Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 104 Rain Cuts Off Old Grudges

The stream flowed gently, and a woman covered in blood stumbled and fell. She knelt by the stream, scooped up some water, washed her face, revealing a pale, bloodless complexion.

The woman propped herself up, a sharp pain shooting through her back. Her clothes were tattered, revealing blood and flesh on her back, not a single part of her body intact.

The intense palpitation left the woman still feeling lingering fear.

The sixth-tier demonic beast, the Azure Phosphorous Python, was incredibly powerful. If it weren't for the defensive magic artifact on her body that blocked the attack for her, she would probably have already lost her life.

only……

The woman lowered her eyes, a hint of confusion flashing in them. Who had picked the Azure Spirit Wood Fruit?

The existence of such a powerful cultivator in the First Heaven Secret Realm is also a potential danger.

However, given her current state, let alone the mysterious person who took the Azure Spirit Fruit, even a random person at the second level of cultivation could take her life.

The woman smiled bitterly; all she hoped for now was to avoid encountering people from other sects.

Click...

A faint sound of a dry branch snapping rang out, and the woman's heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, a glint of cold light flashed in her eyes!

She struggled to raise her hand and release the poisonous smoke, but because her injuries were too severe and the smoke was too low, it was swept away by the other party's sleeve.

puff-

A black iron sword pierced her chest. The woman died with resentment, her wide-open pupils reflecting a simple white robe.

The man in plain white breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other person was completely dead, and squatted down to search for her storage bag.

The various spirit stones, beast cores, and spiritual herbs dazzled her, making her breath hot. With these cultivation resources, her future cultivation path would be much easier.

The female cultivator in plain clothes glanced down at the woman's corpse. The other person was from Su Ling Valley, and she had to destroy the evidence to avoid being traced back to herself.

She used her spiritual power to ignite a fire, which she then launched at the corpse of the female cultivator from Suling Valley. The flames suddenly surged high, illuminating her face with an exceptionally bright light.

Suddenly, her expression changed drastically, and she tried to run away, but she was still a step too late.

"Ouch! My eyes hurt so much!"

The female cultivator screamed, covered her eyes, and tears of blood streamed down her face.

The Lingzhen lineage of Suling Valley is most skilled in using poison; even if they die, they can still launch a counterattack.

The female cultivator disregarded the still-burning corpse and hastily fled. If she had been any later, the area would have been completely enveloped in poisonous fog, and she would have surely died!
The most urgent task is to find a cave to expel the poison and heal the wounds!
……

Within the secret realm, the internal structure of the five elements' spiritual energy changed, with an increase in water spiritual energy, resulting in a continuous drizzle.

In front of a cave, the green ivy, wet with rain, appeared even more vibrant. An invisible current of energy surged towards the cave.

Ning Fusang sat cross-legged, focusing her mind and spirit. Spiritual energy flowed within her body at a steady pace.

A moment later, spiritual energy swirled above her sea of ​​qi, rapidly rotating. The spiritual energy circulating through the eight extraordinary meridians was drawn in and accelerated, completing a full cycle in an instant.

Like clouds and rain, a large amount of spiritual power quickly accumulated in her dantian. The water in what was originally a small pool overflowed and washed away the invisible barrier of qi.

The spiritual energy collided with the barrier and was completely annihilated, but the vortex of spiritual energy continued to compress the spiritual energy and generate spiritual power.

She is attempting to break through to the fourth level.

Ning Fusang had considered that Xie Taiting's senior brother would definitely be tracking her movements. If he persisted, she wouldn't be able to kill him with her ninth-level cultivation; she would have to kill him with her fourth-level cultivation.

She didn't know if the person was a direct disciple of Lingyu Palace. If he was, he might have a protective spell from a certain master.

Even with his ninth-level cultivation, he couldn't be killed, so this secret can no longer be kept.

If she tried to kill him with her fourth-level cultivation, and failed, it wouldn't have any impact on her.

Within the secret realm, mutual slaughter was commonplace. Her opponent was a direct disciple, and she was also a direct disciple of the Southern Star Sword Sect; there was no reason to settle scores after leaving the secret realm. Qian Yuan coiled on a two-finger-thick vine, gazing out into the rain. The world was clear and serene, everything washed clean, even more transparent.

All around was silent, save for the melodious sound of rain. For miles around, there were no birds or beasts. Long before Ning Fusang found this cave and decided to break through to a higher realm, the surrounding demonic beasts had already been wiped out.

Raindrops bloomed continuously, falling on the fragrant soil, the green banana leaves, or the small puddles.

Suddenly, a slightly disheveled figure burst into the rainy world.

Qian Yuan's eyes were deep and dark. He turned his head to look at Ning Fusang. She had already opened her eyes, and the spiritual energy in her body had returned to a calm state, like a mirror, without any ripples.

"Someone's coming." Qian Yuan's voice was slightly cold, as if it had been dampened by cold rain.

It detached itself from the ivy and twined around Ning Fusang's hand, its ends connected, resembling a section of black vine, ancient and dull.

Ning Fusang narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinizing the female cultivator in the rain. What she was wearing was not a magic robe, but just a very ordinary cloth robe.

The female cultivator's eyes were squinting from the rain, and her spiritual energy was in disarray. She staggered forward, supporting herself with a sword.

He was originally blind.

Ning Fusang's lips curled into a smile, but the next moment, her gaze froze.

A gust of wind blew the female cultivator's hair away from her face, revealing half of her delicate features.

Sensing Ning Fusang's faint killing intent, Qian Yuan raised his head and looked outside the cave. "You know her?"

Ning Fusang said, "Yes."

Cai Lian, a menial disciple of the Southern Star Sword Sect.

Ning Fusang and Ning Fusang had quite a few interactions while they were at the Sword Washing Pool.

Although there wasn't any major conflict, such a person, always jumping around, can sometimes be quite annoying.

Unexpectedly, Cai Lian got the only spot among the menial disciples.

She also stumbled upon him by accident.

Ding.

A crisp sound of jade striking a sword rang out, startling Cai Lian. After the poisonous smoke in her eyes was immediately washed away, although her vision was still not clear, she could vaguely see some things.

She glanced around warily. A light drizzle fell, banana leaves drooped, and there was no one in sight.

The sword in Cai Lian's hand vibrated and flew out of her grasp. Then, its cold light swept towards her neck.

"Ning Fusang!"

Cai Lian leaned back to avoid the sword, and shouted in resentment.

"So you weren't blind after all."

She gripped the black iron sword, and the icy rain poured down, forming a string of transparent lines.

Ning Fusang noticed that half of her face had turned black and purple, as if she had been poisoned.

Cai Lian coldly said, "Today in the secret realm, I will kill you to avenge Chen Ming!"

She drew a spirit sword. "With such talent, he should have entered the inner sect, with a bright future and high aspirations. Ning Fusang, if it weren't for you, how could he have died at the young age of eighteen, in the prime of his life?"

"It doesn't matter if the people in the sect don't remember him. In this world, there is still me, Cai Lian, who will never forget him."

Ning Fusang killed Chen Ming, but the sect only allowed her to cleanse her sword for three years before returning her to the outer sect. How unfair is that to Chen Ming?

Everyone says that Master Yu is a just man, so why doesn't he make Ning Fusang pay with his life?
Cai Lian resented his unfairness, but she knew that she could only look up to Yu Wanwu's cultivation level and status. Ning Fusang was different; she was just a disciple of the Southern Star Sword Sect, and the secret realm was the best opportunity for her to strike.

(End of this chapter)