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

So, after Duan Menghua and Yao Feibai left Xiaoyao Peak and returned to their residence, Feng Ning and Ye Yuan settled down at Xiaoyao Peak.

Nian Zhao quietly left Tianxuan Sect.

Feng Ning led Ye Yuan to a courtyard next to her residence. "Ye Yuan, this is Xiaoyao Peak. There are only my master and me on the whole mountain. You are next to me, and I am next to my master. There are not many people here, so if you need anything, just tell me."

Ye Yuan looked around the courtyard, nodded, and said with satisfaction, "Alright, this will do."

Feng Ning thought to herself, "It's certainly not as luxurious as your coffin, but you'll have to make do for now."

It was while the two were talking that Nian Zhao left Xiaoyao Peak. Feng Ning didn't notice, but Ye Yuan naturally did.

However, he didn't plan to say anything. It would be good if he could vent his anger for Feng Ning, saving him the trouble of taking matters into his own hands.

After all, those people couldn't withstand a beating from me. If they were killed so quickly, it wouldn't be fun.

Seeing that he had nothing more to say, Feng Ning prepared to leave.

"Then you can stay here for now, I'll go back."

He glanced at Feng Ning. "Wait a minute, let me see what you've learned lately?"

Feng Ning's lips twitched. Was her boss going to test her?

"Row."

After saying that, he summoned his sword.

All seven flying swords flew around him, creating a rather imposing sight.

Ye Yuan nodded, "You can attack me, let me see just how strong you really are."

Feng Ning smiled and said, "Then you'd better be careful."

After saying that, he quickly withdrew his smile, activated the Aotian Sword Technique, and all seven flying swords attacked him.

Even the divine magic cooperated perfectly this time, without throwing a tantrum and obediently following her commands.

She held nothing back, and all seven swords attacked simultaneously.

Ye Yuan raised his left hand and pointed forward, "Stop!"

then……

There's no after that.

All seven swords stopped in place, just a finger's width or a palm's width away from him, as if they were frozen in place, unable to advance even an inch.

Feng Ning's face darkened.

Isn't it?

Can't even withstand one move?

She refused to believe it and shouted, "Let's try again!"

Seven flying swords returned to her side, this time piercing towards him from all directions, carrying a chilling sword aura.

Ye Yuan stood still, one hand behind his back and the other held upright at his side, a smile in his eyes.

All the swords stopped an arm's length away from him.

"not enough."

Feng Ning's lips curled slightly. "You've been tricked."

Then, many tiny ice needles suddenly shot out from beneath the seven flying swords.

With lightning speed, it stabbed at him.

Ye Yuan didn't move an inch. With a wave of his sleeve, all the ice needles turned into water mist and disappeared.

Feng Ning was furious. "I just don't believe it!"

She formed a hand seal, "Two Elements Trapping Formation!"

The formation quickly formed beneath their feet, but before Ye Yuan could do anything, she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Blood was flowing from his eyes and ears.

She forced herself to stand still, chanting, "Eight Desolations Chant!"

A sudden gust of wind arose within the formation, swirling into countless small tornadoes that roared towards him.

When two tornadoes collide, they can both produce sparks.

In this way, if a person gets caught in it, they will definitely be shredded into mincemeat.

Ye Yuan chuckled, "You really went all out."

A smile graced his face, but his hands never stopped moving.

He quickly condensed a ball of lightning in his hand, tossed it upwards, and the ball of lightning transformed into countless tiny bolts of lightning, striking towards the tornado.

It quickly destroyed the tornado.

All movement ceased, and Feng Ning remained still.

Ye Yuan asked with a smile, "Your Two Elements Trapping Formation is quite good, it can temporarily enhance your strength, but the backlash of this formation is not small. You just used it a while ago, so you're not very comfortable using it now."

Feng Ning remained silent.

"Is there anything else? If not, the competition will end."

Feng Ning shook her head. "You lost."

Ye Yuan was taken aback.

Feng Ning had a bright smile on her face.

Ye Yuan quickly noticed something was wrong and took a strand of hair from his shoulder.

The strand of hair transformed into a tiny person the size of a thumb, standing arrogantly in his palm, hands on hips, looking at him.

He had this "take it or leave it" look on his face.

Ye Yuan tapped it on the head. "So it's you, you little thing."

After saying that, he returned it, saying, "This thing is quite good; it's hard to guard against."

If Feng Ning is facing an enemy whose strength is below the Nascent Soul stage, a sneak attack would be a good option.

They can slit your throat unexpectedly, and you won't even know how you died.

But if the strength were even higher, it might not be of much use.

Feng Ning took the little figure and patted it on the head with a smile.

"Does this little thing hold a grudge?"

Feng Ning readily admitted it, "Of course! It told me that you spoke ill of it last time, and this time it's here to get revenge on you."

It comfortably propped itself up on its little hands, rubbing its head against her fingers.

Ye Yuan raised an eyebrow, "It has its own consciousness?"

Feng Ning nodded, "Yes."

Ye Yuan became somewhat interested. "That is rather strange."

"What's weird?"

Have you ever seen anyone whose spiritual power has its own consciousness?

Feng Ning was taken aback; what he said made sense.

She kept convincing herself to accept the world and the unusual things about it.

But she never imagined that what she was receiving was also unusual in this world.

Whose spiritual power has its own consciousness and knows how to hold grudges?

She looked at the little figure in her hand with surprise. "Then why do you have your own consciousness?"

The little man pretended to be confused, scratched his head, and looked dazed and silly.

Feng Ning rolled her eyes. "They really do have their own consciousness. This is how kids react when they do something wrong."

The little one immediately stopped pretending, crossed his little hands in front of him, lowered his head, and rubbed his toes against her hands.

Feng Ning continued, "When did you develop your own consciousness?"

The little man shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

I'm still a baby, I can't talk yet.

Feng Ning asked helplessly, "Do the other little people have consciousness?"

The little person shook their head. "I don't know."

Feng Ning mobilized her spiritual power but did not notice any unusual behavior from the other members of the group.

It's pretty much certain that only this little guy has developed his own consciousness.

Ye Yuan extended his hand. "Could you give it to me?"

Feng Ning was a little reluctant to part with the little guy, as he was quite adorable, but since her eldest brother wanted him, she couldn't refuse.

Reluctantly, he placed it in Ye Yuan's hands, saying, "Then you must treat it well and not bully it."

Little Green Silk hurriedly ran into her arms; it didn't want to go with this horrible man!

Master, please don't hand me over to him!