Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 118 Miaoyin Zong Qingchen

The woman's attire was gorgeous and exquisite. She wore a gold skirt, adorned with hairpins and hair ornaments, and had a pair of phoenix eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. They were like shimmering amber, exuding a captivating beauty.

Holding a flute, she came riding the wind, her colorful ribbons fluttering in the breeze, making her incredibly graceful.

As expected of one of the three great immortal sects, the Miaoyin Sect's formidable strength caused a storm in the hearts of Tu Zhen and his companions, who were completely suppressed and powerless to fight back!
Only the man carrying the zither looked delighted and kept trying to get closer to the woman: "I am Liu Nan'an. Thank you for saving my life, Senior Sister. May I ask how you are addressed?"

The woman said, "My surname is Qing, and my given name is Chen."

Upon hearing this, Liu Nan'an didn't have time to think it through and subconsciously clapped his hands, saying, "Qingcheng, what a beautiful name! Senior Sister is a goddess descended to earth, with unparalleled beauty. Only the name Qingcheng is enough to match her."

The woman frowned: "Are you deaf?"

Are Qingchen and Qingcheng pronounced the same?
Seeing this pretty boy using sweet talk and flirting with a fairy from the Miaoyin Sect, Tu Zhen immediately spat and said to the female cultivator, "Fairy Qingchen, this pretty boy is a master of honeyed words and a black-hearted scoundrel. Don't be fooled!"

"His 'Qin Music Classic' was clearly tricked into coming from my younger sister! The disciple of the Wonderful Sound Sect should have been my sister!"

"Oh?" Qingchen was unaware of such a hidden story. A hint of interest appeared in her phoenix eyes. "Tell me about it."

Just as Liu Nan'an was about to speak to defend himself, the woman raised her hand, silencing him.

All he could do was stare wide-eyed as Tu Zhen spoke eloquently, his spittle flying everywhere.

The story goes something like this. Tu Zhen's younger sister accidentally discovered the "Qin Qu Jing" (Classic of Qin Music). Since she was a woman, this technique was suitable for her, so Tu Zhen ordered his men to search for famous qin (a seven-stringed zither).

This action was noticed by Liu Nan'an, who had ulterior motives. He came up with a plan and, relying on his good looks, tricked Tu Yun into giving him the "Qin Qu Jing" (Classic of Qin Music).

Tu Zhen was furious. He led his men down the mountain, determined to kill the pretty boy and reclaim the "Qin Qu Jing"!
During the pursuit, they encountered several other groups. After a fierce battle, Tu Zhen's side, including himself, had five people, while the rats' side had three.

Then, I met Qingchen.

The woman raised an eyebrow slightly, lifting Liu Nan'an's silence, and said calmly, "It's your turn to explain."

These words sounded indifferent, devoid of emotion, as if to say, "Now that you've finished your explanation, you can go your way."

Liu Nan'an couldn't figure out if this fairy meant it that way either. He said without changing his expression, "Senior sister, what Tu Zhen said is pure slander. I am definitely not that kind of person."

Qingchen didn't know whether she believed him or not, but she nodded and said, "The third chapter of the Qin Music Classic, Sound Killing."

Liu Nan'an immediately understood what this eccentric senior sister meant. She wanted to test his level, and if she was satisfied, he could become a disciple of the Miaoyin Sect.

If she is not satisfied...

Thinking of this, a hint of seriousness appeared in Liu Nan'an's eyes. However, he had mastered the art of sound killing to perfection, so killing Tu Zhen and the others would not be a problem!

Zheng——

The sound of the zither drifted down, carrying a chilling and deadly intent!

……

In the distance, Kong Sheng raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Such a powerful killing sound, it seems bloodshed is imminent," he whispered.

Ning Fusang slowly asked, "Is the little monk going to build a pagoda?"

Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

She was joking about herself, saying she was going to rescue someone.

Kong Sheng nodded calmly: "Since we've encountered this, we won't ignore it."

