Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

The forest was lush and green, with unidentified white flowers blooming on the branches.

Two figures stopped in front of a cave.

Ning Fusang glanced around and saw several dark-colored array flags planted all around, forming a simple, low-level defensive array.

A faint, flowing light shimmered at the cave entrance, like a light, ethereal veil hanging upside down.

Such a defense is easily breached.

At most, it serves as a warning, stopping low-level monsters that lack intelligence.

Chu Ze called out from outside the cave entrance, "Master, your disciple is back."

A voice came from inside the cave: "The Five Continents Tournament is in full swing. Why aren't you in the city watching? What are you doing back here at this time?"

"I saw the person who possessed the Spirit Mirror and the Peeping Box, and learned that my junior brother has perished. Miss Ning wished to see Master, so I brought her here," Chu Ze reported.

A moment later, a monk in a brown robe, with withered yellow hair and an old face emerged from the cave.

Chu Zheng's gaze fell on Ning Fusang, and he asked in a calm tone, "Young friend, what brings you to see me?"

Ning Fusang flicked her wrist, summoning the telescope. She used her spiritual power to support the telescope and presented it to Chu Zheng. "Senior, do you have a way to refine this item?"

Chu Ze then transmitted his voice to his master, explaining that he had already made the decision on his own and agreed to give the Thousand-Mile Mirror to Ning Fusang. He also explained that the Spirit Mirror Peeping Tube was the Thousand-Mile Mirror.

Chu Zheng caught the telescope and examined it closely. It was indeed a magical artifact he had crafted. The golden telescope was engraved with the characters "Fusang" and had been refined once.

"Since my disciple has already decided to give the Spirit... Thousand-Mile Mirror to you, young friend, I will naturally not take it back. However, I do not have the materials needed for the second refinement of the Thousand-Mile Mirror, so I'm afraid I will have to disappoint you."

Ning Fusang asked, "What materials does Senior need? I might have some here. You can tell me first. If not, I'll go to Zhongzhou City to see if I can buy them."

Chu Zheng didn't stand on ceremony with her and went straight to listing a bunch of materials: "Blue and white porcelain, pure yang gold, Tianshan spiritual snow, cloud-patterned crystal..."

"These things can all be bought at Tianbao Pavilion in Zhongzhou City, but they are a bit expensive. Are you really sure you want to upgrade the Thousand-Mile Mirror?"

Ning Fusang noted them down one by one and nodded: "I will send the things over later."

After thinking for a moment, she said, "Or, I could give the spirit stones used to buy the materials to your disciple, and have Chu Ze buy them and bring them to you, senior?"

Chu Ze is a weapon refiner, so he knows more about things. His eye for materials is better than Ning Fusang's, who is an outsider. There's no need to worry about quality issues.

Chu Zheng pondered for a moment and replied, "Very well. Since young friend Ning trusts us so much, I will do my best to help you refine the Thousand-Mile Mirror."

Looking at the master and disciple, one at the fifth level and the other at the third level, what did Ning Fusang have to worry about?
However, this Chu Zheng, with only the fifth level of cultivation, is capable of crafting a treasure like the Thousand-Mile Mirror. He is quite talented and worth befriending. Perhaps she can seek him out again in the future when she needs to refine artifacts.

Chu Ze entered the cave, wrote a contract, and then came out.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, please take a look and see if there are any problems."

According to the contract, Ning Fusang would provide all the materials for refining the Thousand-Mile Mirror. In addition, she would have to pay Chu Zheng two hundred spirit stones as payment for refining the magic weapon.

Seeing her gaze fall on the contract, Chu Ze couldn't help but feel uneasy. The reward of two hundred spirit stones was indeed a bit too high...

Just as he was hesitating whether to ask for a price reduction, Ning Fusang said, "No problem, let's sign the contract."

Chu Ze was overjoyed, and he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Disciples of major sects are so generous; they agreed to pay two hundred spirit stones without hesitation.

Heaven knows how long it had been since he and his master had made a sale. If they hadn't been in such dire straits, Chu Ze wouldn't have dared to ask for such an exorbitant amount as two hundred spirit stones in the contract.

He signed the contract on behalf of Chu Zheng. The contract was made in duplicate. Ning Fusang kept his copy, then took out the spirit stones used to purchase the materials and two hundred coins as payment, and handed them to Chu Ze.

"This..." Chu Ze roughly counted the number of spirit stones. "Fellow Daoist Ning, according to industry practice, half of the payment can be given as a deposit first."

Ning Fusang didn't seem to care much: "It's alright, I trust Senior Chu." After discussing the matter of refining the Thousand-Mile Mirror, Ning Fusang left the place.

Chu Ze felt the weight of the spirit stones in his hand and murmured, "I've never seen so many spirit stones before."

"Fellow Daoist Ning is truly carefree. Aren't you afraid we'll run away with the spirit stones?"

Chu Zheng withdrew his gaze and said, "Her cultivation is above mine."

Chu Ze was shocked: "But does she look like she's twenty years old?"

Although she subdued him with a single move at the Vermilion Bird Terrace, Chu Ze thought that she was at most a fourth-level cultivator.

But her master was a true peak of the fifth level of cultivation. Could her cultivation level be the sixth level? That was far too terrifying.

Chu Zheng remained calm and said softly, "This is Zhongzhou City, a place where geniuses gather. What does this matter?"

"Alright, go to Tianbao Pavilion and buy everything. Remember to check the quality of the materials and don't forget to bargain. Save money wherever you can."

Chu Ze muttered, "Anyway, it's not our money, why should we save it for her?"

At Chu Zheng's glance, Chu Ze quickly changed his mind: "Disciple remembers, I'll go and do it right away."

the other side.

Ning Fusang did not descend the mountain; she walked through the tranquil forest.

Suddenly, faint human voices could be heard.

The women had soft, melodious voices, like those of a nightingale, and there was more than one of them.

"Are there really hot springs in Cuiping Mountain?"

"What are you talking about? Would I lie to you?" the woman said, feigning anger.

A woman took her arm and said with a smile, "Sister Wei, don't be angry. We were just joking. If we doubted you, we wouldn't have sneaked out of the city and come to the Cuiping Mountains."

"Yes, yes, we were just joking around with Sister Wei."

"However, there are many independent cultivators in the Cuiping Mountains who have set up caves and live in the mountains. Isn't that unsafe?"

Wei Liufeng said calmly, "Set up an array barrier. If anyone trespasses, just kill them."

"The hot spring should be just ahead."

The four women gathered their energy and moved with the lightness of swallows, arriving near the hot spring in a short while.

Steam rose and mist swirled. The man leaning against the smooth stone wall suddenly opened his eyes, parted his thin lips, and ordered, "Take care of them all."

There was no one around, and no one responded. Only the treetops rustled slightly, and an extremely fast sword flashed, slicing through the slender neck of the woman walking in front.

Wei Liu's eyes widened, her hands trembling as she rapidly formed hand seals, but the sword easily pierced through her defenses and plunged into her throat.

The two women were so frightened by what they saw that their faces turned pale and their lips turned white.

"My father is the leader of the Azure Moon Sect..."

Before the woman could finish speaking, her throat was slit, and she died with her eyes wide open.

The only surviving woman witnessed the three men being killed without any resistance, and a deep sense of despair welled up in her heart.

She had no idea where the woman in black wielding the long sword came from or why she wanted to kill. All she knew was that the woman's cultivation level was so profound that she couldn't even imagine it.

(End of this chapter)