Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 106 Asura Statue
She was exceptionally intelligent and quickly memorized what Qian Yuan had taught her.

However, there is no opportunity to test it now.

The Soul Searching Technique is only effective on living people or those who have just died.

The dead have no soul.

Ning Fusang took an antidote pill beforehand before searching Cai Lian's belongings.

Cai Lian wasn't wealthy, but she killed people from Su Ling Valley and obtained many good things.

The book, "The Miraculous Poison Manual," was so obscure that Ning Fusang could barely understand a line or two thanks to the annotations in red ink.

There are two ritual implements: a Moonlight Pot for collecting moonlight and a Purple Phoenix Jade, about the size of a palm, with purple aura swirling inside, seemingly condensing into the shape of a bird.

The rest consisted of spirit stones, beast cores, and poison pills. It was customary for the Lingzhen lineage not to prepare antidotes for the poison pills.

Ning Fusang put away the items and went to look at the storage bag that belonged to Cai Lian. As a menial disciple, Cai Lian's family was poor, and the things she had were given to her by Lu Cong.

Among them was the demonic cultivation technique she practiced, called the "Blood Treasury Scripture," which required blood as a catalyst for cultivation. Ning Fusang casually flipped through it a few times, and towards the end, she found some slightly incoherent sentences. After working backward, she realized that the "Blood Treasury Scripture" had been modified.

The original cultivation method used human blood as a catalyst, but the "Blood Treasury Scripture" that Cai Lian obtained only required the blood essence of demon beasts to aid in cultivation.

However, this technique carries the risk of demonic transformation if practiced to the end.

After all, the bodies of humans and demons are different. If too much demon blood essence is introduced into the body, not to mention the issue of compatibility, if the demon bloodline takes the lead, can one still be considered a human cultivator?

Ning Fusang clenched his fist and crushed the jade slip.

In Cai Lian's storage bag, there were also several bottles of demonic beast essence blood, which she put away as well.

The golem was shattered into pieces, and she pieced it back together. The golem was carved from a single piece of black wood, with three faces and six arms. Its first hand was clasped together, as if in a Buddhist gesture. Its second hand held a round bead in each hand, and its third hand held a yoke and a staff.

The golem was ugly in appearance, with a fierce face, and showed intense anger.

Several cracks ran through his nose, mouth, and chest.

Qian Yuan, being knowledgeable and experienced, let out a soft exclamation and said, "This is an Asura statue."

"Asura?" Ning Fusang had never been in contact with demons.

Qianyuan's lazy tone rang out: "Asuras are often filled with hatred and obsessed with fighting, thus falling into evil paths. Among demons, their reputation is second only to the inner demons."

"Inner demons are common; humans, demons, or other beings can all develop inner demons. However, Asuras are not common; in the world of Zhongling, they have long since disappeared."

"However, this statue is only one of the Asuras, not the Asura King, and cannot cause too much trouble."

In this world, even Asuras are rare, let alone an Asura King.

After Ning Fusang burned the demon statue, he began to think about how to deal with the spirit beast Wind Eagle captured by Thousand Spirit Cage.

The Wind Eagle feeds on spirit dew, ensuring its body remains light and untainted by any impurities, allowing it to blend seamlessly with the heavens and earth and fly with the speed of the wind. Having such a spirit beast is convenient for both traveling and escaping, but its drawback is also obvious: it's troublesome to feed. Ning Fusang doesn't have the time to find food for it.

Looking at the wind eagle in the Thousand Spirits Cage, she felt a sense of disinterest, as if she couldn't bring herself to eat it or throw it away.

Killing it wouldn't do me any good; I wouldn't even get a beast core. But if I don't kill it, it carries the mark of the Spirit Feather Palace, which would reveal my location.

After thinking it over, Ning Fusang released the Wind Eagle from the Thousand Spirit Cage and set a trap to kill Xie Taiting's senior brother.

"Right and wrong, fortune and misfortune, are all up to fate."

