Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

After the Lingzhou Sword Challenge concluded, all the sects were preparing to return home.

Duanmu Meiqing looked around and frowned. "Where's Zhen'er? She's leaving soon, why isn't she here?"

Shen Hongxue's mood turned slightly heavy: "Hasn't Madam noticed that someone is still missing?"

Seeing Duanmu Meiqing's blank expression, Shen Hongxue sighed: "It's Wei Shaoqing, he's gone missing."

“From the beginning to the end of the 'Illusory Flower in the Mirror' story, no one noticed when he disappeared. Zhen’er has already told me that she wants to stay at Tianchi to look for him and will not go back with us.”

Duanmu Meiqing disliked Wei Shaoqing, so she wouldn't pay attention to whether he was there or not. However, Wei Shaoqing's disappearance was not Duanmu Meiqing's wish.

"Could this be the work of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect?" She subconsciously suspected the other party.

After boarding the flying spirit ship, the couple sat facing each other and began to discuss the matter.

Shen Hongxue shook her head: "It shouldn't be."

"Based on my understanding of Lu Zhuo, the only reason he arranged for Wei Shaoqing to come to the Nanxing Sword Sect is to hinder Zhen'er's cultivation. As for anything else, Lu Zhuo doesn't have the guts." If either Li Jinzhen or Lu Ningxiang dies, the two sects will definitely be locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Although there have been minor frictions between the Autumn Frost Sword Sect and the Southern Star Sword Sect, they both know each other's bottom line and will not cross it.

Even if the Southern Star Sword Sect obtains the qualification to represent the Northern Yuling Prefecture in the Five Prefectures Conference, they will reserve a spot for the Autumn Frost Sword Sect.

And this spot will definitely go to Lu Ningxiang.

Duanmu Meiqing took a sip of tea and asked in confusion, "If it's not the Autumn Frost Sword Sect, then who could it be?"

“Wei Shaoqing is just a mortal, who could he possibly be in our way? If we’re talking about targeting him, what’s the point? If I had known it would be this troublesome, my husband shouldn’t have let him come along.”

Shen Hongxue also felt a headache coming on, especially since things had happened at this critical juncture. He feared that the other party wasn't targeting Wei Shaoqing, but rather Li Jinzhen.

"At first, I didn't think much about the matter of him accompanying us. Since he is Zhen'er's nominal fiancé, the Southern Star Sword Sect couldn't be too harsh on him. It's just one more person to bring along."

"According to my disciple's report, Wei Shaoqing has spent most of his time in Tianchi in his room, rarely going out or going out, and I haven't seen him contact anyone."

Duanmu Meiqing murmured softly, "Tianchi is so big, it's not easy to find someone."

She looked up and said, "Arrange for a few more disciples to help with the search."

"No matter what, we need to see him alive or dead. Wei Shaoqing is truly Zhen'er's only remaining family in this world."

……

After returning to the sect, Ning Fusang re-reported his cultivation level.

The Lingzhou Sword Competition seems to have come to an end.

In the early spring, with its lingering light snow, the plum blossoms on the mountain cliffs exude a delicate fragrance that is refreshing and delightful.

Ning Fusang went down the mountain to the Hall of Preaching to submit the courses she needed to make up this year so that the sect could arrange the classes.

Ning Fusang missed all three courses last year: "Observations," "Swordplay," and "Swordsmanship." This year, she wants to attend the "Taoist Arts" course first.

Because of the preparations for the Five Continents Conference, which required a period of intensive training, Ning Fusang could only enroll in one course; otherwise, he wouldn't have had the energy.

Moreover, during the training camp, the elders will provide extra guidance on swordsmanship. As long as she can condense sword light, she will learn the Southern Star Sword Technique to a higher level. She can directly obtain grades in both swordsmanship and sword light courses without needing to retake them.

As Ning Fusang emerged from the preaching hall, she bumped into a young man dressed in blue.

"Yes, I'm so sorry, fellow Daoist," the young man said apologetically. He raised his eyes, his gaze shimmering like water, and exclaimed with delight, "Fellow Daoist Ning?"

