name of the Xuanling Continent in her mind, while also constantly thinking about the Tianxuan Sect.

She absolutely had to go back; this ability could only be used once a month, and if she made a mistake, she would be doomed.

After a dizzying spin, she finally opened her eyes.

What came into view was a vast expanse of white.

She looked around; it seemed that the area was covered by something.

She remembered that she was on Xiaoyao Peak before she fell asleep.

As her thoughts gradually returned, she sat up from the ground.

The location was still the same, but her master had set up a shed around it.

The shed was surrounded by layers of barriers.

As soon as she got up from the ground and touched the first layer of the barrier, Nian Zhao immediately sensed the abnormality of the barrier.

In a flash, it appeared right in front of her.

She suddenly saw Nian Zhao and actually felt a sense of familiarity with him.

"Master! I'm back! Aren't you happy? Aren't you surprised?"

Nian Zhao was also very excited, "You're finally awake! How are you feeling? Is there anything that feels uncomfortable?"

"I feel perfectly fine, and refreshed!"

"So, what have you realized?"

Feng Ning chuckled, "I have figured it out, but Master, don't be scared."

Nian Zhao raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Then I'd like to see what they have to offer."

Just as the two got into position, Wen Yao and Yao Feibai appeared.

The two men didn't approach when they saw their commotion.

Yao Fei rolled his eyes with a smile, "I wonder what Feng Ning has figured out."

Wenyao patted him on the shoulder, "No matter what you've learned, you must not hold a grudge. Everyone has their own opportunities and insights."

Yao Feibai felt somewhat helpless.

"Master, are you so sure I'm not as good as Feng Ning?"

Wen Yao shook his head. "You have great talent and you cultivate very hard, but comprehension is something that talent and cultivation cannot compare to. Out of ten thousand people, if one person can enter a meditative state to comprehend, that person is already a genius among geniuses."

Yao Feibai smiled and said, "Master, don't worry. Feng Ning and I are friends. I'll only be happy for her if she makes progress."

Wen Yao smiled and nodded, "You're perfect as you are."

It wasn't that he didn't think highly of his disciple; it was simply that Feng Ning was much more focused when he entered meditation than his disciple.

Entering samadhi can be divided into shallow samadhi and deep samadhi.

Someone like Yao Feibai could only be considered to have entered a shallow state of meditation, and he woke up in a very short time.

Those like Feng Ning, who sleep for months at a time, are in a state of deep meditation, and their understanding is more profound.

He didn't want his apprentices to develop a competitive mentality.

Once the two had talked it out, they stopped talking and turned to look at the master and disciple fighting.

Nian Zhao smiled and looked at Feng Ning, "Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you. I'll suppress my cultivation to the early stage of the Golden Core realm, which is about the same level as yours. In this battle, I'll only use sword techniques and the Free and Unfettered Sword Intent. Let me see what you've comprehended."

Feng Ning smiled as well, "Then please give me your guidance, Master."

As she spoke, she gently placed her right hand to her side, and a long sword appeared in her hand.

Almost transparent, it reflects light.

In her hand, it felt like she was holding a piece of ice, carrying a hint of coldness.

Even her entire demeanor became cold and aloof.

As soon as Feng Ning's sword appeared, Nian Zhao's Qingfeng sword trembled immediately.

It seemed as if they had met a kindred spirit, and they couldn't contain their excitement.

Nian Zhao glanced down and laughed, "Not bad, even Qingfeng is a little excited. It seems that what you've comprehended is quite extraordinary."

Feng Ning mustered her strength and charged forward.

He swept his sword from bottom to top with his right hand, the sword energy was intimidating, and went straight for Nian Zhao.

Nian Zhao placed the sword in front of him, and with a gentle turn, a powerful sword aura rose from behind him.

"break!"

Feng Ning's sword energy collided with Nian Zhao's sword energy, exploding with a loud bang, resulting in a draw.

"very nice."

Feng Ning laughed, "There are even better ones."

The two exchanged dozens more moves, and Nian Zhao couldn't help but marvel at how much progress she had made. It was a bit too exaggerated that she could learn so much just by taking a nap.

Feng Ning certainly didn't learn it in one nap.

Do you really think she's just joking around, practicing swordplay hundreds of times a day?

After several dozen more moves, Feng Ning felt that her spiritual energy was not keeping up, so she stopped.

Nian Zhao stopped fighting. "What, you're not going to fight anymore?"

Feng Ning smiled, a hint of wickedness in his eyes. "Master, how about taking one last move from me?"

Nian Zhao raised an eyebrow. "Come on."

Feng Ning closed her eyes, channeled all her spiritual energy, and when she opened them again, Nian Zhao seemed to see that her pupils had turned silver-white for a moment.

But when you look at it, it still appears as black as ink.

He assumed he had misread it and didn't take it to heart.

Feng Ning didn't fight as fiercely as before. She calmly swung her sword lightly and said, "Cold Kill."

Nian Zhao indeed did not sense any particularly powerful sword energy attack.

But for some reason, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped by a lot.

Logically speaking, at their stage, they should no longer be able to feel hot or cold, but he still felt a bone-chilling cold.

He looked up and saw snowflakes falling in front of him.

"It's snowing," Yao Feibai murmured softly.

Nian Zhao raised her hand and caught a snowflake, while Feng Ning's lips curved into a smile.

"Master, be careful."

Nian Zhao was on high alert, but was still somewhat surprised.

Because he suddenly saw that the snowflakes in front of him had turned into sharp little swords.

Even the snowflake in his hand didn't melt; instead, it transformed into a delicate little sword, standing upright in his palm.

With just a command, his palm could be pierced.

Just as he looked up, all the snowflakes around him solidified, turning into sharp swords.

Behind Feng Ning, a huge ice sword appeared.

Nian Zhao was somewhat stunned, "Sword intent..."

Wen Yao's eyes revealed appreciation; he was indeed a child with exceptional talent.

Yao Feibai was also pleasantly surprised; she had actually cultivated sword intent?

Nian Zhao did not respond for a long time, so Feng Ning used the sword in his palm to cut a gash on his finger.

"Master, did I win?"

Nian Zhao looked down at her hand, at the tiny cuts that looked like they'd been scratched by a hair. She couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You little brat, you actually had this trick up your sleeve."

Feng Ning raised her eyebrows, looking proud. "Who told you to be so focused on admiring the scenery, ignoring the weapon you were holding? I won."