Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Yang Ruo missed his chance again, and his handsome face furrowed as he sighed.

"I didn't expect so many people to be competing. I wonder when it will be my turn. Junior Sister Ning, Junior Sister Jiang, are you still watching?"

Yang Ruo felt it was a bit cramped, and the view wasn't as good as from the top of Feixue Tower.

Jiang Xin shook her head and said, "I'll just wander around by myself. Senior Brother Yang Ruo, you don't need to worry about me."

"Zhongzhou City is so prosperous, I've never been here before."

The opportunity to come to Zhongzhou was rare, and she wanted to take a good look around.

Ning Fusang was one of the ten chosen people. According to the rules, she could not fight in other states' arenas. When it was not her turn to defend the arena, she basically had nothing to do.

After watching the arena battles for a while, I got bored and returned to Feixue Tower.

There's nothing interesting about a crushing defeat.

The people from the Immortal Sect of Beiyu Lingzhou all lived in Feixue Tower. The Southern Star Sword Sect's tower was high and had a wide view. Not only did the sect's own disciples lean against the railing to watch the battle, but people from other sects also came up there.

Ning Fusang withdrew his gaze from the several unfamiliar-looking cultivators, pushed open the door, casually set up a barrier, and began to examine the remaining two gambling stones.

Her technique for cutting the stones was rather rough, but she didn't damage what was inside. Inside the two rough stones were a gilded silver mask and a crystal-clear, round white bone ring, respectively.

Ning Fusang gently brushed the two items with her palm, casting a purification spell to wash away the dust, making the silver mask even brighter.

After the blood oath was performed, the information about the silver mask appeared in Ning Fusang's mind.

"Is this mask called the Ethereal Demon?" Ning Fusang examined the silver mask. The mask was fierce in shape, and the image of the beast it depicted did not seem to fit the light and graceful connotation of the word "ethereal" at all.

The function of the Misty Demon is to conceal the wearer's aura. When a demon wears this mask, he can hide his demonic aura and become indistinguishable from a human.

Conversely, human cultivators who wear the Ethereal Demon can blend in with the demon race without revealing their presence.

Although Ning Fusang had no use for this item, she carefully put it away and went to examine the white bone ring.

She paused slightly when her fingers touched the bone ring, a shimmering light flashing in her eyes.

Storage ring?

This bone ring had been buried in the earth and rocks for who knows how many years. The contract had long since disappeared. Ning Fusang easily refined the bone ring. By focusing his mind, he discovered that the bone ring had a large storage space. Most importantly, there were also relics inside the ring!

Countless ores, crystals, beast pills, and spiritual herbs were piled up like mountains, a sight to behold. It was clear how wealthy the ring's previous owner must have been in his lifetime.

Strangely, Ning Fusang discovered that there were no spirit stones in the bone ring. After turning the bone ring upside down, she found a few spirit stones in a corner.

"Could it be that the owner of this bone ring is not human, but a demon?"

Ning Fusang's conjecture was based on evidence. The minerals and herbs in the bone ring were all relatively common in the demon realm.

Since demons do not cultivate spiritual power, the value of spirit stones is relatively low. If the previous owner of the ring was a demon, it would explain why he or she was extremely wealthy but had few spirit stones left.

Ning Fusang slipped the ring onto the ring finger of her left hand. With a thought, she took out a dusty booklet from inside the ring. Upon opening it, she discovered it was an autobiography.

Her guess was correct. The owner of the White Bone Ring, or rather the Iris Butterfly Ring, was indeed a demon, and a demon lord at that, with the title Jade Belt Butterfly Lord.

There's no need to elaborate on the true form of Jade Belt Butterfly Lord; her title alone reveals that she was a human form cultivated from a Jade Belt Demon Butterfly. In her previous life, she possessed the cultivation level of the eleventh realm, making her unremarkable among the demon lords. In the demon realm, there are at least a hundred demon lords of varying sizes like her.

Based on her autobiography, it can be inferred that Jade Belt Butterfly King perished due to a territorial dispute. "No wonder he was so rich."

After reading the autobiography of the Jade Belt Butterfly Lord, Ning Fusang sighed.

The treasure hidden in the ring was an unexpected delight, its value far exceeding that of the Iris Butterfly Ring itself. This was the greatest windfall Ning Fusang had ever received since beginning his cultivation.

The silkworm spirit yawned lazily, showing no interest in the matter. Having been immersed in spiritual energy for a long time, its entire body had become increasingly white and translucent, almost glowing.

“Fusang,” the silkworm spirit thought. She must be in a good mood now that she has received such a large fortune. It suggested, “Could you plant a unique blue lotus in my dantian so that I can lie on it and sleep?”

Do you think the Unique Green Lotus is easy to find?

Having read extensively, she naturally knew what the unique and beautiful blue lotus was.

This kind of blue lotus only grows deep in the demon realm, and it is very difficult to see unless a demon brings it out to sell.

After all, no matter how powerful a human cultivator is, they wouldn't venture too deep into the demon realm just to pluck a single, exquisite blue lotus.

How could any of the publicly listed auction houses have any connection with the demon race? If you want to buy the Unique Azure Lotus, you can only try your luck on the black market.

There are also high-level auctions that treat humans, demons, and other races equally, focusing solely on transactions and disregarding political stances. These auctions have very high entry requirements and are not open to guests below the Knowledge Realm.

There is another type of auction, where the time and place are not fixed, and all sorts of people, including desperate criminals, are present. It is a very mixed bag, and often you are followed and ambushed as soon as you leave.

These kinds of auctions are somewhat like black markets, places where people commit murder, robbery, and sell stolen goods.

Ning Fusang had only met him once before coming to the Southern Star Sword Sect.

The silkworm spirit gave a reluctant "oh" and didn't dare to bargain.

Ning Fusang ignored it and focused on cultivating the "Thirty-Six Secret Words".

She knew very little about the Zhengna Tantra, but there was no denying that this esoteric practice was extremely advanced. It is not hard to imagine that the Zhengna Tantra in its heyday was also a great sect of immortals.

The number of profound cultivation techniques and scriptures a sect possesses can, to some extent, reflect its strength and foundation.

The Thirty-Six Secret Words are a method concerning destiny or fortune. Practicing this method can enhance a cultivator's destiny.

It may seem useless, but sometimes, the more ethereal and elusive the fortune, the more useful it can be than any powerful spell.

There's a saying, "When fate has run its course," meaning that once you reach this point, no matter how powerful you are, you're powerless to reverse it.

But what if there were "thirty-six secret words" that could increase one's own fortune?

Isn't this a case of withered trees coming back to life?

Ning Fusang couldn't see any changes in her own destiny, nor could she sense whether the thirty-six secret words were effective. However, she persisted in practicing them three times a day, which didn't waste much time, so she treated it as relaxation after practice.

She followed the "Thirty-Six Secret Words" several times, then opened her eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The wind chimes under the eaves turned gently, their sound shut out from outside the door. Ning Fusang got up and opened the window, and the bustling Zhongzhou City came into view.

(End of this chapter)