Ning Fusang looked the young man up and down. He wasn't wearing the disciple's robes of the Southern Star Sword Sect. He had a handsome, fair face and bright, sparkling eyes.

The young man pointed to himself, about to speak, but then realized it was not proper etiquette, so he took two steps back, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, "Disciple of Sword Valley, Guan Zhuyin." "Ning Fusang of Southern Star Sword Sect."

Although the other party knew him, since he had formally introduced himself, Ning Fusang reciprocated.

Guan Zhuyin straightened his back and said with a smile, "I know Fellow Daoist Ning." It should be said that after the Sword Inquiry Gathering, everyone in the Lingzhou Immortal Sect knew the names Ning Fusang and Wen Siling.

“Fellow Daoist Ning may not remember me,” he reminded him. “In the illusory world, I died by Fellow Daoist Ning’s sword.”

Ning Fusang asked, "How did you end up at the Southern Star Sword Sect?"

She remembered him, but at the time she didn't know he was a disciple of Sword Valley.

Guan Zhuyin grinned and said happily, "It was Sect Leader Shen who invited my senior brother and me."

"Sect Leader Shen is a good person. He gave us Sword Valley disciples a spot in the arena and also allowed my brother and me to come to the Southern Star Sword Sect to study. My brother and I have been at the Southern Star Sword Sect for two days now."

Guan Zhuyin only realized after arriving at the Nanxing Sword Sect that large sects were indeed different; they were very grand and magnificent, exuding wealth in every aspect.

That makes sense, as the Southern Star Sword Sect controls several mines, and there are countless other resource points as well.

But what excited Guan Zhuyin even more was that he heard that the elder who was training them was a grandmaster of swordsmanship!
A grandmaster of swordsmanship—ordinary people would never even get to meet him. He was fortunate enough to receive guidance from him. Regardless of whether he could ultimately go to the arena, the trip was worthwhile.

Guan Zhuyin couldn't help but ask Ning Fusang, "Fellow Daoist Ning, do you know Wu Ge Sword Lord?"

Ning Fusang's eye twitched slightly, and she asked again, "Martial Sword Lord?"

Isn't this Master Yu's Taoist name?

Yu Wanwu, whose Taoist name is Wu Ge.

Could it be that the elder who gave them the training was Master Yu?
She paused for a moment, but her expression said it all. Guan Zhuyin could tell at a glance that Ning Fusang definitely knew the legendary Sword Master Wu Ge.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, what is the temperament of Sword Lord Wu Ge like? What does he like? Are there any taboos?" Guan Zhuyin asked three questions in a row.

Ning Fusang said leisurely, "Fellow Daoist, you will know in the future."

"But if you really want to know more beforehand, you can ask Shen Yuanxi."

Shen Yuanxi is Master Yu's personal disciple, so her knowledge is definitely more comprehensive than Ning Fusang's.

Guan Zhuyin clapped her hands in deep thought: "Shen Yuanxi?"

His eyes suddenly widened. Wasn't Shen Yuanxi the unlucky guy that he and his senior brother had eliminated in the game "Mirror Flower Water Moon"?

Guan Zhuyin waved her hand reluctantly: "Then let's forget about it. We'll see Wu Gejianjun in person during the training camp."

Ning Fusang nodded. From Guan Zhuyin's words, she was now certain that the elder who was giving them the training was indeed Master Yu.

It seems the Discipline Hall of the Southern Star Sword Sect isn't busy at all. Master Yu is teaching new students, swordsmanship classes, and now he's leading intensive training.

Of course, it could also be Master Yu, who liked to impart knowledge and skills to people.

Ning Fusang thought about it and felt that this possibility was actually quite high.

Ning Fusang looked up at the plaque that read "Hall of Preaching," then looked at Guan Zhuyin and asked, "What are you doing here, Guan Zhuyin?"

"Ah, this?" Guan Zhuyin scratched her head. "I'm lost."

(End of this chapter)