Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Lu Zhuo sneered: "Without the entire Autumn Frost Sword Sect plotting for you, how could you possibly defeat Li Jinzhen? You would lose nine times out of ten. How could you possibly compare!"

A cold smile appeared on Lu Ningxiang's lips: "In this 'Mirror Flower, Water Moon' incident, I, Lu Ningxiang, have won."

Li Jinzhen lost when he tried to drag her down with him. Not to mention, Lu Ningxiang took Chi Leng, Liang Heng, and others with her before she was eliminated.

Mentioning this, Lu Zhuo's expression gradually darkened, "The Autumn Frost Sword Sect still lost in the end."

She said nonchalantly, "The Autumn Frost Sword Sect lost because Father is inferior to Sect Leader Shen. What does it have to do with me?"

Lu Zhuo was so angry with her that he was fuming, and his temples throbbed.

"The Autumn Frost Sword Sect lost, so what are you, Lu Ningxiang, talking about winning? You and Li Jinzhen were both eliminated, so what's the point of talking about victory or defeat? The principle of shared glory and shared loss is something even ordinary people can understand. As the senior sister of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect, how can you say something as trivial as 'what does it have to do with you, Lu Ningxiang'?"

Lu Ningxiang believed she had done her best in the illusory world and had a clear conscience, so she showed no emotion at Lu Zhuo's criticism.

"Father, the situation on the field favored our Autumn Frost Sword Sect, but we still lost despite such a favorable situation. Father should reflect on the differences between you leading the sect and Sect Leader Shen leading the sect."

"Hmph, you don't need to lecture me. Since you think the Autumn Frost Sword Sect's loss has nothing to do with you, the only spot in the Five Continents Tournament will be given to your senior brother."

Lu Zhuo only wanted to suppress Lu Ningxiang's arrogance. There were plenty of people who could go to the Five Continents Conference. If she weren't his daughter, how could this spot have fallen into her hands without any doubt? He also had the right to give the opportunity to someone else.

To everyone's surprise, Lu Ningxiang nodded: "Alright. Senior Brother's cultivation is no less than mine, so it's quite suitable for him to go."

"If I don't guard the arena, I can challenge Li Jinzhen again fairly and justly. It would be great if I could defeat Li Jinzhen at the Five Continents Tournament."

A glimmer of expectation appeared in Lu Ningxiang's indifferent eyes.

"To challenge Yu Lingzhou at the Five States Tournament, how could you even think of that!" Lu Zhuo said irritably, seeing the keen interest in her eyes.

He still has some shame.

Lu Zhuo and she couldn't see eye to eye, and if they continued talking, he would only get angry himself. So he changed the subject, "Have you dealt with Wei Shaoqing's matter properly?"

Otherwise, he would have to send two trusted people to clean up the mess.

"How could you possibly leave any trace after dealing with a mere mortal? Father, you underestimate your daughter. Tianchi, with its three thousand snow-capped mountains and year-round snowfall, is an excellent burial ground."

Lu Zhuo snorted and turned to leave.

*
Inside the cave where the Taoist arts were taught to the students, the wind chimes jingled crisply. Xuan Yunzi tucked his hands into his sleeves and said in a calm voice, "This is the Xun Art - Generating Wind."

"The incantations and hand gestures are quite simple. I just demonstrated them once. Have you memorized them all?"

Xuan Yunzi had snow-white hair and wore a white robe embroidered with golden cloud patterns. His expression was solemn, which made him look more stern.

The disciples below replied in unison, "We understand."

They all practiced on their own, attempting to cast their Taoist spells several times. The sound of the wind chimes was ethereal and melodious.

Ning Fusang was among them. She recalled Xuan Yunzi's incantation movements in her mind. The flow of spiritual energy was smooth and effortless, like a mountain breeze, natural and effortless.

Xun Technique - Generating Wind

With the mantra in mind and the hand seals completed, a gust of wind arose from the ground.

The crystal wind chime in front of me began to shake violently, and it was done in one go!
Shen Tu Lei watched, his mind wandered, his spiritual power dissipated, and he failed to cast his spell.

He gathered his scattered thoughts, his eyes becoming more serious. He began chanting the incantation again, his spiritual energy circulating haltingly, summoning a wisp of wind that quickly dissipated. The third attempt, the fourth attempt…

I've barely grasped the Xun technique of generating wind, but to actually move it at will is still too difficult.

Most disciples are like this; they need to think about it several times before they can complete the incantation. If they get distracted even a little bit in the middle, they forget the next step.

Xuan Yunzi pointed out the mistakes of several disciples, saying, "When performing Taoist arts, you don't need to deliberately memorize the steps. If you think too much, the incantation in your mind and the movements of your hands will not be synchronized, which will cause the circulation of spiritual energy to be sluggish and not smooth, and the effect of the performance will be unsatisfactory."

"The hand seals and incantations of Taoist arts are not memorized in your mind, but rather in your limbs and muscles. As soon as you have a thought, when you think of using this Taoist art, before the hand seals appear in your mind, you can immediately make the movements with your hands. This is the mark of a master.

Of course, the test won't be that difficult; as long as you successfully cast the spell, you'll be considered successful.

"Students remember the Master's teachings."

Xuan Yunzi nodded slightly. "Continue practicing."

Ning Fusang tried to forget the hand seals in her mind. In a state of emptiness, when nothing existed, she silently made hand seals.

The spiritual energy was mobilized and followed the trajectory, but suddenly it seemed to have reached the edge of a cliff, where it stopped and then completely dissipated after a short while.

Failed.

Ning Fusang remained calm and had no particular thoughts about this failure.

She began the incantation again, and the trajectory of her spiritual energy was a little longer than before. Although it did not reach the cliff's break point, it forked, and with her power suddenly reduced, she could not summon the wind.

After four or five failed attempts, Ning Fusang's movements became increasingly skillful and fluid. She gradually grasped the knack, and her spiritual energy rolled like a wheel without any stagnation. The breeze was twisted into a rope and swept past the crystal wind chimes.

When Ning Fusang tried to use his Taoist magic again, he widened the path of spiritual energy. The wind tunnel he summoned was indeed much wider, causing every blue crystal on the wind chime to spin for a long time before finally stopping.

After class, everyone gradually left the cave, chatting in small groups about their experiences and insights.

"The final Xun technique, Generating Wind, looks simple, but it's much more difficult than the Five Elements Dao techniques."

"The wind is invisible and cannot be seen, so its trajectory is naturally difficult to control. Just practice a few more times after you go down."

"I still prefer the Alchemy. If this were in the mortal world, wouldn't I be able to become incredibly wealthy with this magic?" The woman opened her palm, revealing a tiny piece of gold that gleamed brightly.

"Turning stone into gold consumes too much spiritual energy. Just imagine how much spiritual energy from spirit stones would be needed to create a piece of gold the size of a walnut? It's putting the cart before the horse."

"And at your current pace, even if you work non-stop, you're still far from becoming incredibly wealthy."

"Oh dear, I was just saying. After being doused with a few buckets of cold water, I've almost forgotten all about alchemy."

His friend chuckled, "You forgot about it as soon as you left the cave, didn't you?"

“Sometimes, you don’t have to be so straightforward,” the woman said, looking at her with a wistful expression.

Everyone else had other classes to attend, but Ning Fusang only enrolled in the "Taoist Arts" class this year. After class, she went in the opposite direction from the crowd and headed towards the Sword Stone Forest.

Today is the first day of training camp, and Ning Fusang doesn't want to be late.

However, apart from spending a little time finding her way, she didn't get delayed on the way and even arrived a little earlier than expected.

(End of this chapter)