Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 124 Ordinary People's Town
The sun sets in the west, and the bright moon takes its place, in an endless cycle.

Ning Fusang felt the changes in her body, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"The fruit of the immortal parasol tree truly lives up to its reputation as a holy medicine for healing."

She got out of bed, stretched her limbs, and put away the Snow Bamboo Array.

The aura of the divination sticks has dimmed considerably; they can probably still be used once more.

After the magic circle disappeared, various lively sounds from outside the window drifted in.

"Selling wontons! Thin wrappers and tender fillings, only six coins!"

"Artemisia sachet, it repels mosquitoes and insects, ma'am, would you like to take a look? Young girls have delicate skin and are very prone to mosquito bites!"

"Lantern, lantern! Mother, I want that rabbit lantern!"

"..."

Ning Fusang stood by the window, looking down at the street. The streets, quiet and deserted during the day, became much more lively at night.

Various lanterns hang from the tall wooden lantern frames, their dazzling lights reflecting each other to create a beautiful scene.

The breathtakingly beautiful scene of lights illuminating the night was a feast for the eyes, and the entire town was immersed in joy and peace.

A child wearing a tiger-head mask tugged at his mother's sleeve and cried out urgently, "Mother, I want to see a shadow play!"

Another little girl with a lotus bud on her head protested, stamping her foot and saying, "We don't want to see the shadow play, Mother! Let's go see the fire pot performance first! If we go too late, we won't be able to see it!"

In front of a cloth sign that read "Noodles," two monks pulled out stools, sat down, and called inside, "Two bowls of plain noodles, with extra scallions!"

The waiter replied, "Alright! Please wait a moment, sir, it'll be right there."

Ning Fusang was eavesdropping on other people's conversation when she was about to go downstairs. Suddenly, words like Yanzhi Mountain, auspicious omen, and heavenly spiritual herb reached her ears.

The girl remained calm and looked towards the noodle stall.

The two monks, dressed in plain clothes and with wooden hairpins, were no different from ordinary people. One had a bamboo fan hanging from his waist, and the other had a short knife hanging from his waist.

The cultivator with a short sword hanging at his waist wolfed down a mouthful of noodles, while his companion took out a jar of wine from his storage bag and called the waiter to bring two empty bowls.

"Have you heard about the strange phenomenon at Yanzhi Mountain a few months ago? There was wind and rain, lightning and thunder. Such a commotion, who knows, maybe a treasure has appeared!"

The sword-wielding cultivator and his companion downed a bowl of wine, then scoffed, "What kind of rare treasure? This information is so outdated."

"There's a fight going on in that godforsaken place, the Yanzhishan Desert! A whole bunch of people traveled a long way, only to end up stranded and dead in the Yanzhishan Desert, and the number is no less than this!"

The monk wrote a few words on the table.

His companion leaned over to look, then sat back down, muttering, "That's really unfortunate. That awful place, the Yanzhishan Desert, is easy to get into but hard to get out of."

"I don't know which unscrupulous person spread the rumor about a rare treasure, tricking so many people into going there to their deaths!"

The monk seemed to be holding back his anger. He had also believed it and traveled a long way to Yanzhi Mountain, but he arrived late and heard about the latter version of the rumor halfway there, so he turned back.

Legend has it that the battle depleted the spiritual energy of Yanzhi Mountain, and no one knows who or what deity was behind it.

His companion then asked, "Brother, have you ever heard of the story of a rogue cultivator in the mountains who was hit on the head by a beast core?"

The cultivator's expression grew increasingly grim: "It's not just beast cores hitting our heads; stories of spiritual plants falling from the sky, finding magical artifacts while walking at night, and waking up to find our faces covered in cultivation techniques have gone viral. How come we brothers never encounter such good fortune?"

His companion sighed, and the two clinked bowls together and drank in silence.

Ning Fusang was relieved to hear no details about the battle.

As for the Heavenly Spirit Plant Technique, it must have been affected by the spatial turbulence, since the entire Twin Heavens Spirit Realm collapsed.

Most of the storage bags she lost were picked up by others.

The appearance of the Twin Heavenly Spirit Realm was kept secret from Yuling Prefecture, and the other prefectures were unaware of it. However, after this commotion broke out, the other immortal sects should have guessed what was going on. Ning Fusang went downstairs and asked the waiter, "Hasn't the little monk who came with me returned?"

This inn is only for cultivators. The waiter is also a low-level cultivator with only the first level of cultivation. He never judges people by their appearance.

Because the other person was a monk, whose appearance was easy to remember, the waiter immediately recalled: "Your companion went out a quarter of an hour ago and has not returned."

Ning Fusang nodded, and seeing him working on the abacus, she suddenly asked, "Do you have any silver coins that ordinary people use?"

The waiter had low aptitude and had reached the limit of the first level of cultivation. In terms of skill, he was only slightly better than an ordinary martial artist, so he stayed at the inn to work. As for the money, he naturally had it.

"How much does the young lady need?"

Ning Fusang thought for a moment, and without making things difficult for him, said, "One spirit stone for three hundred coins."

The waiter was overjoyed. He quickly counted out three hundred copper coins for her, then took the walnut-sized spirit stone, polished it again and again, and put it into his purse.

Ning Fusang's figure had already disappeared into the crowd.

She bought two sugar paintings and two candied hawthorns, sat down in front of a restaurant, and ordered a bowl of wontons.

The array isolated her from outside noise, and Ning Fusang didn't know how much time had passed. In any case, she was very hungry.

Let's talk about fasting later.

After finishing his meal, Ning Fusang put down six copper coins and strolled along with the crowd.

With three hundred copper coins in her pocket, she could buy almost anything she wanted.

"Young lady, would you like to guess some riddles?"

The vendor called out to her, speaking eloquently and incessantly: "My lanterns come in all shapes and sizes, from those that fly in the sky to those that run on the ground to those that swim in the sea. There's bound to be one that will satisfy you, young lady!"

"If you can guess ten riddles correctly, you can choose any of these lanterns, young lady!"

The vendor spoke magnanimously, behind him, lantern racks hung with all sorts of lanterns, like twinkling stars.

Ning Fusang pointed and asked, "How much is that lantern at the very top?"

Following Ning Fusang's direction, the vendor glanced at it and said, "That lantern isn't for sale. It's only given away if the person who guesses the most riddles correctly gets it."

"Fifty coins."

The vendor looked conflicted, still wanting to persuade her to participate in the lantern riddle guessing activity. He thought to himself that even if the girl didn't guess many correctly, he would still sell her the lantern.

"One hundred coins."

Vendor: "!!!"

Ning Fusang left with the lantern. Her lantern was clearly exquisitely crafted, made of different materials, and uniquely beautiful.

Many children on the street were drawn to the lantern and started pestering their parents to buy them the same one.

The woman could tell at a glance that the lantern was expensive, and she glared at it, saying, "What are you buying? Didn't you choose this tiger lantern yourself?"

Among the ordinary lanterns, one tiger lantern can cost as much as two or three ordinary lanterns.

The woman, pulling the child along, avoided the young girl and walked on. Once the exceptionally beautiful lantern was out of sight, the child's crying finally stopped.

Ning Fusang wandered aimlessly, while in the distance, there were dazzling lights, countless stars, and golden snakes dancing, which caused a surge of people and shouts.

The lantern festival in the small town was incredibly lively. Ning Fusang spotted the little monk.

He squatted on the ground, seemingly taking the old man's pulse.

(End of this chapter)