Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 126 An Unexpected Encounter with a Fellow Disciple
The sky turned orange-red as it slowly descended. Countless floating clouds were tinged with vibrant colors by the afterglow of the setting sun.

The cultivator, though weathered-looking, was remarkably agile; he rolled away to dodge the cold glint of light.

The enemy's face turned fierce, and he said menacingly, "Old man, hand over that beast core, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse!"

The cultivator's pale lips were tightly closed, and seven or eight wounds were faintly visible all over his body, staining his cloth robes red.

His face was haggard, but his eyes were clear. He knew he had no choice. Whether he handed over the beast core or fought back, his opponent would not let him go. Therefore, he had to fight to the death!
The cultivator's pupils darkened, and with a single hand gesture, the iron sword on the ground trembled slightly before flying into his hand. "If you want to fight, then fight! Why waste words! The outcome is still uncertain!"

Swish swish!
Several swords flashed with a chilling gleam, their shadows swirling in a chaotic display.

The enemy's eyes narrowed, and he snorted, "Those two sword strikes were quite skillful, but unfortunately, they can't save your life!"

"A man who's practically halfway to the grave has only reached the second level of cultivation. Such a mediocre talent would be better off reincarnating early and cultivating a better foundation in his next life!"

The cultivator has not yet reached the age of knowing one's destiny; he has only started cultivating the Tao late, and the years in the mortal world have aged his face somewhat.

He could clearly sense the changes that had occurred to him after learning swordsmanship. His body was strong and healthy, and his movements and reactions were faster than before. After breaking through to the second level, he even felt a few years younger again.

However, the long journey through wind and rain, the yellow sand brushing against his face, and the fierce battle had made him look haggard and old.

Clang! Clang! Clang!
As the cultivator retreated while defending against the attacks, a cold glint suddenly appeared in his eyes. He mustered his strength and deflected the blade that came flying at him from the side. His body was also knocked back by the powerful force, and he steadied himself by bracing himself with his sword.

His companion only had time to shout, "Watch out!"

A streak of pure white light slashed straight at us!
The cultivator's pupils dilated, and he struggled to breathe, unable to dodge this fatal blow. However, he waited for a long time, but the blade never fell.

"Amitabha."

A Buddhist chant reached the ears of those present.

The cultivator was shocked to find that he could not move either. He barely managed to look in the direction from which the sound came from out of the corner of his eye.

A handsome monk, dressed in a snow-white robe, slowly approached, his hands moving his prayer beads.

Accompanying him was a beautiful young woman dressed in black. The cultivator's eyes widened even further when he saw the girl's face.

The girl tilted her head and spoke to the young monk: "Those who kill will always be killed. Young monk, just use the Mirror Flower Void to trap them. Once the Mirror Flower Void is released, what will happen then?"

"In my opinion, it would be easier to finish them off with a single sword strike."

The girl's voice was clear and pure; despite uttering murderous words, she showed no emotional fluctuation whatsoever. It was as if, in her eyes, human life was worthless, something to be disposed of without any burden.

She then added, "If you let them go today, but they kill thousands or tens of thousands of people in the future, wouldn't that also be a part of the little monk's sins?"

“Benefactor Ning, how can there be any logic in this world to fabricate numerous sins for someone based on things that have not yet happened?”

Kong Sheng reached out and patted the cultivator's shoulder, and the invisible restraint vanished instantly.

Hearing the words "numerous crimes," Ning Fusang was not angry. Just as she was about to make a sophistry, her bright, peach-blossom-like eyes reflected a disheveled figure.

Her lips twitched: "Li Yeshan?"

"What are you doing here?" This is Chizhou territory! Why isn't he staying in the sect? What is he doing running so far away?
A previously ignored figure spoke up: "Senior Sister Ning, don't forget me."

Ning Fusang turned her gaze and saw a small blade of grass.

Even he has broken through to the second level of the realm. It seems that she and Kong Sheng have been staying in Chizhou for too long.

The Lingzhou Sword Tournament probably hasn't started yet, right? Ning Fusang thought uncertainly. Kong Sheng rescued Zhi Xiaocao, and the four of them traveled together.

Although she regretted not being able to kill the rogue cultivator, Zhi Xiaocao couldn't say anything since her life had been saved by the monks of Kongyun Temple.

Anyway, once I'm back in Lingzhou, we won't meet again.

"Senior Sister Ning, were you and Master Kongsheng swept to Chizhou by spatial turbulence?"

With such a major mishap occurring at the Twin Heavens Spirit Realm, even these outer disciples have heard rumors about it to varying degrees.

Zhi Xiaocao also roughly knew that the Lingzhou Immortal Sect had suffered heavy losses this time. Many people were swept away by the spatial turbulence, and the number of survivors was really not large.

It cannot be ruled out that some people died in the secret realm.

However, the gains of the major sects were also substantial. More than half of those who survived the Twin Heaven Spirit Realm had broken through to a higher realm.

Countless spiritual herbs and rare treasures were brought back to the sect. The most talked-about item was that Lingyu Palace captured a snow-white celestial horse, hornless and wingless, yet capable of soaring through the clouds and mist, faster than a divine speed talisman.

Pegasus is a type of mythical beast, even rarer than dragons. If the people of Lingyu Palace hadn't captured a Pegasus this time, everyone would have assumed that this type of mythical beast had long been extinct.

Ning Fusang hummed in agreement and asked him, "What's going on between you and Li Yeshan? You've both come to Chizhou."

When his name was called, Li Yeshan stammered, "I'm here to do a sect mission."

Ning Fusang raised an eyebrow: "The sect's mission couldn't possibly be issued this far away, could it?"

What level are he and Zhi Xiaocao at? Even if there are missions in other states, they won't be the ones chosen.

Such a task should be posted in the inner sect's task hall.

Li Yeshan realized he hadn't explained clearly and added, "The spatial turbulence caused by the Twin Heavens Spirit Realm swept some of the sect's disciples to other states. Their life lamps are still lit in the Life Star Tower. The sect issued a mission, sending outer disciples to infiltrate other states, gather intelligence, and send the message back so that they can send people to rescue them."

Inner disciples are the elite, and apart from those who are training outside or in seclusion, there are not many who can be sent out. However, the number of outer disciples is huge, so it is indeed more suitable and efficient for them to do this task.

Suddenly, Zhi Xiaocao exclaimed, "Senior Sister Ning, look, isn't that a corpse hanging on the wall?"

Ning Fusang narrowed his eyes and looked at the earthen city wall in the distance. There were several corpses hanging on the city wall by hemp ropes.

She said calmly, "What's the big deal? Haven't you ever seen a dead person before?"

Kong Sheng looked at him with pity and sighed.

Upon closer inspection, Zhi Xiaocao noticed that these corpses all shared a common characteristic: "Why were their hands all cut off?"

Ning Fusang glanced up and a peculiar sect came to mind. "Are they from the Miaokong Sect?"

Zhi Xiaocao and Li Yeshan looked at her.

"What kind of sect is this? I've never heard of it before."

Zhi Xiaocao couldn't understand how Ning Fusang recognized these corpses, which had no special markings except for their hands being cut off.
"Have you ever heard of 'the master thief'?" Ning Fusang had basically confirmed the identities of these corpses. "The people of the Miaokong Sect can steal what they want from cultivators without anyone noticing, which naturally arouses public resentment."

"Therefore, any member of the Miaokong Sect who unfortunately falls into the hands of others will have their hands cut off as a warning."

(End of this chapter)