Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

"Pure Yang Immortal Gold is extremely rare and is a superior material for forging magical artifacts, especially flying swords, spears, and treasured sabers. This piece of Pure Yang Immortal Gold is even larger than Mo Fengjue's Seven-Colored Immortal Crystal. In the end, Fellow Daoist Shu Guang is a step ahead!"

Mo Fengjue's face turned pale and then red, and he snorted coldly: "There are still two rounds left, she may not have such good luck."

"Master Yun Teng, let's cut the second rough stone."

The man who helped Mo Fengjue decipher the stone nodded, then used his palm to create a wind blade, first making a shallow mark on the surface of the stone, and then peeling off the outer layer of the stone with his bare hands.

More and more stone chips piled up, but nothing was found. Mo Fengjue's expression tightened and his face became serious. Finally, only the size of a palm remained on the stone, and the sword pellet hidden inside was revealed. Everyone gasped softly.

"Sword Pill!"

"With such powerful sword energy, the destructive power of this sword pellet would probably force even a cultivator at the Knowledge Realm to retreat, right?"

A smug look flashed across Mo Fengjue's eyes. With this sword pellet, he could practically do whatever he wanted as long as he didn't encounter a master above the Knowledge Realm.

After so many years of gambling on stones, this sword pellet is probably in the top three of all the things he's cut out.

Ning Fusang's expression didn't change much. She had sensed the sword energy when Master Yun Teng was halfway through cutting the stone. As a sword cultivator, she naturally had a keen sense for such things.

The silkworm spirit snorted, "It's just that a sword pellet was cut out. The stone we chose is definitely better than his. I can sense that there is life inside this stone."

There's an unwritten rule in jade gambling: if a living stone is found during the process, its value is greater than that of a dead stone.

The stone-cutting master peeled away the outer layer of the stone, and everyone craned their necks to look out curiously. They saw a branch about two fingers wide exposed.

"Twigs?"

"This is so worthless! It can't even compare to a sword pellet."

The master stone cutter narrowed his eyes, turned the branch, and a bud suddenly came into view. Its pure life force was impossible for him to ignore.

He said, "This is a Phoenix Divine Tree, and it has buds. In this round of stone gambling, Fairy Shuguang will still win."

"Phoenix Sacred Tree?"

Everyone was startled and took a second look at the unremarkable withered branch.

Those who knew their stuff swallowed hard, "It really is genuine Phoenix Sacred Wood!"

"What the buds represent is something that all of you fellow Daoists know. This Phoenix Divine Tree still has the chance to revive from its dead state. In the process of gambling on stones, if you find something with life, you've already won half the battle."

"Mo Fengjue's sword pellet is precious, but he was unlucky and bumped into a phoenix divine tree with buds!"

"There's no need to play the last round, right? The result is already in."

Mo Fengjue's heart was bleeding, but Ning Fusang remained calm and said, "Thank you."

She turned to the stone-cutting master and said, "The remaining two rough stones will not be cut on site."

The two stone-cutting masters nodded slightly, without saying anything.

Customers of Fengyunfang have the right to decide whether to have the stone cut on-site or take the raw stone away themselves.

After watching half of the stone-fighting match, Huang Yilian suddenly felt that Fengyunfang might not have made a profit.

The most precious rough stones are probably all on the seventh floor, right?
Huang Yilian's eyes were filled with complex emotions. She sighed inwardly, but put on a polite smile and went to pay Mo Fengjue.

Mo Fengjue chose three rough stones himself, with reasonable prices, but Ning Fusang picked the largest ones, with prices so high that Mo Fengjue was horrified.

By this point, Mo Fengjue understood perfectly well that the other party was doing it on purpose.

She couldn't afford the rough jade stone, so she readily agreed to let him pay for it. It's infuriating that after so many years of gambling on jade, he's suffered such a huge loss today!

