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

Feng Ning finally emerged from seclusion when she had mastered the Aotian Sword Technique and was able to control six flying swords simultaneously.

After emerging from seclusion, many disciples saw Nian Zhao off with tears in their eyes, and were grateful to Feng Ning a thousand times over in their hearts.

Nian Zhao looked at her excitedly, "How's your practice going? How many swords can you control now?"

Feng Ning was a little embarrassed, "They can fly, but if we're really going to use them in a fight, we can only control a maximum of six."

She shrank back a little, feeling a bit guilty.

Nian Zhao suddenly had a bad feeling, "Which one can't be controlled?"

She kept her head down and did not answer.

Nian Zhao tentatively asked, "Divine magic?"

Feng Ning nodded slightly.

Nian Zhao suddenly felt like he couldn't catch his breath.

"You unfilial disciple! You can control Gongbu, so why can't you control divine magic? Didn't you make me lose to that old man, Senior Brother?"

Feng Ning remained silent.

"Master, you're overacting a bit."

Nian Zhao was heartbroken. "My dear disciple, go into seclusion again and give it a try. Maybe it's just that the time was a little short. Divine arts are so obedient, how could you not control them?"

Feng Ning was helpless.

The only option was to release all the swords.

"Silver Spirit".

Silver Spirit flew to her side in a flash and stood there spinning in circles.

"Trailing Shadow".

The Shadow was the same, but it wasn't as lively as the Silver Spirit; it simply floated and stayed motionless beside Feng Ning.

Then came the other swords: "Xin Ting Hou, Tai A, Gong Bu, and Da Liang Long Que."

Until all the swords flew to her sides and stood still.

She continued, "Divine magic."

The divine spell didn't react at all, like a child throwing a tantrum; it knew you were calling it, but it just wouldn't respond.

Feng Ning shrugged helplessly. "See? I told you it wouldn't listen to me."

Nian Zhao was speechless.

This is clearly divine magic acting up and throwing a tantrum.

These are all swords that have already recognized their masters, so of course they can be forcibly operated. However, Feng Ning has learned flying sword techniques, which require her to communicate with the sword spirits and make them willingly serve her.

What happened to it?

Feng Ning sighed, "I'm starting from scratch, and the order is from Silver Spirit, but the divine magic thinks I don't value it and don't like it, so it's throwing a tantrum at me and won't let me use it."

The divine spell indeed trembled twice, as if it were cursing her, and cursing her quite filthyly.

How can I not be angry? I'm a divine magic user! Are these swords as beautiful as me? They're nowhere near as powerful as me! Why didn't they choose me first? One I try to train isn't me, and another isn't me either! How can I not be angry?

Feng Ning could sense its dissatisfaction and felt somewhat embarrassed.

"Divine Art, aren't you clearly not listening to my explanation? I already said you're the most powerful sword. Fine, of course, I'll save that for last."

[I am the sword. I don't understand all that. I only know that you didn't choose me first! I wasn't the second either! Finally, it was the seventh person before it was my turn!]

Feng Ning had barely said a few words when she heard the other swords jump up and circle around her.

We're awesome too!

【Master, if it doesn't obey, then get rid of it. A disobedient sword is not worth keeping.】

"That's right, master, we're all more obedient than it. Don't mind it, look at us, we're so well-behaved."

Feng Ning's head was buzzing.

You can only touch this and then touch that.

"Okay, okay, you're all good girls, I like you all, but we're a wonderful big family, and no one can be left out, okay? Let's all try to persuade Brother Shenshu so that we can all play together, okay?"

None of the swords answered; they all whizzed back into her space.

Feng Ning felt somewhat embarrassed. Was Shen Shu being isolated?

Nian Zhao was also speechless. "Didn't you manage to appease him?"

Feng Ning could only hold the divine technique in her hand. "Not only did they fail to appease them, they also started fighting amongst themselves, and the divine technique was isolated by them."

Nian Zhao was so angry she almost laughed.

"Are you looking for a sword or your ancestors? What a bunch of nonsense."

Feng Ning sighed helplessly, "They are all my little darlings, I can't bear to part with any of them."

Finally, they played with all the swords in the space.

Even if she went in with divine magic, she would still get angry and be laughed at by the other swordsmen, so she simply kept it by her side.

The Divine Art sword is truly beautiful, with its ice-blue blade. At first glance, it's like seeing a cool and mysterious elf.

No wonder Nian Zhao loves it so much.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. I remember you know some formations. I've been busy with this for a while now and finally found you a teacher who can guide you. Come with me now."

Then, after thinking for a moment, he asked, "Is there anything else you want to learn? I've been to all those places—alchemy, weapon crafting, talismans, formations, and beast taming. Whatever you want to learn, your master will take you there. I can teach you swordsmanship, but we won't go to Martial Peak."

Most importantly, Wen Yao is too old-fashioned. Every time he goes there, he nags endlessly. He should probably avoid him.

I doubt my apprentice would like that old-fashioned man either, so I'd better not go.

If you really want to learn something else, perhaps you can go to your third senior brother.

He was an extremely powerful swordsman who had comprehended his own sword path. In the entire Xuanling Continent, no one could surpass him when it came to swordsmanship.

Feng Ning was surprised. She had only been in seclusion for a few months, yet Nian Zhao had accomplished so much?

Have you established good relationships with each peak?

Feng Ning thought for a moment and nodded. "Thank you, Master. Let's go to the Array Peak then. I haven't been exposed to anything else, but I have taught myself some arrays. As for my level, I'm not sure."

"But Master, is it really okay for us to just openly and honestly learn Bai Xue like this? Won't the elders of the Array Peak have any objections?"

Nian Zhao smiled and said, "Of course it's not a waste of time. The elder of the Array Peak is named Jing Hui. He has been wanting the gallbladder of the Blue Flame Python for years to nourish his array stone and add poison to his array, but he can't get it. Luckily, I have it."

Feng Ning frowned. "A blue flame python, is it that rare?"

If it weren't so difficult, he wouldn't have needed to keep thinking about it for so many years.

Nian Zhao strode forward with his head held high, "It's alright, just a Nascent Soul level demon beast, not much of a problem."

Feng Ning stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, instantly channeling her spiritual energy into his body.

Nian Zhao tried to pull her hand back, saying, "I'm fine now, I'm all better now."

She couldn't pull it back; Feng Ning held on tightly.

"Your injuries have healed, but residual poison remains in your body."

Nian Zhao smiled and said, "It's no big deal. I'll just ask Elder Yu for some medicine and it'll be fine."

Feng Ning was very depressed. "Master, you don't have to go to such lengths. I can cultivate on my own. There are plenty of ways to learn more."