He thought Ning Fusang would think he was meddling, but to his surprise, the girl tossed the sand in her hand, stood up, and said, "Let's go see what's going on."

Although only 30% of their spiritual power had been restored, the little monk was a Knowledge Realm cultivator, and with himself being a sixth-level cultivator, what kind of spectacle couldn't they watch?

Kong Sheng watched her retreating figure and shook his head helplessly.

...Tu Zhen resisted with all his might. His spiritual energy shield was like the most indestructible armor. Countless cyan sonic blades struck it and then dissipated.

Liu Nan'an was truly uneasy now. He pursed his lips, flicked his finger, and unleashed a sonic attack, like a stampede of horses, whistling past.

click-

A tiny crack appeared in the barrier, and Liu Nan was overjoyed. He then plucked the strings of his zither again.

Boom!
A dull bell tolled, and Liu Nan'an suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood that landed on the zither.

He gritted his teeth and looked up, and a golden bell shone down on Tu Zhen and the others!
Golden Bell Cover!
Buddhist monks!

The languid look in Qingchen's eyes faded. A splash of snow-white color entered her vision.

The young monk had beautiful features and wore a white kasaya. Even though the kasaya was stained with blood, it did not diminish his otherworldly air.

A young woman traveling with us, dressed in an apricot-colored dress, with slightly upturned eyes, possessed a cool and elegant demeanor.

Both of them were injured, yet they still had to come out and intervene in injustices, which made Qingchen smile.

"Little monk, which sect do you belong to?" she asked.

Monks do not lie, but they can also choose not to speak.

Kong Sheng did not answer the question. After all, this was in Chizhou. If he and Benefactor Ning were discovered to be from Lingzhou, it would probably cause trouble.

Ning Fusang glanced at the little monk, surprised that he wasn't so pedantic and naive after all!

He clasped his hands together in a Buddhist gesture: "This humble monk wishes to save someone; please, female benefactor, show mercy."

Ning Fusang chuckled from the side, and Kong Sheng looked at her in confusion, "Why does Benefactor Ning laugh at me?"

She said, "Speaking so arrogantly, you deserve a beating."

He wanted to save people, so this female cultivator from the Miaoyin Sect had to show mercy. Wasn't this blatantly saying, "Female benefactor, you are no match for me. You should stop and leave as soon as possible?"
Kong Sheng didn't mean that. He was simply stating that he wanted to save this group of people.

If this female benefactor is willing to show leniency, it would save us from a fight.

Qing Chen said softly, "Yeah, talking so arrogantly is just asking for a beating."

With a flick of her wrist, she produced a seven-stringed zither and began to pluck its strings.

The vast, resounding music, like a torrential downpour, echoed throughout heaven and earth!
Liu Nan'an was shaken and quickly grabbed two wads of cotton to plug his ears. His eyes gleamed with a burning light.

The Classic of Qin Music!
Senior Sister Qingchen played the "Sound Kill" from the third chapter of the "Qin Qu Jing"!

The same melody produced drastically different results in her hands. From the very first note, Liu Nan'an realized just how vast the gap was between herself and Qing Chen.

This is a world of difference!
Liu Nan'an's chest was churning with anger, but when he looked at the little monk, his expression remained calm and serene.

Golden light shone all over its top, like a golden statue of a pagoda.

Isn't this the "extraordinary treasure" divine light he discovered earlier? Liu Nan'an was stunned.

Inside the barrier, Tu Zhen finally caught his breath and muttered, "When did such a powerful little monk emerge from Chizhou?"

They were even able to withstand the attacks of the Miaoyin Sect.

When the song ended, Qing Chen's face was ashen. "I underestimated you."

After speaking, he changed the tune, and the melody, like a babbling brook, resounded throughout the desert.

Ning Fusang saw that the sand beneath her feet was flowing rapidly, as if something was about to burst out.

(End of this chapter)