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

Feng Ning's expression was indescribable. "Master, did you steal it?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Your master has already paid him. A thousand-year-old snow spirit ginseng is something that can only be found once in a lifetime."

Then he nodded again, "The effect is good."

Feng Ning was a little conflicted. "Master, but we can't fake it. It's not a big deal if I'm ugly, but you've given me such a beautiful face. I feel a little guilty with such a beautiful fake face."

Nian Zhao rolled her eyes at her, "What's going on in your head? I gave you a muscle-regenerating pill to restore your appearance, not to create a fake face for you. This is your original face."

Feng Ning immediately grinned in surprise, "Really? You mean I've always been this good-looking?"

"Of course it's true, otherwise where did you get that face? That old man is a legitimate alchemist, he doesn't do anything crooked."

Feng Ning immediately ran inside happily, brought out a mirror, and then looked at her beautiful face in the mirror with a smile.

Her face now has no scars at all; at fifteen years old, her face is full of youthful vitality.

Her face was flawless, absolutely stunning, with exquisite features, a truly aloof beauty, her looks unattainable.

She just stood there, holding the mirror and grinning like an idiot.

Nian Zhao gave her a helpless tap on the head. "Stop grinning like an idiot and hurry up and follow your master."

"Where are you going, Master?"

"Of course I'm going to get your sword."

Feng Ning then remembered that Nian Zhao had indeed told her that he would go to the Sword Tomb to help her choose a sword.

She left happily.

Several hours later, they stood outside the Sword Tomb.

This place is located in the back mountain of Tianxuan Sect. It is a forbidden area that no one has set foot in. No one may enter without the permission of the sect leader and the four elders.

She shuddered as she looked at the eerie and terrifying place before her.

"Master...aren't we going to retrieve the sword? You're not going to make me go in and get it myself, are you?"

The eerie aura emanating from here is overwhelming; someone as weak as her, who only has reached the Foundation Establishment stage, would be terrified and cry within minutes of entering.

Nian Zhao patted her on the back, "Don't be afraid."

Then, with a sudden burst of force, he shoved the person inside, shouting, "Go!"

"Aaaaah! You stinky rice cake! You tricked me!"

The sound gradually faded.

There was no more movement.

Nian Zhao clapped his hands with a smile. "Who ambushed you? Didn't we agree that you would retrieve the sword yourself? You can stay inside by yourself. Whoever you fancy, just pull it out. I'll wait for you outside."

Feng Ning was so angry that she gritted her teeth, almost grinding her molars to a pulp.

"Nian Gao! You just wait, I'll betray my master and ancestors one day!"

Nian Zhao chuckled and pretended not to hear.

Once Feng Ning went inside, she could no longer see the outside scene, and naturally she didn't know whether Nian Zhao was still outside.

She sighed and prepared to continue walking inside.

Since we're already here, how can we leave without taking something with us?

Can I just take whichever one I like?

Then she won't be polite.

So she kept walking inside.

As soon as she reached the outer perimeter, many swords began to hum and seemed to be flying towards her.

She slapped him away impatiently, saying, "The closer you get to me, the less I want you!"

She likes excitement, she wants the really tough stuff, and she's not willing to go with her.

So he walked in happily, completely arrogant and carefree, showing none of the fear he displayed outside.

She activated the Netherworld Ghost Scroll, and many dark figures flew out from her body and scattered in various places.

As she walked, she received messages from the shadowy figure.

Several small black shadows were jumping around in her hand, looking just like little people, happily greeting her. "I can't keep calling you shadows, so I'll give you names."

As she walked, she thought to herself, a few little figures twirling around her fingers, looking mischievous and adorable.

Her eyes lit up. "Qingsi, how about you two be called Qingsi from now on?"

Then the little figures jumped even more joyfully.

With a gentle lift of her hand, the remaining strands of her black hair jumped into the sword tomb and scattered in all directions.

Soon, Qing Si brought the news. She walked to the right front for a while and then stopped in front of a sword.

She saw the name engraved on the sword.

Silver Spirit.

Good name!

It sounds very powerful. It's entirely silver and very beautiful. It must have been a sword used by a female cultivator.

She took two steps forward as if it were a precious treasure, intending to draw the sword.

Yinling seemed somewhat displeased and even shook her hand away.

She immediately became interested, "Wow! Not bad, not bad, I like this temper, but you'd better give in to me, or I won't let you go."

She rushed forward with great enthusiasm and grabbed the sword in one go.

Ignoring its resistance, I managed to pull it out.

After a blood oath ceremony, she finally learned the true form of the Silver Spirit.

Silver Spirit is a double-headed sword. It was originally a flying sword and has no hilt. What it was just in front of us was a transformation.

She immediately beamed with joy, "Come with me, Little Silver Spirit!"

I had just unplugged it when I suddenly received two more messages.

She stored the sword in her spatial storage and continued on to the next location.

Next up, Shadow.

This one was much fiercer than the Silver Spirit from before.

As soon as you get close to it, it unleashes its full power.

A series of dragon roars and tiger howls resounded, so loud that Feng Ning's eardrums almost exploded.

Even though she had shut down her five senses, the sound was like a direct hit to her soul, penetrating her mind.

Blood was seeping from both of her ears.

Her eyes lit up even more. "Interesting! I won't be satisfied until I get you today."

A series of resistances came from around Yeying, preventing her from getting closer.

She showed no intention of backing down and continued to move forward step by step.

Finally, she stood before Yeying, chuckled softly, and grasped its hilt.

"You've got quite a temper, get up!"

In the end, the Shadow was pulled out.

Next up is the third one, Xintinghou.

The fourth one...

The fifth one...

Nian Zhaoyue, who was waiting outside, became increasingly anxious.

Why isn't that little brat coming out yet?

Each person can only enter the Sword Tomb once in their lifetime. He has already entered, and now he can't get in no matter how hard he tries. He can only wait anxiously.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, he hurriedly ran to the main hall and pulled the sect leader over.

"Why did you drag me to the Sword Tomb in such a hurry without saying anything?"

Nian Zhao was so anxious that he kept looking inside. "Old man Hongye, stop talking nonsense. My disciple went into the Sword Tomb and it's been half a month now. He still hasn't come out. You have to think of a way!"