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

It was during the conflict with Song Jiaoran that an elder took them to the Discipline Hall.

She later learned that the man was Zhong Nian, the elder of the Discipline Hall and one of the four elders.

This person is extremely upright and impartial.

The other two are the Second Elder Ning Yao and the Third Elder Zhu Kangle.

Next up are the elders of the six peaks.

Feng Ning followed Nian Zhao to the position of the Fourth Elder and stood behind Nian Zhao.

She asked in a low voice, "Master, are there no elders in charge of the Elite Disciples Peak?"

Nian Zhao nodded, "Elite disciples have always been a small group. They will choose their own leader, who will be managed by the eldest brother or sister among the elite disciples. There is no need for elders."

Feng Ning frowned, but didn't say anything.

But what she was thinking was something else entirely.

We've trained so many elite disciples, but what if they betray us if no one manages them?

Is the sect leader really so comfortable letting them manage things themselves?

Nian Zhao laughed and said, "You've only just begun your training, and you're already thinking about joining the ranks of elite disciples? Focus on your training; you still have a long way to go."

Feng Ning snorted, "Hmph! Who do you think you are? In two years at most, I will definitely earn you the title of elite disciple."

Nian Zhao was amused by her, "Alright, alright, then your teacher will wait."

The master and apprentice were chatting and laughing, while the people around them were whispering among themselves.

"Is that the Fourth Elder's new disciple? He's quite good-looking, but I wonder how strong he is."

"What kind of strength could a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator possibly have? She's probably just a pretty face with no substance."

"I don't know what the Fourth Elder was thinking, actually accepting such a pretty face as a disciple."

"Isn't that right? Our sect has so many talented disciples, yet the Fourth Elder didn't even give them a second glance, and instead chose such a worthless fellow. Tch..."

On the other side, Song Jiaoran looked at the smiling Feng Ning with resentment and murderous intent.

damn it!

The Fourth Elder actually found a muscle-regenerating pill for that ugly monster!

She's just an ugly woman, how could she be worthy of such good elixirs?

If her father hadn't told her, she wouldn't have known that the Fourth Elder had gone to such lengths for that ugly monster.

What makes her qualified to become the Fourth Elder's disciple?

Looking like that, she's a vixen!

She must have ulterior motives for following the Fourth Elder!

She had to expose her true colors and let everyone know that this woman was just a pretty face with no substance, and that she had ulterior motives towards the Fourth Elder!

She was filled with hatred, grinding her teeth in fury!

For every thing that is disliked, there is something that is praised.

"That's not quite right. Her bone age is only fifteen, but her cultivation level has already reached the Foundation Establishment stage, which is quite good."

"That's right, her cultivation is quite good, and she's beautiful too. She must be the most beautiful junior sister in the sect, right?"

"Anyway, I've never seen anyone prettier than her."

However, neither the master nor the apprentice knew about these discussions.

They were idly munching on spirit fruits.

Nian Zhao was still as unreliable as ever, leaning back lazily in his chair.

Feng Ning stood there for a while, then felt that something was wrong with everything.

She has always believed that standing is worse than sitting, and sitting is worse than lying down.

It looks like this event will last a long time. Is she going to have to stand like this all day?

But only the elders' seats are prepared here. These disciples can't sit on equal footing with the elders, can they?

That would truly be considered an act of betraying one's master and ancestors.

Nian Zhao waited for a long time but Feng Ning didn't say anything else. When she turned around, she saw her looking around.

Finally, my gaze settled on his chair.

Nian Zhao was so angry he laughed. "What? You want to sit in my position as your teacher?"

Feng Ning was speechless. "Master, please don't make fun of me. How could I dare?"

Nian Zhao turned his spiritual energy around, and vines immediately wrapped around Feng Ning's back.

"Master, so you're a wood elementalist."

Nian Zhao simply smiled and did not answer.

Instead, he pointed behind her and said, "Sit down."

When Feng Ning turned around, she saw a chair made of vines wrapped around her, which looked very nice.

She was a little moved.

But when he turned around, he saw that the disciples behind the other elders were all standing, and he hesitated.

"Master, isn't this inappropriate? None of the senior brothers and sisters around here are sitting down."

Nian Zhao ignored him and moved the chair forward a bit. "Sit down. They have too many disciples to manage. I only have one, so we can't compare."

For a moment, she didn't know whether to laugh or not.

"Master, be careful, the sect leader might beat you up again."

"I'm the one who got beaten up, not you, so why are you worrying about it?"

Having said all that, Feng Ning no longer hesitated.

"Then it's settled. When it's time to get beaten up, you'll take the spotlight yourself."

Nian Zhao rolled her eyes and ignored her.

Feng Ning did indeed turn her head to look at the sect leader, and when she saw the sect leader smiling and nodding at her, she was utterly flattered.

Gongbu, you've worked so hard!

Why don't you stay with the sect leader for a couple more days?

The disciples around them were so envious they cried.

This junior sister is so lucky! She was actually accepted as a disciple by the Fourth Elder. The Fourth Elder really spoils his disciple too much.

Everyone else was standing, but she was the only one entitled to sit, and it was a stool that the Fourth Elder had personally woven for her!

All the disciples looked at her with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Feng Ning ignored everyone's gazes.

Go envious!

She can't refuse her master's kindness just because she doesn't want others to envy her, can she?

You can't be envious even if you want to; it's just that you don't have such a good mentor.

She chuckled and slumped back in her chair.

The sect leader's lips twitched as he watched.

They really are master and apprentice; even their unkempt sitting postures are exactly the same.

Then he glared at Nian Zhao, thinking, "Look at how he's turned this good little girl into this!"

But the way he glared made everyone else think he was glaring at Feng Ning.

The crowd began to gloat again.

Serves you right! Serves you right for being so arrogant! Now the sect leader has his eye on you, hasn't he?

Even before the apprenticeship ceremony began, there was already a lot of discussion among the people below.

Not long after, an elder came out to preside over the next disciple-acceptance ceremony.

The process was the same old routine: first a speech, then encouragement for everyone to strive for improvement.

Finally, the competition began.

All newly initiated disciples must participate in a competition to showcase their abilities and let the sect understand their strength.

Everyone participated with their full effort in this competition.

Those who can enter the number one sect are all powerful. There are about two hundred people in the entire Xuanling Continent who have entered the number one sect.

These people came from various countries; they are all geniuses from their respective countries.

This competition was for showcasing skills and also for seeking an opportunity.