Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 10 Sword Practice in the Square
Ruan San Niang quickly finished the five pieces of pastry, licking the crumbs off her lips, still somewhat unsatisfied.

"These pastries are delicious, but there's just too little of them."

Ruan San Niang looked at the empty oil paper, a longing look flashing in her eyes.

But for some reason, after eating these five pieces of pastry, which were barely enough to fill her stomach, she didn't feel hungry at all.

Ruan San Niang suppressed her craving, tidied up the room hastily, and went to bed as soon as she touched the bed.

All was quiet; the fine snow fell silently.

On Guanyue Peak, two figures walked side by side.

“Jinzhen, my sister…” Looking at the slender figure, who was as aloof as an immortal and like a lotus flower that had been separated from the world, the young man said, “I did not know that you were already the Jade-faced Fairy of the mountain.”

"When the people from the Autumn Frost Sword Sect found me, they only said they would help me find you, but they didn't tell me any news about you."

“I…” Wei Shaoqing paused, then continued, “I wanted to see you so badly, even just a glimpse from afar would have been enough to satisfy me, so I didn’t think too much about the Autumn Frost Sword Sect’s intentions.”

Perhaps he had considered the Autumn Frost Sword Sect's intentions, but due to his own selfish motives, he acquiesced to their actions.

Li Jinzhen met his gaze for a moment with her clear, innocent eyes, smiled gently, and said firmly, word by word, "Li Jinzhen is still Li Jinzhen."

"What Jade-Faced Fairy? That's all made up by them. Li Jinzhen doesn't acknowledge it, and Young Master Qing doesn't need to pay any attention to it either."

Her eyes were clear and gentle, and her voice was tender and melodious: "The Autumn Frost Sword Sect came for me, but I want to thank them. At least they helped me find my brother Shaoqing."

From the moment the people from the Autumn Frost Sword Sect found Wei Shaoqing, he was destined to be caught in a web of injustice. None of this was his fault.

The boy finally revealed the joy of their reunion.

……

Chaoyang Peak, Wuyuan.

The fire inside Ruan San Niang's house had gone out, but in another room, the candlelight shone brightly.

Ning Fusang sat cross-legged on the bed, facing the east window, palms up. A red light flew out from his right palm, clearly visible as a rectangular symbol.

The symbol unfurled, transforming into a scroll, upon which stood the phantom of a sword. This sword was extremely short, only twelve inches long, with the hilt alone taking up three inches. The nine-inch blade was slender, supple, and gleaming.

Looking back, there are many empty spaces on the sword heart diagram, but it is easy to see that the empty shadows are all in the shape of swords.

Ning Fusang picked up ten spirit stones from his left and threw them into the Sword Heart Diagram. With a clench of his right hand, the symbol disappeared.

Looking at the spirit stones that had shrunk in the wooden box, Ning Fusang's thoughts drifted, and she became somewhat absent-minded.

The Sword Heart Diagram has no shortage of spiritual energy, but this sword needs to be fed with spirit stones from time to time.

She's so poor, where is she going to get so many spirit stones?

Ning Fusang pulled the blanket up and covered her face.

The next morning.

As the morning sun shone through the window, Ning Fusang sat up abruptly, remained on the bed for a while, then got up, folded the blankets, and went out to wash up.

There was a large vat in the courtyard, with a thin layer of ice on the surface. Ning Fusang picked up a wooden ladle next to her, broke the ice, scooped out the water, and washed her face.

At this moment, Ruan Sanniang pushed open the door and came out.

She was somewhat taken aback and shocked to see Ning Fusang washing her face with ice water. It took her a while to find her voice: "How about I go boil some hot water?"

When she first arrived at the immortal mountain, Ruan San Niang still retained the habits and perceptions of the secular world.

Ning Fusang had finished wiping her face and left the courtyard, saying indifferently, "No need."

As for anything else, Ning Fusang didn't offer any advice. Once Ruan Sanniang discovered there was no place to start a fire, she would naturally understand.

Ruan Sanniang scooped up half a ladle of water from the vat, touched it, and felt an icy chill that seemed to reach her very core. Her fingers felt numb and tingly. "Can this water really be used to wash my face?" Ruan Sanniang stared at the wooden ladle for a long while, stunned.

In the end, she used the ice water to wash herself quickly, her face reddening in patches.

There are no classes today, so it's a day off for them to familiarize themselves with the path to Chaoyang Peak and adapt to sect life.

Ruan San Niang remembered that Ning Fusang was wearing clothes issued by the sect before leaving home, so she turned around and went into the house to change into sect attire as well.

The clothes felt surprisingly warm and comfortable against her skin. Ruan San Niang looked at her reflection in the bronze mirror and felt somewhat dazed.

The person in the mirror is her, yet she doesn't look like her.

Wearing a blue jacket and white skirt, she looked fresh and serene, and inexplicably exuded an ethereal aura.

Ruan Sanniang touched the clothes and felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. Only then did she sit down and look through the book of rules and regulations.

A floral note was tucked into the title page of the book.

"Can I go to the Taiyuan Hall to retrieve what I brought?"

When Ruan San Niang saw the delicate handwriting on the letter paper, she was delighted. She quickly put the letter paper away and hurried towards Taiyuan Hall.

As she passed by a square, Ruan San Niang couldn't help but take a second look. Many people were practicing swordsmanship there, and the sword racks were almost all empty. Most importantly, she seemed to see Senior Sister Ning.

Ruan San Niang opened her eyes wide and looked carefully, confirming that the person was indeed Ning Fusang.

The girl in the blue jacket and white dress held a black iron sword, twirled it, and thrust it through the air with a powerful gesture.

Ruan San Niang felt that her sword dance was exceptionally beautiful, flowing smoothly and without pause. With a gentle twist of her wrist, the black iron sword in her hand flashed like lightning.

"So Senior Sister Ning left so early to practice her sword here." Ruan San Niang was so engrossed in watching that she didn't realize it until a long time later before she hurriedly ran away.

"I almost forgot about the real thing."

Ning Fusang practiced her sword for a while, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead. She carried the sword on her back, preparing to rest for a while before continuing.

A glint of cold light shot out from the side.

Ning Fusang reacted very quickly, blocking with her sword, her arm going numb from the shock.

Clang!
The swords clashed, producing a crisp clang and sparks flying.

After several rounds, the Xuan Tie sword in Ning Fusang's hand became pitted and unsightly.

"He Jiaxiu," Ning Fusang called her calmly, his tone revealing no emotion.

He Jiaxiu raised an eyebrow: "What is it?"

Ning Fusang met her gaze, parted his thin lips slightly, and uttered two words: "You're sick."

Upon hearing this, He Jiaxiu smiled brightly, her eyebrows dancing with joy, her radiance as radiant as spring sunshine:

"I'm giving you some pointers, Ning Fusang, don't be ungrateful." He Jiaxiu stroked her spirit sword, not looking at Ning Fusang's expression, and said leisurely, "You're learning with the new disciples now. If you're not as good as them, how embarrassing would that be?"

"As your classmate, I can't bear to see you in such a predicament."

He Jiaxiu turned her head to look at her: "How about we have a swordsmanship spar?"

Ning Fusang rolled her eyes: "You, a peak second-level cultivator, want to spar with a first-level cultivator like me?"

"He Jiaxiu, you're so boring."

Ning Fusang walked past her, put the sword back on the sword rack, looked around and found that there were no more Xuan Tie swords, so she simply avoided He Jiaxiu.

(End of this chapter)