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

She trembled with fear.

"Master... calm down, calm down."

"I can't stay calm!"

He sobbed and hugged the sect leader tightly, "Senior brother, this little brat is driving me crazy! I can't bring myself to do it, please help me beat her up."

The sect leader was speechless.

"Alright, your apprentice is still watching, don't embarrass yourself."

Nian Zhao's face was as bitter as a bitter gourd. "This time it's over, right?"

Feng Ning had a reasonable suspicion; if she were to say anything, these two could easily see right through her with just their eyes.

She shrank her neck. "It's gone."

In the end, Nian Zhao said nothing more. Looking at the seven flying swords that were affectionately greeting Feng Ning in the air, he was so angry that he pounded his chest and stamped his feet.

"No wonder you've been inside for more than half a month. So you went to stock up on supplies. If you were given more time, would you be able to empty the entire Sword Tomb?"

Feng Ning gave an awkward smile, and was about to say something nice when she suddenly remembered something, "Oh no, I forgot something!"

Then he took off and rushed into the Sword Tomb.

Nian Zhao turned pale with fright, "Feng Ning!"

The sect leader was also startled, but it was too late to stop them.

Feng Ning had already stepped one foot inside.

At that moment, both of them stopped breathing.

However, the scene they had envisioned—being pierced by the swords inside the sword tomb—did not occur.

Feng Ning ran in unharmed, and came out again a short while later, still holding a sword sheath in her hand.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "I saw this scabbard earlier and thought it was quite nice, but there's no sword inside, so it's useless in the sword tomb. I'll take it with me."

Then, when I looked up, I saw the two of them with expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

Her heart skipped a beat. "Can't I even take this scabbard with me?"

Nian Zhao gritted her teeth in anger and grabbed her ear. "You brat, do you need a beating?! Who told you to rush in so recklessly? Do you know how dangerous it is inside?"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Master! Let go!"

After escaping their clutches, she said with a pitiful expression, "It wasn't dangerous."

She pointed to herself, then to the inside, then back to herself, "Isn't this... pretty simple?"

Nian Zhao felt a lump in his throat, unable to swallow it.

The sect leader was also surprised by this outcome.

But seeing that neither of them would give in, he could only offer an explanation.

"This Sword Tomb can only be entered once per person. Anyone who tries to enter a second time will be rejected by the Sword Tomb and pierced through the heart by ten thousand swords."

She looked up in surprise, "Then...then what about me..."

Nian Zhao rolled her eyes in exasperation. "You're lucky you survived, alright!"

Feng Ning's face also darkened.

She genuinely had no idea it was so dangerous, and then obediently walked up to Nian Zhao.

"Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so rash."

Seeing that her face was also a little pale, Nian Zhao thought she was frightened, sighed, and went over to pat her head.

"Alright, I was just worried something might happen to you, I didn't mean to blame you."

Feng Ning nodded, "I will be careful in the future and will not make Master worry again."

Nian Zhao's mood finally improved a bit.

"Alright, now that we've got it, let's go back now."

The sect leader nodded. "Go back, but you must keep this matter a secret and not let anyone else know."

It's not that I'm afraid of shocking others, it's just that with so many treasures on Feng Ning, I'm afraid she won't be able to protect them.

She was also afraid that others who went in later would follow her example.

After all, there aren't that many lucky people in this world.

Everyone knows that greed is insatiable, but not everyone can control it.

The sect leader looked at the Sword Tomb with some interest.

Could it be that the Sword Tomb has changed its temperament?

If Feng Ning can enter safely a second time, then can they do the same?

He took a few steps closer to the sword tomb, wrapped himself in several layers of protective shields, and tentatively stepped inside. Instantly, countless whooshing sounds came from within the sword tomb.

The sect leader's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly retreated.

However, one layer of his protective shield still broke through, even though he dodged quickly and had some protection.

If we had been any slower, we might have been pierced through the skin.

Nian Zhao's face was extremely ugly.

The sect leader was still shaken. "It seems that Feng Ning is just a special case."

Feng Ning also wanted to know if she was an exception, so she turned to look at Nian Zhao.

Nian Zhao's face immediately darkened, and he grabbed her arm.

"Take back your little schemes!" His tone even carried a hint of sternness.

Feng Ning said helplessly, "Master, I just want to know if it's really as I think."

Nian Zhao refused to let go no matter what.

Feng Ning stared straight at him, "Master!"

Nian Zhao felt very uncomfortable being stared at, but still firmly refused to let her in.

But under her watchful gaze, he eventually gave in.

"Have the sect leader add more layers of protection for you, or you can forget about it."

Feng Ning nodded.

The sect leader placed more than a dozen layers of protective shields on her.

He could even stand just a step away from her, and if anything went wrong, he could pull her back in one swift motion.

Feng Ning calmly took a step inside.

There was no sound coming from inside.

Just as she was about to take the second step, the barrier immediately bounced her out.

Feng Ning was speechless.

The sect leader and Nian Zhao were speechless.

Why does this sword mound seem somewhat exasperated?

My attitude towards others is: Die!

My attitude towards Feng Ning is: Get out!

Is this some kind of double standard?

Feng Ning sighed helplessly, "Why are you so stingy? I didn't take much."

She took two more steps closer and placed her hand on the barrier.

The barrier pushed her hand away.

Nian Zhao, "..."

metropolitan,"……"

It really was pushed open!

They were very careful, as if afraid of hurting Feng Ning.

Feng Ning glanced back at the two of them and helplessly spread her hands, "It won't let me in."

The sect leader smiled. "It seems that Sword Tomb has a special fondness for you."

Feng Ning hadn't expected this outcome either.

"Feng Ning, your senior master has something to ask of you."

Nian Zhao wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't.

The sect leader sighed, "As you can see, the Sword Tomb is very hostile to others, not allowing anyone to enter a second time, but you are the only exception."

You have no idea how many people have died in the Sword Tomb over the years. These were all carefully selected genius disciples, and each one is a loss.

"Like you, you haven't come out for half a month this time, and your master is almost going crazy with worry. So, your uncle wants to ask you for a favor."

Feng Ning smiled. "Does Master Uncle mean that I should go in and look for them when they can't get out?"

The sect leader gave her an approving look; she was a perceptive child, and his junior brother hadn't misjudged her.

"Do you want to?"