Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Guan Zhuyin and Wen Siling were both stunned.

"She broke through again?"

Wen Siling remained calm and simply said, "I'll stay here to protect Junior Sister Ning. You can continue your trials. This is the last time I'll come to Sword Stone Forest."

Guan Zhuyin understood her unspoken message: after this, the rankings would be basically set. Wen Siling couldn't compete with the others, but neither could Guan Zhuyin.

He grinned and said, "Our Sword Valley already has enough Senior Brother Ruan to guard the arena. I can also go and fight in the arenas of Nanchunhe Prefecture, Xiyangchi Prefecture, Dongyaoming Prefecture, or Zhong Prefecture."

"The reward for defeating one person is a full two thousand spirit stones."

They're all private property, so there's no need to hand them over. Where else can you find a better deal?
Seeing this, Wen Siling said nothing more.

She sat cross-legged beneath the sword-shaped stone tablet, regulating her disordered energy, and soon her breathing became long and deep.

Fatigue was swept away completely.

Because it was a breakthrough to a higher realm, Ning Fusang spent quite a bit of time, almost two hours, before the spiritual energy around her dissipated a little, revealing a clear blue color.

The water waves within his dantian seemed to have been suppressed by a wave-suppressing technique, returning to calm.

The silkworm spirit stood above the vast expanse of misty waves, feeling a sense of boundless freedom. All that met its eyes was the spiritual power of the colorless realm, pure and flawless, clear and bright.

Only when a cultivator is free from delusions, can he compress and refine spiritual energy, transforming it into spiritual power, achieving a state of clarity and purity, like water.

Ning Fusang exhaled a breath of stale air, opened her eyes, and thanked Wen Siling: "Thank you for protecting me, Senior Sister Wen."

Ning Fusang's breakthrough went smoothly, and she thanked her. Wen Siling smiled gently and said, "I didn't do anything, Junior Sister Ning, you're too kind."

Guan Zhuyin exclaimed softly, "The ranking on the sword stele has changed."

The two looked toward the sword stele.

Chi Leng became the first place winner, having passed forty-six levels.

Next is Liang Heng, and after his name is level forty-five.

Wen Siling remembered that Yang Tiaozhi's highest record on the sword stele was forty-seven or forty-eight levels, but he was no longer number one; it could only mean that he had already cleared all the levels.

"This Brother Yang is truly a remarkable talent!"

Guan Zhuyin could only look up at the other's name, thinking to herself, "When Senior Brother Ruan first came to Sword Stone Forest, he wanted to leave his name on the list. Now it seems his wish will be in vain. The Southern Star Sword Sect is a place where hidden talents abound, and its depths are unfathomable. Even the geniuses of Sword Valley are no match for it here. I wonder how many heroes will emerge at the Five Continents Tournament?"

Wen Siling had no idea what Guan Zhuyin was thinking. She smiled faintly and said, "Senior Brother Yang is the grand-disciple of the Third Elder of our sect and the disciple of Uncle Xuming. He went into seclusion in the Bamboo Sea to comprehend the realm of knowledge as early as the age of 60. Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. Now that he has come out of seclusion, he has made some progress. Naturally, he will pass the level faster than ordinary people."

A lifespan of seventy years meets the requirements of the Five Continents Conference.

Therefore, Yang Tiaozhi and Li Jinzhen each took up two spots, leaving the remaining three spots for the other disciples of the Nanxing Sword Sect. Guan Zhuyin gasped in surprise; it turned out the competition within the Nanxing Sword Sect was even fiercer.

After all, Chi Leng and Liang Heng's strength was undeniable, and Guan Zhuyin's gaze towards Ning Fusang held a touch more sympathy.

She also has to compete with five fellow disciples.

Wen Siling was put into this team just to hone her skills; even excluding her, there are still four competitors.

The Southern Star Sword Sect was incredibly generous, giving away five spots in one go.

