Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 115 Innate Spiritual Body
The distortion of space made her feel dizzy and lightheaded. Ning Fusang suppressed the churning in her stomach, her consciousness gradually dissipating. In the end, she only vaguely saw a golden light.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but for a moment her mind cleared. It seemed as if a dry wind was brushing against her cheek.

My throat is dry and sore, and it's even difficult to swallow.

Ning Fusang barely managed to open her eyes. A bright, dazzling sun shone into her vision. She closed her eyes again, waited a while, and then opened them once more to survey her surroundings.

The setting sun casts a golden glow upon the boundless desert, where the fine sand displays a myriad of colors, as if a celestial goddess had shattered a rouge box, scattering fragrant powder upon the earth.

This doesn't resemble the scenery of Lingzhou.

More importantly, this place has absolutely no spiritual energy. Rolling heat waves, carrying dust and sand, rush towards you.

"Cough cough—" She choked a few times, her throat was dry and itchy, and with each cough, the obvious swelling and pain returned.

"Benefactor, you are awake."

The young monk's voice was also a little hoarse as he asked with concern.

Just as Ning Fusang was about to ask where this place was, she suddenly paused, noticing a change in her aura. Her eyes flashed, and a snow-white dagger appeared in her sleeve, which she then thrust at Kong Sheng.

The cold light came too fast, and Kong Sheng was caught off guard. He rolled on the ground to avoid the first blow, his face full of confusion: "I saved you, benefactor, why do you want to kill this humble monk?"

Ning Fusang's voice was extremely cold: "You saw something you shouldn't have seen, and only the dead can keep secrets."

Upon hearing her words, Kong Sheng understood: "Are you referring to the matter of spirits, benefactor?"

Those born with a spiritual body do not need to deliberately absorb spiritual energy; it will naturally enter their bodies. When Ning Fusang woke up, she discovered that her cultivation level was at the sixth level. This could only be because she was severely injured in the spatial turbulence and lost consciousness. At that moment, the valves in her body opened wide, and spiritual energy entered her body without restraint, allowing her to break through to the sixth level on her own.

This desert isn't devoid of spiritual energy; rather, its spiritual energy has been completely absorbed by her spiritual body!
The young monk from Kongyun Temple must have seen the scene of her absorbing spiritual energy even when she was unconscious, so he had to die.

Although Ning Fusang had broken through to the sixth level, her spiritual power had been completely exhausted when she broke through the barrier. She used a little spiritual power from the green jade gourd, held a dagger, and stabbed it toward Kong Sheng's face.

The young monk appeared to be seriously injured, leaving crimson bloodstains on the ground where he had rolled. He gripped the white blade with his bare hands, and warm blood dripped onto his pale face. However, there was not a trace of anger in his eyes. Instead, he calmly said, "Female benefactor, this humble monk will not reveal this secret."

The girl's face, cold as frost, was magnified in Kong Sheng's eyes. A smile curved his lips: "A monk does not lie."

It's unclear what the little monk ate to grow up, but he possessed incredible strength. The dagger couldn't penetrate any further. Ning Fusang felt her spiritual energy rapidly draining away. She lowered her eyes slightly and discovered that her jade gourd had a broken corner and was empty of spiritual energy.

The snow-white dagger's radiance gradually dimmed.

Ning Fusang said in a hoarse voice, "Just because you're a monk, does that mean I have to believe you?"

“Little monk, even a saint may not be able to put knowledge into practice, let alone you who are not a saint.”

She twirled the dagger, her eyes devoid of any smile: "In this world, neither the sun nor the human heart can be looked at directly. I cannot see whether there is truly a Buddha in your heart, so how can I be certain that you are utterly devout to the Buddha?"

"Only a fool would believe a statement made without any basis."

After Ning Fusang finished speaking, she raised her elbow and bumped into Kong Sheng, taking the opportunity to snatch back the dagger and stab it into his heart. A layer of golden light deflected the dagger away.

A look of astonishment flashed in her eyes: "You've already achieved the Golden Body of the Floating Pagoda?"

How can this be?

How old is he?

Are you twenty years old yet?

Kong Sheng took a couple of breaths, sat up, and said, "Benefactor, you can't kill this humble monk. We'd better talk things over." Ning Fusang picked up the dagger. Although he had put away his killing intent, the chill emanating from his body seemed to freeze even the air.

Kong Sheng coughed weakly twice, his lips devoid of any color. He said, "This humble monk swears to Buddha that I will never reveal the matter of the female benefactor's spirit."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fusang's expression softened slightly, but her tone remained impolite: "What if you break this oath?"

Kong Sheng naturally picked up on her words and said, "If I break this vow, I will never see the Buddha again in my lifetime."

The young monk had a serene face, and his eyes were filled with flawless seriousness and composure.

Ning Fusang suddenly laughed.

Its body is like a Bodhi tree, unstained by dust, pure and without blemish.

It makes people want to trust it unconditionally.

Ning Fusang believed his promise, but maliciously said, "Such punishment is nothing to those who do not believe in Buddhism."

"How can the little monk know that he will still believe in Buddha in the future, even though he is chanting scriptures and reciting Buddhist mantras today?"

Kong Sheng wasn't angry; he just felt somewhat helpless. "What does that female benefactor want?"

Ning Fusang's nonchalant expression vanished, replaced by a solemn and serious one. She stared at Kong Sheng and said, "If one day the secret of my innate spiritual body is exposed, I will kill every single monk in Kongyun Temple."

These words were filled with murderous intent, causing Kong Sheng to frown. His voice was no longer as calm as before: "Benefactor, how can the promise between us be sworn on the life of another?"

Ning Fusang narrowed her eyes: "Do you intend to break your oath?"

“Of course not,” Kong Sheng replied instinctively.

"If that's the case, little monk, what are you worried about?"

Kong Sheng patiently explained, "This humble monk will not break his vow, but since it was this humble monk who made the vow, the one who should keep the vow is only this humble monk."

"If I break my promise to the female benefactor, and fail to attain enlightenment, see the Tathagata, or enter the cycle of reincarnation, I am willing to bear it all. But no matter what, I will never use the lives of my fellow disciples at Kongyun Temple to keep my oath."

Ning Fusang was unyielding, and the young monk was equally stubborn. The same vow held different meanings in their hearts.

After a long silence, the young monk spoke first, breaking the deadlock: "Those born with a spiritual body possess unparalleled talent. No matter which immortal sect they belong to, they would be highly sought-after figures. Why are you so afraid of being known, female benefactor?"

Ning Fusang gave him a disgruntled look: "Can't you speak properly?"

Kong Sheng recalled his words and roughly knew which word had offended her. He took the initiative to apologize, saying, "I'm sorry, I spoke rudely."

Ning Fusang's expression softened slightly. Now that the little monk knew about her innate spiritual body, she didn't mind saying a little more.

After clearing his throat, he countered with a question: "Leaving aside the fact that Zhongling Tianxia has a history of over 241,200 years, just consider the world today. Apart from the young master of Lingyu Palace being an idiot, have you ever seen any other people born with a spiritual body?"

Kong Sheng paused for a moment, then said, "Apart from the female benefactor, there is none."

He wasn't stupid; he could naturally tell that there was a deeper meaning in Ning Fusang's words.

Kong Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly and asked seriously, "Where did those people with innate spiritual bodies go?"

(End of this chapter)