Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 127 Setting up a stall in Japan
"It's strange that such a sect exists," Zhi Xiaocao murmured. "Why not find a proper immortal sect to learn the Dao? How can one achieve success by stealing the Dao?"

A disciple from such a sect is always surrounded by controversy. Many people dislike him, even more so than those who practice heresy.

Kong Sheng shook his head and said, "The Miao Kong Sect is not that simple. Stealing is the lowest of the low."

It sounds like the young monk's understanding of the Miaokong Sect is more than just a little bit.

Before Ning Fusang could speak, Zhi Xiaocao, with an eager thirst for knowledge, humbly inquired, "What kind of existence is the Miaokong Sect?"

Kong Sheng asked him, "Have you ever heard the saying that 'He who steals a hook is punished, but he who steals a country becomes a prince'?"

Zhi Xiaocao nodded, only half understanding: "So, the things that Miaokong Sect steals are not only cultivators' storage bags, but also an entire sect?"

He couldn't think of anything else a cultivator could have stolen besides their possessions. The analogy of "stealing a country" naturally brought to mind "sects."

But Miaokong Sect has its own sect.

As Zhi Xiaocao let her imagination run wild, Kong Sheng's eyes flickered slightly, but he maintained his good manners and smiled faintly.

Ning Fusang ignored him and burst out laughing.

Li Yeshan lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

Kong Sheng said calmly, "Stealing from a sect, in a way, is acceptable."

Hearing this, Zhi Xiaocao realized that Kong Sheng's words did not mean what he had thought. He chuckled awkwardly, scratching his ear.

But this awkwardness quickly turned into shock in Kong Sheng's gentle and welcoming words.

"Disciples of the Miaokong Sect consider stealing as inferior. True masters steal spiritual power, lifespan, fortune, and heavenly secrets."

Zhi Xiaocao's eyes widened, her voice trembling: "Stealing heavenly secrets?"

All he knew was that when cultivators reached a certain level of power, they could glimpse the secrets of heaven and predict the future. This was what the Fate Path Pavilion excelled at.

Zhi Xiaocao never imagined that the matter of deducing destiny could be viewed from this perspective.

Kong Sheng nodded and said calmly, "Sometimes stolen secrets are more accurate than those that are deduced."

Deductions can be flawed; the trajectory of fate is incredibly complex, and even those who are directly involved may not be able to see it clearly.

Those who steal the secrets of heaven do so silently, shielding themselves from the ways of heaven. There are only two possible outcomes: either they fail or they succeed.

Zhi Xiaocao remained silent for a long time, unable to calm down.

He now realized how narrow-minded he had been. When it came to the word "theft," he could only see external things. If Kong Sheng hadn't told him, Zhi Xiaocao would never have imagined that one could steal such ethereal things as a person's lifespan and fortune.

As for stealing heavenly secrets, he dared not even think about it.

How powerful must one be to dare to steal from the Heavenly Dao?

Outside the city, yellow sand swirled and few people were to be seen, but inside the city, it was bustling and prosperous.

This is normal.

The mortal eye cannot see the "celestial city". Even if occasionally, the shadow of the "celestial city" is seen by mortals, it is only a mirage when they get closer.

The streets were lined with all sorts of stalls, selling pills, talismans, and array plates—a dazzling array that was hard to resist.

The shouts of vendors rose and fell, making the whole street incredibly noisy.

Looking at all the rare and precious treasures, Zhi Xiaocao could only lament that poverty limited her.

He and Li Yeshan had been to Huangyun City before and stayed there for a few days, so he volunteered to take Ning Fusang and Kong Sheng to the inn where they had stayed before.

The inn was several streets away from the street where the stalls were set up, relatively quiet, and the price was reasonable for Ning Fusang at the moment, two spirit stones a night. Zhi Xiaocao reached for her storage bag, then suddenly turned pale: "I've lost my storage bag..."

He clearly tied several knots and hung them inside his robe, how could he have lost them?

The innkeeper was unsurprised. "It was probably stolen by the Miaokong Sect. You'll get used to it."

Zhi Xiaocao was seething with anger; how could he possibly get used to this! Although there wasn't much in the storage bag, it was still worth a hundred spirit stones!
He had saved up for so long to buy a storage bag, and it was gone? Zhi Xiaocao's face turned very pale as she tried to recall what had happened on her way to the city, but she couldn't make heads or tails of it.

"Is there still a chance to find it?" Zhi Xiaocao murmured, her face pale.

The shopkeeper scoffed as if he'd heard a joke: "Looking for a needle in a haystack? Do you think you can find it?"

He wasn't mocking Zhi Xiaocao; the shopkeeper also deeply loathed the people of Miaokong Sect.

The young monk, showing great kindness, paid the room fee for Zhi Xiaocao.

Ning Fusang took the key but didn't go upstairs; instead, she walked outside.

Looking at the figure in black, Zhi Xiaocao temporarily forgot the sadness of losing her storage bag: "Where did Senior Sister Ning go?"

Li Yeshan said indifferently, "In any case, it wasn't to find your storage bag."

Zhi Xiaocao: "..." He didn't even dare to hope for that.

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A corner of the market town.

A monk in brown robes looked around and, seeing that no one was around, opened the storage bag he had just stolen.

Then, he smirked and glared with his beady eyes, "What a penniless wretch! Such a little junk, and he still has to carry it in a storage bag. Even a rat would cry if it saw it."

The monk cursed under his breath. He should have just stolen that monk's storage bag.

Actually, his original target was the girl in black. Among the four, she was the one who looked the most noble and wealthy.

However, as he approached the girl, he felt an indescribable sense of oppression, and his heart beat a breath faster than usual. The cultivator trusted his intuition and changed his target.

Unexpectedly, this exchange resulted in the emptier storage bag he had ever seen in his thieving career. He was afraid his fellow thieves would laugh at him if word got out.

"If I had known this would happen, I would have been better off stealing that girl in black's storage bag." The cultivator sighed softly. As the saying goes, fortune favors the bold, and he should have been more daring.

After sighing, the cultivator took out a lump of yellow mud from his storage bag, rubbed it on his face a few times, and a strange, flawless face appeared.

Illusions are unreliable; high-level cultivators can see through them at a glance. It's better to use the secret techniques of their Myriad Void Sect for peace of mind.

The cultivator emerged from the corner and bumped into a figure in black.

"..."

Could it be such a coincidence that they've come to arrest him? The cultivator felt a pang of guilt, but then he remembered that he had changed his face, and his composure returned.

In fact, he was overthinking it. He saw that the girl in black didn't even glance at him. She went straight to a stall, placed a futon on it, sat down cross-legged, and set up her stall.

The cultivator couldn't help but take a second look.

Blood clotting pills, antidote pills, healing pills, fire talismans, water talismans, sword qi talismans, low-level beast cores, and spiritual plants were laid out one by one by the girl.

Although Ning Fusang lost some things, she still had her storage bags, which were intact. She had kept the spiritual plants and beast cores separately in several storage bags.

These items are of low value and not suitable for auction. She has no use for them, so it's a good opportunity to sell them in the city's market and exchange them for spirit stones, killing two birds with one stone.

(End of this chapter)