As for the other four, Guan Zhuyin wasn't very familiar with any of them except for Yang Ruo. He asked Wen Siling, "How strong are the other three candidates in your sect?" Wen Siling pointed and said, "Their strength is all written on the Sword Stone Tablet. Even if you haven't met them many times in the Sword Stone Forest, haven't you paid any attention to them after all this time?"

The two were quite familiar with each other, so Wen Siling spoke with less restraint. Guan Zhuyin didn't mind either, scratching her head as she said, "To be honest, I really don't know their names. We outer sect disciples only need to compete with other outer sect disciples for five spots. We have nothing to do with the five spots from the Southern Star Sword Sect, so our focus is naturally on our competitors."

Furthermore, training in the Sword Stone Forest every day leaves them exhausted, like dogs. They have no time or inclination to interact with people. They barely exchange a word with anyone, and if they recognize someone, they simply nod to each other as a greeting.

For nearly eight months, Guan Zhuyin lived a very simple life, going back and forth between four points.

His residence, the Sword Stone Forest, the martial arts training ground, and the dining hall. He hadn't even been to the market town at the foot of the mountain.

Wen Siling expressed her understanding and told him about the other three. In terms of cultivation level alone, they were on par with Ning Fusang, but the three of them had been at the Sword Qi Realm for a long time, so Ning Fusang was at a slight disadvantage in this aspect.

However, judging from the ranking on the sword stele, Ning Fusang's actual combat ability is slightly stronger.

Especially now that she has broken through to the eighth level, given her current cultivation speed, it's not impossible that she could break through another small realm before the Five Continents Tournament begins.

As is customary, around September to October, the various immortal sects of Lingzhou will set off one after another to Zhongmiao Xingzhou. The arena will be set up for a hundred days, which is more than three months in total, making it almost half a year.

Wen Siling and Guan Zhuyin were talking and didn't notice when Ning Fusang went to the stone gate.

After her cultivation level increased by one major realm, her speed in clearing levels also increased significantly.

The surging waves of grass transform into sharp swords, incomparably razor-sharp.

The arm Ning Fusang held in her hand, gripping the sword hilt, was taut with muscles, and a faint moonlight shimmered within it—a change that had occurred since she began training her body. She swung her sword, and a powerful surge of sword energy filled the entire sea of ​​grass.

The sword wind uprooted the strong grass, and in a short while, crushed the flying swords all over the sky.

The grass puppet was wiped out, and even with its unparalleled and terrifying regenerative ability, it would be difficult for it to take shape again for a while.

The air was filled with only scattered spiritual energy, sword energy, and remnants of magic.

Ning Fusang successfully passed this test and reached her highest record on the sword stele.

Level 41.

The gatekeeper puppet was not tall or imposing, only eight feet tall, with a silver armor covering its face and wearing a golden robe, both of which were defensive magical artifacts.

Its internal energy flows, containing some kind of Daoist principle, and its eyes seem to have a spirit.

The armored puppet's body was slightly tense, its waist slumped slightly, and it held a long sword, presenting a posture resembling a tiger or leopard poised to strike.

Ning Fusang drew her sword fiercely, and a white rainbow bloomed in the puppet's eyeballs. The sword energy was as thin as silk, and it struck the golden jade suit, producing a hoarse and unpleasant friction sound.

The armored puppet charged towards Ning Fusang with great momentum. The cold glint of the blade flashed in her eyes. Ning Fusang turned to the side, raised her hand to press the back of the blade, and flew up, slashing at the puppet's head with her sword. The blade was deflected by the defensive magic weapon.

Her figure was fifty paces away.

There are no rules against using magical artifacts on the arena, so it's reasonable for an armored puppet to carry two defensive magical artifacts.

Isn't the Su'a Sword in Ning Fusang's hand also a magical weapon?

Several swords were thrust out, but each one was deflected until the sword tip pierced the armored puppet's weak point.

(End of this chapter)