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

Feng Ning was also quite helpless.

Well, at least she wasn't forced to kowtow and acknowledge her grandfather, which is already a chance.

Let's turn back and run.

She was an expert at running away.

We'll find a way to repay Grandpa Hai's life-saving grace later.

Repaying a life-saving debt doesn't necessarily require sacrificing one's emotional value.

Her goal was to reach for the bigger picture, not to become an appendage of a family and do things she didn't like, following their arrangements.

That would be a waste of the chance God gave her to start over.

Seeing that no one was saying anything more, Old Master Hai waved his hand and said, "Alright, you can all go now."

Feng Ning also left with the others, no longer staying in the front hall.

Feeling somewhat depressed and physically exhausted, she fell asleep immediately after returning to the courtyard.

When I woke up again, the room was completely dark.

"You actually slept until night?"

She got out of bed and was about to get downstairs when she suddenly sensed a strange presence around her.

"Who?"

She quickly pulled a small dagger from under her pillow and gripped it tightly in her hand. "Come out!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a man appeared in front of her.

Before Feng Ning could even see who was in front of her, her body reacted at lightning speed, gripping the dagger and lunging at him.

If the man hadn't dodged quickly, the dagger would have sliced ​​across his neck.

She watched the man in the darkness warily, adopting a defensive posture.

It was as if she would charge at him without hesitation if he took just one more step closer.

A soft laugh echoed in the air, "Heh! You're still too weak."

Feng Ning found the voice somewhat familiar.

The man snapped his fingers, and the room instantly lit up.

She finally saw the man's face clearly. "It's you?!"

The man raised an eyebrow. "You recognize me?"

Isn't this the same man we met in the mountains before?

A large group of people chased after her, and the man even blocked the people behind him, which gave her a chance to run away.

But their vigilance only increased.

"Who are you? How did you find your way here?"

The man walked over to a soft couch and sat down, leaning back lazily.

Just now, the light was against her backlight, but now, with the soft light shining on his face, she belatedly realized that this man was really handsome!

He wore a dark robe with embroidered patterns, his black hair was loose down his back, and his eyes were sharp.

His appearance and figure were as perfect as if they had been carved by a knife and axe.

What's even more stunning is that he has a pair of silver eyes, which, combined with his ascetic and aloof face, are simply breathtaking.

Sure enough, even the goddess Nuwa showed favoritism when creating humans.

The man in front of me must have carefully sculpted it.

And these mortals... are probably just mud splatters that get thrown around.

She didn't even know what she looked like. Anyway, she had been in the slave market since she was a child and fought her way up from the bottom. Her body was covered with countless scars, big and small.

Especially on her face, she has a long scar on her left cheek that extends from the end of her eyebrow to her jawline.

It was ferocious and terrifying.

In addition, there are branding scars on his forehead and right cheek.

These were branded on her after she was caught and brought back from her escape.

There are two paths in total.

She ran away twice.

However, she had drawn the scars on her face herself; in a place like a slave factory, there was no need for beautiful women.

Whether it looks good or not doesn't matter.

That would bring disaster upon oneself, and the outcome would be predictable.

It's just a face; it's better to ruin it.

She didn't try to hide herself; instead, she walked around outside openly.

The man watched her stare at his face, his thoughts drifting further and further away.

He said in an extremely dangerous tone, "Don't look at me like that, or I won't hesitate to gouge your eyes out."

Feng Ning suddenly came to her senses.

She curled her lip. "Don't gouge people's eyes out so easily. It's terrifying. Can't we talk this out?"

She asked again, "You still haven't answered me. Who are you? Why are you here?"

The man rested his chin on his hand and looked at her. "You don't need to know who I am. I need you to do something for me. You name your price."

Feng Ning raised an eyebrow, "You're asking for a favor, and you're still acting all high and mighty?"

The man smiled and said, "Either do something, or die. It's your choice."

Feng Ning immediately said seriously, "What can't be discussed properly? Tell me what you need to do first. I need to know if I can accomplish it before I can make any demands."

Look at how fierce this man looks.

She was absolutely certain that this man had a hundred ways to kill her.

The reason we're not killing her now is simply because we still have room to exploit her.

She needs to make good use of this opportunity; even if it doesn't lead to great success, it should at least bring her some benefits.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

They're not enemies, so why make such a fuss?

Her smile deepened.

The man said, "You're too weak right now to do what I asked you to do. You should try to improve your strength. If I need anything, I'll come to you."

Feng Ning's shoulders slumped. Why did she feel so uncomfortable just hearing the word "weak"?

She could only turn her gaze to the man, "You should be able to tell, right? I can't cultivate."

The man looked up at her, and Feng Ning felt a sharp pain in her head.

The pain made her momentarily lose her senses.

Then, the man withdrew his gaze and said, "Since you don't have any spiritual veins, cultivation will naturally be more difficult for you."

Feng Ning's eyes lit up. "A bit more difficult? Does that mean I can still cultivate?"

The man nodded, and then formed a very complex array, which shone with golden light.

After a moment, he gestured for her to walk into the formation.

"Go in and sit down."

Feng Ning was extremely excited at this moment. Could she finally become a cultivator too?

She can now accept this fantasy world. Although she doesn't know how to absorb and release spiritual energy, she still understands the general principles.

Once you truly embark on the path of cultivation, you should gain a deeper understanding.

She obediently walked into the formation and sat down.

As soon as the formation was activated, she was in so much pain that she almost curled up in agony.

"That fucking hurts!"

The man coldly replied, "Endure it. Once all this is over, you will be able to cultivate again."

Feng Ning was in so much pain that sweat beaded on her forehead and her whole body was convulsing uncontrollably.

In the end, he couldn't stay seated any longer and collapsed to the ground, curling up in pain.

At that moment, she was in so much pain that she couldn't say a word.

I felt as if countless tiny insects were crawling around inside my body.