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

The elder presiding over the competition announced the rules.

The first competition was a free-for-all. The two hundred-plus people were divided into five groups, with only ten people remaining in each group at the end. Those who remained could participate in the second round of the competition.

The second competition was an individual battle, with two people facing off until a final winner was determined.

The presiding elder took out a large pile of wooden plaques and placed them in the air, with each person receiving one randomly.

Just as he was about to announce the start of the match, he heard someone shout loudly.

"This isn't fair! Why doesn't she need to participate in the competition?"

Everyone turned their gaze toward the person who had spoken.

All that could be seen was Song Jiaoran angrily pointing at Feng Ning, who was sitting behind the Fourth Elder, Lao Zhao.

Feng Ning immediately sat up straighter, abandoning her previous lazy demeanor.

Elder Song quickly pulled Song Jiaoran behind him, "Who told you to talk back! That's the Fourth Elder's personal disciple!"

Song Jiaoran bit her lower lip in grievance, "So what? These disciples all participated in the selection process and were chosen one by one. Why can she skip this process and become a personal disciple directly? This is unfair to the other disciples."

Feng Ning remained silent.

He finally stood up from the chair, his clear gaze fixed on Song Jiaoran.

"Why are you being so aggressive, Senior Sister Song? Whether I can become Master's personal disciple is not something you can decide."

Song Jiaoran sneered, "You're just not as strong as others, so you're afraid."

Nian Zhao unleashed a wave of oppressive power instantly.

Elder Song gritted his teeth but dared not step forward.

He was just an outer sect elder, while Song Jiaoran, with her talent, was selected to join the inner sect.

But his status can never compare to that of the four elders who are above the inner sect elders.

Has Song Jiaoran gone mad? How dare she embarrass the Fourth Elder in public!

But she was his own daughter after all, and he couldn't just ignore her, so he could only step forward and plead for her.

"Fourth Elder, please calm down. It is all my fault for failing to teach her properly. Jiao Ran did not mean it."

With a smile on her face, Nian Zhao said with a sudden realization, "Really? The person behind you tried to harm my disciple before, and was punished by the Discipline Hall. So, she's holding a grudge and wants to take revenge on my little disciple now?"

Song Jiaoran suddenly remembered being punished in the Discipline Hall, and her face turned pale.

Elder Song gritted his teeth in anger, "Fourth Elder, please calm down."

The sect leader spoke up, "Ah Zhao, don't get so angry."

Nian Zhao pursed his lips and withdrew his oppressive aura.

The others were so frightened they didn't dare to breathe.

Feng Ning glanced at Nian Zhao and asked with a smile, "Master, why don't I go down and participate in the competition together? That way, people won't say you're using connections and ruining your reputation."

Nian Zhao knew she was getting playful.

He sighed, "Go ahead, go ahead. I was thinking that since you've already been accepted as my personal disciple, I'd give the other disciples a chance to showcase their talents. But I didn't expect them to insist on having you go on stage. You've taken up a spot, so there's one less person who can perform. What a pity, what a pity."

Feng Ning burst into laughter.

Her master is quite a character; he never suffers a loss.

Looking at Song Jiaoran, she was so angry she was about to explode.

At this moment, she also noticed the resentment in the eyes of the newly initiated disciples.

The Fourth Elder is right.

Each additional person who comes out takes up one more display slot.

Those who can be accepted as personal disciples by the Fourth Elder are definitely not mediocre.

Although Feng Ning looks young and is quite pretty, that doesn't mean she's just a pretty face.

Therefore, the new disciples were quite resentful, feeling that Song Jiaoran was blocking their way.

Of course, there were also some people who were indeed very strong and were not convinced that Feng Ning had become their personal disciple so easily.

If given a chance, they might not be inferior to her.

They might also have the possibility of becoming disciples of the Four Elders.

Since the four elders had spoken, the presiding elder naturally cooperated and also gave Feng Ning a wooden plaque.

Feng Ning took the wooden plaque and sat back down in her seat.

Her wooden plaque is number 250.

She took it and rolled her eyes.

When Nian Zhao saw her number, he laughed uncontrollably, making everyone very curious about what the two of them had talked about.

"Master, can you please stop laughing? Am I even your true disciple anymore?"

"Hahaha... Yes, yes, yes! Your teacher just thinks... this number is pretty good."

Feng Ning remained silent.

Her number should be in the fifth group.

So she wasn't in a hurry to go down.

In order to allow everyone to clearly observe the disciples' performance, the competition was conducted in rounds.

Although it may seem like just a bunch of newbies pecking at each other, isn't it precisely these newbies who are being recruited?

Even if you're bored, you have to keep watching.

Feng Ning didn't care how well she performed on stage.

Anyway, she's determined to take first place today.

If you can't even sweep your own room, how can you sweep the world?

If she can't even get first place among the new disciples, what face does she have to say that she will become an elite disciple within two years?

Soon, it was their group's turn to compete.

As soon as the fifty people stepped onto the stage, everyone immediately became wary.

Feng Ning didn't waste any words with them and immediately began an indiscriminate attack.

The ice-type spiritual energy instantly froze the entire arena.

She clapped her hands and nodded in satisfaction after freezing everyone into icicles.

Everyone stared in shock at the person on the stage, speechless.

Ice type!

This disciple is actually an ice-type!

No wonder the Fourth Elders made an exception and accepted her as their personal disciple.

What's the point of such a prodigy participating?!

They're clearly here to steal their spots!

As a result, all the new disciples cursed Song Jiaoran a thousand times over in their hearts.

And the competition ended in this eerie atmosphere.

Because none of the forty-nine people on the stage could break free from her control.

The presiding elders were all bewildered.

How to calculate this?

He could only look to the sect leader for help.

The sect leader was also quite helpless.

That girl is such a troublemaker! Just like her lousy master!

"Ning'er, untie them. You win. Let them decide the remaining nine people."

Feng Ning nodded, removed the restraints, and turned back to the stage.

The others then continued their competition.

Feng Ning asked with a smile, "Master, am I doing alright?"

Nian Zhao nodded with a smile, "That's good, but I should teach you some swordsmanship later. We can't keep freezing people with ice all the time."

Feng Ning's eyes lit up. "Master, how did you know what I was thinking? I was just about to ask you if there's a sword technique that's suitable for me to learn."

"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

He paused for a moment, then added, "However, my swordsmanship might not be suitable for you. I'll take you to the library later to look for something."

Feng Ning smiled, her eyes crinkling, "Thank you, Master."