...deep within the spiritual realm.

An ancient palace stood beneath the blue sky, its heavy stone doors covered in moss. Suddenly, a melodious female voice echoed through the tranquil world.

"Is this the Divine Tree Palace?"

The girl looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, with a bare face and no makeup, her eyebrows and eyes exuding a cool and refined feeling.

As soon as she finished speaking, someone quickly chimed in, "This is the place Qinglin pointed out."

"Miss, let's go inside."

Xiao Qiu stepped forward, her palm pressed against the stone door, and with Xu Jianjia in tow, they disappeared from the palace gate in an instant.

The fallen leaves drifted down slowly to the ground, and tranquility returned to the area.

……

More than a month has passed in the secret realm.

People from various sects have basically found their own allies and are traveling in groups. Sects with better relations have even formed direct alliances to plunder resources from the secret realm.

Countless flying swords shot towards the stone gate in unison, causing a sudden gust of wind to rise all around, but the stone gate remained unmoved.

The woman's eyebrows furrowed, her wide white sleeves fluttering in the breeze. Her voice was as cold as snow on a high mountain: "Even with the combined efforts of my Wanyi Sect Sword Pavilion and your Qiushuang Sword Sect, we still can't break through the stone gate of this palace?"

The flying sword hovered vertically in the air, and everyone's brows and eyes revealed a sense of dejection.

The disciples of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect were led by a man in an apricot-yellow robe. He stood with his hands behind his back, sighed, and shook his head, saying, "This power is still not enough."

"What if we add the disciples of Sword Valley?" the woman in white asked him, turning her head.

Wang Bingxuan chuckled and said, "Sword Valley has declined, and there are fewer than a hundred disciples in the sect. Of those who have come to the secret realm, there are only twenty left. After accounting for the casualties, there are probably only a dozen or so left. This is a drop in the ocean and can hardly be of any use."

Teng Yan went through all the sects and forces that had come to the Twin Heavens Spirit Realm in her mind. The Fate Path Pavilion was good at divination, the Pure Spirit Valley was good at medicine and poison, the Joyful Heavenly Lord was good at illusion, and the Spirit Feather Palace was good at beast taming. None of them were good at brute force.

Only the Southern Star Sword Sect remains...

She slightly raised her eyes to look at Wang Bingxuan, then suppressed the thought.

The Wanyi Sect is now allied with the Qiushuang Sword Sect, while the Qiushuang Sword Sect and the Nanxing Sword Sect have a bad relationship, making cooperation between the two sects difficult.

Her mind was in turmoil, her thoughts in disarray. At this moment, Wang Bingxuan spoke up, saying, "Fairy Tengyan, if we want to break through the gates of this palace, it will be difficult to succeed by relying solely on the cooperation between our two sects. If we wish to obtain the opportunities within the palace, we must invite the Nanxing Sword Sect to cooperate."

Teng Yan was slightly taken aback. She had rejected the Southern Star Sword Sect because she was concerned about the entanglement between the two sects, but she didn't expect that Wang Bingxuan would bring it up himself later.

He seemed to see through Teng Yan's thoughts and smiled slightly, saying, "In this world, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests."

"This mysterious palace is already at the level of a dual-celestial spirit realm. Perhaps the deepest part of it holds the legacy of a powerful being. With interests at stake, what do the grudges between the two sects matter?"

Wang Bingxuan's robes fluttered as he spoke leisurely: "Moreover, sect feuds sometimes don't need to involve oneself."

The Autumn Frost Sword Sect and the Southern Star Sword Sect may have a feud, but are they really going to give up the tangible benefits right in front of them for something so intangible?
The sect is merely an aid on the path of cultivation. Wang Bingxuan clearly knows that he cultivates for himself, not for the sect.

Furthermore, the people of the Southern Star Sword Sect will discover this place sooner or later. It's better to break through the stone gate and obtain the opportunity as soon as possible than to be teleported out when the time comes and get nothing.

(End of this chapter)