Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 108 Six People Form a Group
When Ning Fusang arrived at the Stone Palace, a strong smell of blood filled the air.

Crimson blood, like flowing water, spread out from behind the stone gate.

Several young monks dressed in snow-white robes were chanting the Rebirth Mantra, their expressions filled with compassion.

Sensing someone's arrival, Wuchen slightly turned his head, a strange emotion flashing in his eyes. It was the girl who had been sleeping while listening to her senior brother's sermon in Pingluo Town.

All the people had left, and amidst the comings and goings of people, she remained kneeling on the prayer mat, sleeping.

The eldest disciple couldn't bear to wake her, and in order to collect the prayer mat, he didn't return to the temple until evening.

Ning Fusang was always perceptive. As soon as the other person's probing gaze fell on her, she noticed it, looked up and asked, "What happened here?"

So many people died.

It seems that sending others ahead to scout the way was a very wise choice for her.

Wuchen climbed down from the rock, his snow-white monk's robe slightly stained with mud. He clasped his hands together in a Buddhist salute before saying, "After the Autumn Frost Sword Sect, the Southern Star Sword Sect, and the Sword Pavilion of the Myriad Rites Sect joined forces to break through the stone palace gate, other sects and forces arrived shortly afterward..."

He looked behind the stone gate. "After a quarter of an hour, blood began to flow out. I don't know what happened."

Ning Fusang thought he looked familiar, and some fragmented images suddenly flashed through her mind. She casually asked, "The little monk who was giving the sermon didn't come?"

"You mean Senior Brother Kongsheng, right, female benefactor?" Wuchen's eyes flashed with admiration. "Senior Brother is in the Second Heaven Secret Realm."

Those who can go to the Second Heaven Secret Realm must be cultivators at least at the seventh level or above. I didn’t expect that the little monk, who looks so young, would have a higher cultivation level than Yang Ruo.

As they were speaking, several figures arrived riding the wind.

The group consisted of four men and one woman. One was a cultivator from the Life Path Pavilion holding a compass, another was a man in a Dharma robe whose origins were unclear, and the other two were familiar faces: Xie Taiting from the Spirit Feather Palace and Fairy Green Willow from the Joyful Heaven.

The last time we met, the two sides were still arguing over who would get the demon monk. Now, they seem so amicable. Indeed, as long as interests align, there's nothing that can't be negotiated.

Xie Taiting smiled and greeted her, "Fairy Ning, how have you been?"

Ning Fusang smiled and said, "Of course everything is fine."

Having taken so many treasures from Xie Taiting, she couldn't possibly live a bad life.

A look of surprise appeared in Green Willow's eyes: "The Twin Heavens Spirit Realm is so vast, it's such a coincidence that we all met here."

With a gentle smile, she invited Ning Fusang to join the group: "Miss Ning, we should be the last group to arrive at the Stone Palace. Why don't you come with us so we can look out for each other?"

Xie Taiting remained silent, even though Lvwu hadn't invited Ning Fusang; he would have spoken up anyway.

Spirit stones and pills are one thing, but the Bewitching Heart Bell and the Thousand Spirit Cage were two spiritual artifacts that he had no choice but to give away. If given the chance, he would naturally want to redeem them.

Ning Fusang glanced at the group of people and said with a smile, "Okay."

She had her eye on the people of the Fate Pavilion.

The Stone Palace has a complex terrain, which makes things much easier for those from the Life Path Pavilion. After all, she really doesn't know any formations.

Xie Taiting invited the young monks from Kongyun Temple, but only Wuchen went to the Stone Palace; the others stayed outside.

"I am Qiu Xingchuan, a cultivator from the Mingdao Pavilion," the man in the blue Taoist robe, holding a compass, introduced himself.

The other person, dressed in blue with black hair, had a straight nose and a handsome face, but was taciturn and only gave his name: "Xuanming".

The group entered the stone gate. Xie Taiting and Lvwu switched places, and Xie Taiting stood next to Ning Fusang. He transmitted his voice and said, "Xuanming is not a member of the sect. His master is the mountain lord of Wuding Mountain, Mingyue Sanren, a cultivator of the twelfth realm."

When it came to cultivators at the twelfth realm, Ning Fusang understood that such a powerful figure certainly deserved respect.

In this world, the realm of gods is ethereal and unattainable; no one has ever reached it. Transformation Realm cultivators are as rare as dragons, appearing and disappearing without a trace; in the entire Zhongling World, there are only a handful of them.

Below that are the thirteenth realm Ming Realm cultivators and the twelfth realm Tong Realm cultivators. The Southern Star Sword Sect only has three Supreme Elders who are Ming Realm cultivators. However, of the three Supreme Elders, it is publicly known that one has already perished.

The remaining two Grand Elders were completely unknown within the sect; no one had ever seen them before. It was utterly unbelievable whether they were still alive.

A cultivator at the twelfth realm is already considered to be at the summit.

Ning Fusang understood Xie Taiting's goodwill; he wanted to take something back from her.

As expected, Xie Taiting then said, "Fellow Daoist Ning, I can do without the Bewitching Heart Bell, but this Thousand Spirit Cage is very useful to me. I would like to redeem it. Spirit stones, pills, treasures—anything I have, Fellow Daoist Ning can choose."

When the Bewitching Bell was refined, Xie Taiting sensed that his connection with it had been severed. However, for a long time, his connection with the Thousand Spirit Cage remained. Xie Taiting was even happy that the Thousand Spirit Cage had not been refined, either because Ning Fusang couldn't refine it, or because she wasn't interested in it. In that case, his chances of getting the Thousand Spirit Cage back were much greater.

As long as he is not too far from the Thousand Spirit Cage, he can control the magical artifact and bring it back to his own hands.

Unexpectedly, just over a month ago, while he was cultivating, he suddenly sensed that his connection with the Thousand Spirit Cage had been severed.

Xie Taiting didn't know whether Ning Fusang had refined the Thousand Spirit Cage or whether she had sold the artifact to someone else, who then refined it.

Ning Fusang, not wanting to be bothered by Xie Taiting, said without changing her expression, "I've sold the spiritual artifact."

Xie Taiting looked at her suspiciously. Just then, a loud noise came from ahead, interrupting his thoughts.

Dust billowed, accompanied by a hazy yellow smoke, rushing towards them. Green moss covered her face, revealing only a pair of bright eyes as she observed the movements ahead.

"Luckily, we just stopped." If we had taken two more steps, we probably would have been crushed into mincemeat by this giant guillotine.

Looking at the blood, mud, and broken bones scattered on the ground, Green Willow couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

Qiu Xingchuan said, "The runes on the guillotine have a concealment effect, so it is normal that ordinary cultivators cannot sense its existence."

"If the compass hadn't been unusual, I probably wouldn't have discovered its existence."

Qiu Xingchuan was being modest; no one would really believe him.

If even the people from the Mingdao Pavilion couldn't discover the array runes here, then no one else could either.

At this moment, the magic circle manifested, and the blood and mud on the ground were the best proof.

"Is this road a dead end?" Xuanming asked, his brows furrowed.

The guillotine is still there, and the formation is intact, indicating that no one went there.

"Let me elaborate further," Qiu Xingchuan murmured. "The death of Xiu Sheng and the opening of Jing indicate danger and panic in this place..."

He looked up and saw nothing but emptiness. The guillotine was right there, but "the Gate of Injury, the Gate of Death, and the Gate of Shock were all difficult to see."

As Qiu Xingchuan calculated, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He wiped the sweat with his sleeve and drew symbols in the air that no one could understand, before the symbols fell onto the compass.

(End of this chapter)