On the other side, a group of people surrounded Ning Fusang, wanting to buy the items that had been cut from the gambling stones, but Ning Fusang only sold the first two materials that had been cut out for refining weapons.

She wanted to keep both the sword pellet and the Phoenix Divine Tree branch for herself.

With enough assets, Ning Fusang finally reached the eighth floor. Every single jade stone there was displayed in a glass cabinet and numbered.

She asked the silkworm spirit, "Can you find the whereabouts of the item?"

Ning Fusang really didn't want to hear Canling say that the item wasn't on this floor.

The threshold for the eighth floor is already this high; she dared not even think about the ninth floor.

Ning Fusang paused for a moment in front of each rough stone, letting the silkworm sense it. After glancing over a dozen stones, it suddenly spoke up: "Found it, it's the one in front of you."

Upon closer inspection, the outer skin of this rough stone is a pale milky blue, with indistinct patterns resembling water ripples or leaf patterns.

The jade stone wasn't large, and its price was exactly the lowest possible. Ning Fusang spent 30,000 spirit stones to buy it.

She still did not choose to have the stone cut for free on-site. Instead, after returning to Feixue Tower, she hung up a "Do Not Disturb" sign and had the stone cut by herself.

Ning Fusang slowly ground away the surface of the stone, a small blue whirlwind swirling in her palm, mixed with flying stone chips, making the stone smaller and smaller.

A crescent-shaped scale, about the size of a palm, fell into Ning Fusang's hand.

"Is this the dragon's reverse scale?" she asked, slightly surprised.

Legend has it that the dragon's reverse scale is one of the hardest scales on its entire body.

Ning Fusang had always envied Miaoyin Zong Qingchen's Divine Turtle Jade, but the defensive capabilities of the Divine Turtle Jade were still inferior to those of the True Dragon's Reverse Scale.

This dragon scale completely made up for her lack of defense, so Ning Fusang no longer needed to rack her brains to find a defensive magic weapon.

The silkworm spirit was also very happy, for hidden in the soil and rocks was actually a dragon scale from the previous era.

The safer Ning Fusang is, the safer its life will be.

The dragon's reverse scale is always a formidable defensive weapon.

Ning Fusang sat cross-legged and refined the dragon scale for his own use. It was more than half a month later.

On the first day of the first month of the Gengwu year, the Five Continents Conference opened, and the atmosphere was lively and extraordinary. The first person sent by Yuling Continent to defend the arena was Cao Jie from the Sword Pavilion lineage of the Wanyi Sect.

"Junior Sister Ning, you've finished your seclusion?" Yang Ruo leaned on the railing of Feixue Tower, turned her head to look at her, wondering if she had broken through to a higher realm.

Because his cultivation level is no longer as high as Ning Fusang's.

This put a lot of pressure on Yang Ruo.

It's very frustrating to be surpassed in skill by someone else.

Yang Ruo decided that after the Five Continents Conference ended, he would go back into seclusion and not come out until he broke through to the eighth level.

Ning Fusang only refined the dragon scales and did not cultivate, so his realm remained unchanged, still at the early stage of the eighth level.

But she certainly wouldn't explain something like that.

Even a fool wouldn't necessarily reveal their hand.

The fewer people who know about something as valuable as dragon scales, the better.

Ning Fusang gave a perfunctory "hmm" and looked down.

On the first day of the arena, the challengers were all low-level cultivators, so there wasn't much to see. Cao Jie was at least at the early stage of the eighth level of the cultivation realm, so it would be at least seven or eight days before any decent cultivators would challenge him.

Ning Fusang looked at the arenas of the other four states. The swordsmanship of Chizhou was indeed declining. The swordsman guarding the arena was only at the early stage of the seventh level.

Nanchun and Hezhou fared slightly better, sending out mid-stage seventh-level cultivators. Yaomingzhou, Zhongzhou, and Yulingzhou, like Yulingzhou, sent out eighth-level sword cultivators as their first to fight.

(End of this chapter)