Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 143 Mirror Flowers and Moon in the Water
With her life in someone else's hands, the silkworm spirit could only swallow her bitterness.

From that moment on, its life and death depended entirely on the girl.

For a moment, Canling wondered if she had just escaped one tiger's den only to fall into another. Perhaps the young man's dantian was no less powerful than this vast lake of spiritual energy.

It no longer needs to worry about going hungry because it doesn't have spiritual energy to consume, but it has also completely lost its freedom.

The silkworm spirit didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

It looked around its new home.

There was nothing there except for the clear, transparent lake of spiritual energy.

The girl's dantian was clean and simple.

The silkworm spirit knew that some cultivators would nurture magical artifacts and treasures in their dantian, but its owner did not nurture anything in his dantian.

Empty and desolate.

Even the spirit lake remained undisturbed.

Ning Fusang returned to the Tianchi Palace ahead of schedule.

With a quarter of an hour remaining before the opening time of the Mirror Flower Water Moon, all the Zen masters of Kongyun Temple were already in place. Opening the Mirror Flower Water Moon required a large amount of spiritual energy, but these Zen masters, dressed in snow-white monk robes, were all Spirit Realm cultivators, and there was even a Transcendent Realm expert in charge. The Mirror Flower Water Moon was sufficient to accommodate all the disciples of the immortal sects.

The Heavenly Lake was covered in ice, like a piece of crystal jade. The disciples from various sects participating in the competition stood in their respective camps.

A thick white mist enveloped everyone's figures.

Xiang Xiaozhi tugged at He Jiaxiu's sleeve and exclaimed, "How come Ning Fusang is on the list too?"

"Isn't the sixth level of cultivation required to participate in Mirror Flower Water Moon?"

He Jiaxiu pulled her sleeve back, her eyes revealing no emotion; her expression was excessively calm.

She already knew this outcome.

Senior Brother Chi showed her the list of participants for the Mirror Flower Water Moon event.

On the other side, Xu Jianjia and Xu Qiu watched as the Mirror Flower Water Moon slowly opened, their eyes shining with admiration.

"Is this the Mirror Flower Water Moon of Kongyun Temple? What an immense magical spell!"

Xiao Qiu said regretfully, "It's a pity I didn't have the chance to participate."

As the illusory image gradually took shape, Xu Jianjia thought, "A technique that requires a Transcendent Realm expert and eight Spirit Realm cultivators to activate is indeed remarkable."

Spiritual energy surged forth continuously, and all that could be seen were dreamlike bubbles floating above the Heavenly Pool, drawing the disciples of various sects into them.

The surroundings were shrouded in mist, obscuring the view. The moment Ning Fusang stepped onto the ground, she sensed the lurking danger beneath the surface.

With a flick of her wrist, she summoned the Su'a Sword, thrusting it into the white mist to reveal the man's figure. Then, with a stealthy step, she appeared behind him, seemingly out of nowhere.

The longsword was drawn, swirling with mist, and the man chuckled, "May I ask which sect you belong to, fellow disciple? Why must we start fighting the moment we meet?"

From within the cold mist, only a faint chuckle could be heard. The man found the voice clear and pleasant, and was about to speak again to try and get closer to the man.

Suddenly, a white light appeared from the mist. The man's pupils dilated in shock. In the next instant, he was pierced through and fell out of the Mirror Flower Water Moon.

Before the man could recover from the pain of death, he was thrown from mid-air onto the icy surface of Tianchi Lake.

"Huh? Someone's already been eliminated so quickly?"

"It's only been a few blinks of an eye, right? He was supposed to be a sixth-level cultivator, how could he die so easily?"

"Sect Master Yu, this seems to be a disciple of your Yu Sect?"

"Being eliminated the fastest is still considered breaking a record."

The Rain Sect Master's face alternated between pale and flushed, becoming terrifyingly grim. This record, whoever wants it can have it!

The man, steeling himself, returned to his sect leader's side. "This disciple was careless and was struck by the 'Mirror Flower Water Moon' technique. Please punish me, Sect Leader!" The Rain Sect Leader: "..."

In front of so many people, how could he be so petty? What a brainless idiot, deliberately trying to embarrass him, right?
The sect leader of the Rain Sect took two deep breaths and calmly said, "This is such a trivial matter, why bother with punishment? Sit down and watch the battle later."

The man was flattered and thanked his sect leader repeatedly before moving a chair and sitting down beside him.

However, at this moment, the mirror of the illusory world had not yet appeared. About fifteen minutes later, the first delicate bubble split out from within the illusory world.

Inside the bubble, a woman with flowing black hair stepped on tree branches, as light as a nimble ape, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the second bubble was also split off from the Mirror Flower Water Moon.

The figures of the two sword cultivators were instantly engulfed by the flying swords.

This is the Return of Ten Thousand Swords to Their Origin.

The mighty flying swords collided with a hissing sound, kicking up dust and sand. No matter how powerful the scene inside was, the water mirror could not transmit the sound, and only the image was visible, which lacked some of the shock and momentum.

More and more bubbles floated slowly around the reflection in the mirror, revealing every corner of the reflection.

Some bubbles contain no images, only billowing mist and a vast expanse of white. Other bubbles contain landscapes but no people.

The Rain Sect Master turned to the only disciple who had been knocked out of the Mirror Flower Water Moon state: "Do you know who knocked you out of the Mirror Flower Water Moon state?"

He harbored suspicions about someone from the Southern Star Sword Sect. After all, Shen Hongxue, that old fox, was no gentleman.

The man was hit by the "Mirror Flower Water Moon" too early; at that time, the first bubble of the "Mirror Flower Water Moon" had not yet broken out.

The sect leader of the Rain Sect naturally did not see it.

Even if the first bubble breaks out, it doesn't necessarily mean that the man will appear in the very first scene.

"Reporting to the Sect Master, this disciple did not see the person's figure clearly. A thick white mist rose in the illusory world. This disciple only knows that the other party used a sword and was a woman with a very young voice."

Just then, a figure fell out of the mirror-like illusion like a kite with a broken string. The key point is that this person was a disciple of the Rain Sect!

The Rain Sect Master's expression was beyond just ugly.

The air pressure around him seemed to drop several degrees. The man silently turned his face away, trying to make himself less noticeable.

Like a mirage or the moon reflected in water.

Ning Fusang walked slowly forward. Suddenly, an invisible aura locked her in place. When she stepped to the left, the aura followed her to the left; when she stepped to the right, the aura shifted to the right.

The air exploded, and the pale yellow silk flew out. Ning Fusang pushed his sword with his thumb, and the sword flew out, instantly cutting the yellow silk into countless pieces of cloth, which fluttered away.

Ding--! !

The copper bell rang.

The male cultivators from the Destiny Pavilion and the female disciples from Joyful Heaven stepped out side by side.

"I never expected that the first person I would encounter would be a disciple of the Southern Star Sword Sect."

The female cultivator smiled charmingly: "Young friend, you're out of luck. I can only send you away from Mirror Flower Water Moon for now."

"Oh?" The girl was calm, her voice clear and melodious. "Is that so?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of sword light shot out!
The sharp sword energy crisscrossed, forming a complex sword formation.

The female cultivator's hair, which she had tied up at the temples, suddenly came loose, and a strand of black hair slowly fell into her palm.

What a sharp sword aura!

She was startled and quickly gave her ally a wink.

With a flick of his wrist, a male disciple from the Fate Pavilion created a stone mountain floating in his palm. He then covered it with his hand, and a large shadow appeared above Ning Fu's head. The majestic mountain range seemed to be pressing down on her!
Ning Fusang frowned slightly, gathered spiritual power into the sword, and unleashed five sword energies!
(End of this chapter)